Chapter 732 - 23: The Stage
"Nefarious scoundrel..."
This term is indeed too complicated for a young boy to understand.
So the little boy was momentarily stunned.
Ying Zheng did not further explain but simply picked up his chopsticks and began eating the noodles before him.
To him,
It was simply a trivial matter.
In fact,
When the Six Kingdoms were swept away and the Xiongnu Alien Race repelled, aside from the Yellow Spring Remnant Vein, there was hardly anything significant left for him.
Choosing a successor, something others might see as extremely important, to him, would only count as half a significant event.
Initially, he wanted to pass the throne to Fusu, but Fusu’s character was truly weak, completely unlike his father, with not the slightest hint of sharpness; hence, he entrusted Meng Tian and the frontier to enlighten him on what iron and blood meant.
Later, he considered passing the throne to Huhai, and most of the time, he was quite satisfied with him.
Therefore, he took Huhai to tour the empire, almost openly declaring to the world.
But during that tour... Huhai greatly disappointed him.
Fusu was merely weak in character, but Huhai was utterly unsuited to be an emperor.
Subsequent events also proved his predictions.
Clearly an emperor, yet lacking any semblance of one.
A minister is but a dog, whether a vicious dog or a loyal dog depends entirely on the master.
And in Ying Zheng’s view, Huhai was utterly incompetent as a master.
For he was even willing to heed the words of the vicious dogs beneath him.
Absurdities came one after another.
Clearly brothers, yet could be crushed without a hint of psychological burden.
Clearly the elder brother...
Thinking of this.
Ying Zheng’s movements paused slightly, but quickly returned to normal.
During this time.
He traveled to many places, visited many repositories of books, and thoroughly understood the events after his death.
Including Fusu’s suicide.
This, he did not find surprising.
For it was a command issued in his name.
It was the imperial authority he established, the supreme imperial authority, the decree that when a ruler demands a minister’s death, they cannot but die, regardless of who, even his son, must honor the command.
When the order arrived before Fusu, the outcome was already destined.
Fusu dared not defy the command, and neither did Meng Tian, at most advising Fusu to confirm once more.
But whether Fusu confirmed or not, the outcome would remain unchanged.
Therefore.
Facing this outcome.
Did Ying Zheng feel regretful? Feel it was a pity?
Not at all.
Because being a son of Emperor Qin Shi Huang entails enduring these, much like his childhood in Zhao Kingdom during that harsh winter.
This is the ordeal of a hero, an ordeal as his son that must be experienced.
If such an ordeal could not be overcome, then facing the Yellow Spring Remnant Vein would be out of the question.
In fact, neither Huhai nor Fusu ultimately overcame it.
Instead... it was Liu Bang, who languished for half his life with a rather poor reputation, who did extremely well.
So looking at the concise and expressive descriptions in the annals.
Ying Zheng merely felt a sense of reflection, with no additional emotions.
The Zhao Kingdom that left him countless blood and tears... that ruined little room had now turned into a noodle shop.
And everything familiar to him had returned to dust, including himself.
At this moment, he was merely an Illusion Dream form.
Now to him, the only important matter is the Yellow Spring Remnant Vein.
Hence he is more curious about the forthcoming decision of Chen Lusi.
That is also the ordeal of a hero.
And he will be the Judge.
He does not know how the outcome will turn out.
Let’s wait and see.
...
Time retraces slightly.
Goryeo.
Tu Shou smoothly exited the Mujin New Church.
During this time, no one stopped him at all.
And vaguely, he heard the sound of Park Haoyu smashing things.
But he had no intention of pausing, his expression calmly walking away.
Until, he left the Mujin New Church.
Only then did Tu Shou exhale a breath, relaxing his entire body.
Though he had remained calm in front of Park Haoyu, even to the point of arrogance.
But to say he had no other thoughts would definitely be false.
Park Haoyu knew he was weak in power.
Does Tu Shou himself not know?
He knew all too well!
If his Authority Ability and Tier weren’t sufficiently low, he wouldn’t have ended up abroad as an intelligence officer.
Therefore, to him, standing before an Advanced Empowerer capable of crushing him just like that, uttering such forceful words, exerted considerable pressure.
He merely did not express it.
Certainly, the fact he didn’t display it was largely due to responsibility.
After all, he represented the Celestial Strategy Mansion.
Even if Tu Shou didn’t want to act forceful, he had to.
Thinking of this.
Tu Shou chuckled softly and then quickly walked forward, blending into the crowd.
He continually navigated through alleys and bustling streets.
During this time, he even utilized an Ancient Object once.
And after repeatedly ensuring that no one was following him.
Tu Shou finally relaxed and arrived at an apartment situated in the heart of the bustling market, directly walking up to the seventeenth floor, arriving at a particular room and gently knocking on the door.
The door was quickly opened.
A middle-aged man in a floral shirt peeked out, his eyes lighting up when he recognized Tu Shou: "Tu Shou!"
"Old Hong."
Seeing the middle-aged man, Tu Shou’s tense nerves instantly relaxed, his back immediately soaked with sweat.
As it turned out.
At this moment, he was still tense.
"Are you alright? How did it go?"
Old Hong glanced around the corridor, then opened the door, pulling Tu Shou into the room, and began questioning him.