Within the space, the sunlight is soft.
Yu Bai saw Fusu solemnly put away the modern books, then took out a cloth bag and handed it to him.
"Master Fusu, take these crystal cores with you as well."
The cloth bag felt heavy in the hand, and inside were pink crystal cores of varying sizes, emitting faint energy fluctuations.
Fusu did not refuse. His father was in great need of crystal cores now, and these were just the right help.
He carefully placed the bag and the books in his arms and bowed deeply to Yu Bai. "Thank you, Miss Yu. As for my father... I need to return as soon as possible."
Yu Bai nodded: "Please do as you please, sir."
The eastern gate slowly opened again at Fusu's will. He took a step out and his figure disappeared behind the door, returning to the side hall of Xianyang Palace.
He had thought he would see his father still struggling in anger and confusion. After all, the impact of those history books was too great, enough to crush anyone's mind.
However, when Fusu walked quickly into the hall, he was stunned.
The First Emperor was still sitting behind the imperial desk, reading a book in his hands.
The flickering candlelight illuminated his focused and calm profile.
The violence and frenzy that had almost swallowed everything before had disappeared, replaced by a majesty and calmness as deep as the sea.
It seemed as if the emperor who was furious and roaring out of control because of the "death of the second emperor" was just an illusion of Fusu.
"Father." Fusu called softly, with some caution.
Upon hearing the voice, the First Emperor raised his eyelids from the bamboo slips and glanced at him lightly. His eyes were deep and it was impossible to tell whether he was happy or angry.
"I'm back."
Just three words made Fusu feel an invisible pressure.
He noticed that although there were bloodshot eyes, his father was in high spirits and did not look depressed at all.
The confusion and inquiry on Fusu's face were too obvious. The First Emperor saw it and raised a barely perceptible sneer at the corner of his mouth.
"Why? In your eyes, does the King of Kings appear to be such a volatile, easily angered, and vulnerable person?"
There was a subtle sharpness in these words.
Fusu bowed quickly and said:
"I dare not! Father is a man of great talent and strategy. He swept across the world and unified the country, a feat unprecedented in history. He remained calm even when Mount Tai collapsed before him. How could he be a man of such fickle tempers and easily swayed?"
Although this flattery was hasty, it came from the heart.
A king who can accomplish such a great feat must have a strong will that is far beyond the reach of ordinary people.
After hearing these words, the First Emperor's expression indeed eased a lot.
He put down the bamboo slips and looked at Fusu again, with a bit of scrutiny, but also with a bit of unprecedented... relief.
"Earlier, I was indeed bewildered by the so-called 'predestined destiny' and lost my composure."
He spoke slowly, his voice steady.
"But since the Immortal has given me a warning and an opportunity, I've been given a way out. If I continue to dwell on the tragedy predicted on that paper, wouldn't I be failing the Immortal's efforts and underestimating myself?"
He paused, and a sharp glint of insight into the world flashed in his eyes.
"So-called history books are but one of countless possibilities. Now that I know it, it is no longer the only outcome."
Fusu listened quietly, with waves of shock rising in his heart.
He always knew that his father was a genius and a heroic ruler unprecedented in history.
However, I never expected that my father could recover from such a huge blow in such a short time, and figure out the mystery so clearly, and even regard the "prophecy" that was enough to crush his mind as a challenge that could be rewritten.
This kind of character and this courage are truly admirable!
"My father is wise." Fusu admired sincerely.
But then I thought about it, the culprit recorded in history books...
"But father, my eighteenth brother and the Minister of Chariots Zhao Gao..." Fusu had just begun to speak when he was coldly interrupted by the First Emperor.
"them?"
The First Emperor's eyes turned cold, with a cold arc at the corner of his mouth, and his tone was stern, without any warmth.
"Of course they have a place to go."
One sentence determined the fate of the two men.
That unquestionable aura of an iron-blooded emperor once again enveloped the entire side hall.
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