Ying Zheng came with several hundred guards this time.
This situation immediately panicked Zhao Ji, who wanted to have her maid take the two children and run away.
But his subordinates said that all four gates of Yongcheng were guarded, and they couldn't get out at all.
Zhao Ji then realized that Ying Zheng had arranged everything; he had come specifically for the two children.
She held her two children tightly beneath her, quietly awaiting Ying Zheng's arrival.
After a short while, the door to the bedchamber was slowly opened, revealing Ying Zheng's resolute face.
He walked in step by step, each step feeling as if it weighed a ton.
When he stood in front of Zhao Ji, Ying Zheng knelt down with a thud.
"Your subject Ying Zheng greets Your Majesty!"
Seeing Zhao Ji's panicked expression, Ying Zheng felt as if his heart was being torn apart.
Zhao Ji no longer cared about her image. She scrambled to Ying Zheng's side, her eyes red and trembling, and reached out her right hand to touch his cheek.
"Zheng'er... Zheng'er, Mother begs... please, don't, don't kill your two younger brothers!"
Ying Zheng was stunned; he never expected his mother to say such a thing to him.
Looking at Ying Zheng's cold face, Zhao Ji stopped stroking his hand.
"Zheng'er! They are your younger brothers!"
Zhao Ji began to scream, desperately shielding her two children behind her. This action only fueled Ying Zheng's rage.
Finally, he roared, "Why?"
Zhao Ji was taken aback for a moment, then asked, "Why what?"
"I am also your child, why? Why don't you care about my life or death? Why did you agree to Lao Ai's rebellion?"
At this moment, Ying Zheng could no longer hold back, and tears streamed down his cheeks. He was the King of Qin in public, but in front of Zhao Ji, he just wanted to be a child.
But Zhao Ji feared him like a tiger and held her two children tightly behind her.
Zhao Ji realized what was happening and quickly said, "Lao Ai promised me that he wouldn't hurt you. He just wants our child to become the King of Qin!"
Ying Zheng trembled, and he said self-deprecatingly, as if laughing through tears, "So, in my mother's heart, I was no longer there."
At this moment, Ying Zheng slowly stood up, and Zhao Ji rushed forward and hugged his leg, saying, "Zheng'er! You are also my child! How could I let anyone hurt you!"
"Do you remember? Back in the Zhao Kingdom, whenever there was danger, your mother always protected you behind her!"
Zhao Ji burst into tears. Ying Zheng looked down at Zhao Ji, gently pushed her away, and took two steps back.
"Mother, do you still really consider me your son?"
Zhao Ji stood frozen in place, staring at Ying Zheng in disbelief. Ying Zheng's gaze was utterly unfamiliar and sinister, even revealing a deep-seated killing intent.
"No! Zheng'er, you are all my children!"
"Zheng'er, I beg you, please don't hurt your two younger brothers!"
Ying Zheng closed his eyes and took a deep breath; the tears on his face had dried.
"Meng Tian!"
At a command, the door opened, and Meng Tian and several guards rushed in.
They rushed straight towards the two children, and Zhao Ji screamed in anguish, clinging tightly to them and refusing to let go.
Meng Tian was also stunned. After all, this was the Empress Dowager. He looked at Ying Zheng helplessly, but Ying Zheng gave him a very fierce look.
Meng Tian's heart skipped a beat, and he personally stepped forward and pulled Zhao Ji away.
His subordinates carried the two children out, but Meng Tian cupped his hands and asked, "Your Majesty, what should be done?"
Ying Zheng looked at the two children and the disheveled Zhao Ji, and slowly said, "Take them outside and throw them to their deaths."
Upon hearing Ying Zheng's words, Zhao Ji went completely mad. She didn't know where the strength came from, but she lunged at Ying Zheng, grabbed his neck with both hands, and screamed shrilly.
"You all deserve to die, you all deserve to die, I curse you! You will all die!"
"Let go of my son! Let go of my son!"
Zhao Ji screamed wildly, while Ying Zheng watched her expressionlessly.
Soon, Meng Tian found a sack, tied the two children up, and threw them into the sack. The children's cries came from inside the sack, which drove Zhao Ji even more mad.
Two loud thuds were heard, and the crying stopped abruptly. Zhao Ji was stunned for a moment, and then fell straight backward.
Ying Zheng rushed forward to support her and shouted angrily, "Summon a doctor!"
An hour later, Zhao Ji lay on the bed with her eyes closed, but her brows were still furrowed and there was still blood at the corner of her mouth.
Ying Zheng watched for a long time. He knew that Zhao Ji had already woken up, but she just didn't want to face him.
He didn't say anything, stood up, and walked towards the door. When he reached the door, he heard Zhao Ji's weak voice behind him.
"From this day forward, our relationship as mother and son is severed!"
Ying Zheng turned around abruptly, only to see Zhao Ji's resentful and venomous eyes, and his body began to tremble uncontrollably.
"Get out! I don't want to see you again, get out!"
Zhao Ji roared hysterically, seemingly using all her strength, and Ying Zheng stumbled and fell out of the room.
Fortunately, Meng Tian caught him, preventing Ying Zheng from falling.
At this moment, Meng Tian was also struggling, but he was loyal to Ying Zheng. He would do whatever Ying Zheng asked him to do without hesitation, even if it meant his death!
"Your Majesty!"
Ying Zheng waved his hand, then suddenly felt a surge of blood and qi, spat out a mouthful of blood, and collapsed straight into Meng Tian's arms.
"Your Majesty! Your Majesty!" Meng Tian panicked and quickly picked up Ying Zheng and ran outside.
When Ying Zheng woke up again, he had already returned to Xianyang Palace, with Lu Li and Meng Tian guarding him.
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