Chapter 491 Fusu: I don’t believe my uncle would do anything bad to my father!
When the father dies, the son returns; this is the righteous way of heaven and earth.
Preventing a son from attending his father's funeral is against human ethics and a huge hatred.
The Book of Rites states:
Zixia asked Confucius:
“How do you treat the enemy who killed your parents?”
Confucius replied:
"I sleep on a straw mat, use a shield as my pillow, do not serve as an official, and never live under the same sky with my enemies.
"Whether in the market place, the court, or anywhere else, do not return without a weapon, just go up and kill him."
Confucius, who respected "benevolence" the most, gave such an explanation for the revenge for the murder of one's parents, let alone the tyrannical Qin Dynasty.
Not allowing a son to return home to mourn his father is not as great as the revenge for killing his father, but it is only half the revenge for killing his father.
But even so, the benevolent Crown Prince Ying Fusu did not rise up in rebellion to purge the court like what had just happened in the Huns' desert.
An urgent letter arrived from the northwest, eight hundred miles away.
In the letter, the prince begged His Majesty to let him return to Xianyang, kneel before the late king's coffin, put on mourning clothes, and personally carry the late king's coffin into the imperial mausoleum to see the late king for the last time and bid farewell to him.
The prince also said that he knew that His Majesty did not allow him to return to Xianyang because he was afraid that the prince's journey would cause too much noise and waste people's money and time. His Majesty loved the people like his own children and could not bear to see this happen, so he promised to only bring about a hundred people.
Somehow, the content of this urgent letter, which should have been kept strictly sealed over 800 miles, spread among all the officials of the Qin State.
The ministers were not surprised by this. After all, the new emperor had not attended the morning court for a month, and the memorials he submitted had never left the prime minister's residence.
I heard that Your Majesty has been reveling day and night in order to solve the problem of having no heirs and no successor to the Great Qin Empire.
In order to concentrate on this and not be disturbed by trivial matters, even the imperial seal was sent to Jiang Shang.
The succession ceremony was held in a hurry, and it was only a month after the throne was confirmed that he remembered to bury the late king at the reminder of the princes and ministers. He also did not allow Crown Prince Renyi, who had not rushed back to Xianyang immediately to avoid suspicion, to return to the capital to attend the funeral.
The ministers were not surprised by the foolish behavior of Qin II.
Within a few days, the head of the Baobai family, who had privately accused His Majesty of being unfair and narrow-minded, was imprisoned in Xianyang for no reason.
Like the previous head of the Bao Bai family, Bao Bailingzhi, he drowned in a drowning barrel in Xianyang Prison, his filthy body covered with scars.
The members of the Bao Bai family who came to collect the remains covered their mouths with their hands, tears in their eyes, not daring to cry out loud, and hurriedly left.
Less than two days later, sixteen young men from noble families were suddenly thrown into the Xianyang Prison for no reason. Among them, six were important officials who were qualified to attend the morning court.
Sixteen Qin officials were imprisoned for no reason and drowned under mysterious circumstances. No one dared to talk about them in private anymore.
In Yongcheng, Ying Fusu, dressed in disguise, entered secretly and found Ying Zheng's residence with the detailed instructions given by his uncle.
When the father and son met, they did not hug each other happily or cry for joy. Instead, they looked normal, as if they had just met yesterday.
"Father."
The Crown Prince of Daqin called softly with a smile on his face, without going through those complicated ancient rituals.
Ying Zheng nodded slightly, he was very satisfied.
I haven't seen my eldest son for a year and a half. He looks stronger and the light in his eyes is no longer clear, but deep.
The most important thing is that the corrupt scholar's aura that was difficult to conceal has completely disappeared.
His brows were full of majesty, he walked, stood and lay down with swift and decisive action, and his words were sonorous and powerful.
"Your grace is better than mine back then."
Ying Fusu clenched his fists involuntarily, and tried his best to suppress the surging emotions in his heart, but he couldn't control the upward curling of the corners of his mouth.
Ying Zheng snorted softly.
"Laugh if you want to. It's not like me to hide it. It's so petty."
The Crown Prince of Daqin, who had always taken his father as his role model, grinned with great joy at receiving such high recognition from his father for the first time.
With his hands behind his back, he led the way, ushering his eldest son in, and Ying Zheng said casually:
"Call me father in the future. They are right. Since you have abdicated, why do you refuse to leave like Zhao Yong? It is a pity that a great ruler ended up eating birds alive and starving to death in the palace."
Ying Fusu followed with big strides.
"Father Emperor"
Ying Zheng hung one foot in the air and spoke from his throat.
"Um?"
The Prince of Qin smiled helplessly.
"Father."
"Um."
Only then was Ying Zheng satisfied, and he stopped and continued on his way.
"If my father were to be resurrected and follow the example of King Wuling of Zhao as the chief father, my uncle, who has no interest in government affairs, would be very happy and would not harm my father."
"It was indeed the right decision not to let you succeed the throne. You are still too young."
"What Fusu said is wrong?"
"My Lord, what I said before about starving to death was indeed an exaggeration, but what you said was also naive. Now that your uncle has taken this position, he will not allow me to be resurrected. If I raise a cry in Yongcheng, your uncle will use the excuse of 'How dare the thief disguise himself as the former king' to take me down."
Ying Fusu shook his head like a rattle.
"I don't believe my uncle would do anything bad to my father."
"If the disadvantage you mentioned is to kill me, then that's not the case. They captured me just to silence me. No one can stop him from doing what he wants to do."
As they were talking, the two of them had already walked through the courtyard where the cold north wind was blowing and came into the hall.
As soon as he entered the house, the heat wave hit him in the face, and even the energetic Ying Fusu felt a little sleepy.
The two men came in and sat on either side of the table.
Ying Zheng picked up a teapot, and Ying Fusu held his father's hand and said softly:
"Fusu, come here."
His father was an upright and upright man, the First Emperor who unified the country and as long as he lived the six kingdoms dared not rebel. How could he do such a menial thing?
Ying Zheng smiled and retracted his hand.
"That's good. You can't stay away from the northwest for too long. It's only right that you come back and do more for me. Since I became the queen, I haven't done these rough things. I'm not used to it."
Two streams of clear, green water flowed down the spout of the pot into the teacup. The First Emperor picked up one cup, took a sip, and raised the cup.
"Try it."
Ying Fusu took a small sip. It was slightly bitter at first, but then spread from the tip of his tongue into his mouth and was swallowed through his esophagus. There was a bit of astringency between his teeth.
"What is this?"
"Tea, your uncle made it again."
Ying Fusu lifted the lid of the teapot and peeked inside.
"Boiled leaves? How can this be called 'tea'?"
Compared with the tea soup of the Qin Dynasty with salt and oil added, it is completely different.
"I don't know either, but you can take some with you when you go back to the northwest this time. Once you get used to it, it tastes better than tea, not greasy, and makes you more energetic."
"…Father has changed a lot. I can hardly recognize him as my son."
The previous Emperor Qin Shi Huang did not have such a kind fatherly side, and he did not like bitter things.
Ying Zheng took a sip of tea and smacked his lips.
"How are you doing in the Northwest? Tell me about it."
"Father doesn't know?"
"Of course I know. I know everything you do. But they can only tell me what you do, but they can't tell me what you think."
Ying Fusu then understood that his father, who was not a king, was going to teach him.
If he were still in the Xianyang Palace, he would be extremely happy to receive personal instruction from his father.
But now, he felt a little lonely, lonely for his father.
My father is not dead.
But the First Emperor, who cared about the world and didn’t care about his children, seemed to be really dead ...
Ying Fusu drank the tea in the cup in one gulp, and the bitterness dissipated. He seemed to understand why his father liked drinking tea.
"Father, do you regret it?"
"What?"
"Fake your death and pass the throne to your uncle."
