The younger brother of the First Emperor

Chapter 4: Capture the living, behead the dead

Inside the carriage, Zhao Ji's eyes were deep.

The son recognized a younger boy as his father.

She remained silent despite such a ridiculous act.

Only ten steps away from Ying Zheng, Meng Wu, who knew Ying Zheng's identity, opened his eyes wide, suspecting that he had heard it wrong.

He never doubted his ears when he heard the sounds of fighting ten miles away.

Glancing unnaturally at the prince beside him, he began to doubt his own eyes again.

The arrogant prince nodded as if intentionally or unintentionally.

"Dad is here."

Ying Zheng performed the ceremony just like he was meeting his father.

Not knowing what "Dad" meant, he guessed humbly:
"Is Dad the name of your foster father?"

The prince, who had not had enough of taking advantage, was about to nod in agreement and say "that's right".

Lu Buwei, who was a little slower, stepped half a step past the naughty young man and stood between the two brothers.

He clasped his hands and bowed gently to Zhao Ji inside the car and Ying Zheng outside the car, his smile as warm as the spring breeze.

"Lu Buwei greets the Madam, the eldest son."

He reached out his hand and introduced Ying Chengjiao.

"This is the second young master, who has come here to welcome his wife, the eldest young master."

Ying Zheng: ...

His face turned red and he looked embarrassed.

He shifted his gaze to Lu Buwei and opened his mouth, wanting to say something to break the uncomfortable situation.

"Don't feel sorry, brother. If we can't be father and son, we can be brothers!"

The seven-year-old child who was annoyed by Lu Buwei's interruption just now spoke very quickly this time.

Ying Zheng: ...

The nine-year-old boy was speechless for a moment, not knowing how to deal with the situation, and instinctively turned around to look at his mother.

Inside the carriage, Zhao Ji was kneeling with her hips resting on her ankles and her waist drooping like a willow tree.

She hid in the dark room, taking in everything under the bright daylight, her eyes moving around.

Lu Buwei, who had not seen his son for eight years, looked helpless and apologetic, as if he had made his son at a loss.

Standing back, the Qin general who had not introduced himself looked around, as if all his attention was on guard. He heard nothing, more like a personal guard.

She ducked out of the car.

Ying Chengjiao looked over to see what was happening.

The light, which is not too blazing, reveals a very charming face.

Both sides looked at each other.

The beauty has curly eyelashes and smiling eyes that seem to be able to speak.

She pursed her lips, chuckled, and bowed gently.

"Husband."

Ying Chengyu:...

His brother, who was two years older than him, was dumbfounded. He was obviously no less shocked than he was. He stammered:
"Aunt..."

Meng Wu silently took a half step back, away from Zhao Ji's front, and his lips moved.

"It's very chaotic."

Lu Buwei frowned and lowered the corners of his mouth.

"Madam is joking."

Zhao Ji stood up, her eyes like crescent moons.

“I’m not kidding.

"My son just said: 'If my mother and I are lucky enough to be saved, I would like to regard the one who has saved me as my father!'

"My son's father is naturally my husband."

She moved lightly with lotus steps, held Ying Chengjiao's chin with her white hands, and lifted it up slightly, with a smile on her face.

"My dear husband, is that right?"

Meng Wu's body immediately tensed up, like a tiger crouching down, ready to hunt.

He stared at Zhao Ji's slender, white and smooth hands. There was no lust or respect in his eyes, only vigilance.

Lu Buwei's response was even more direct. He actually pushed Zhao Ji's arm away with his arm horizontally.

He moved to block half of the Second Young Master's body, his face showing a sincere apology, but he stood as steady as a rock.

Zhao Ji's smile remained unchanged, her hand that was pushed out was hanging in the air with nothing to rely on, looking a little embarrassed.

Her nine-year-old son felt bitter and clenched his hands tightly behind his back.

[Am I really a prince in Qin State...]
Time seemed to stand still and the storm seemed to be there and not there.

In the center of the storm, the child sighed softly and blew up the picture.

[We've come this far, why are you still testing me?]
[I don't acknowledge you as my legitimate mother, what else can you do? Turn around and go back to Zhao? Can you leave?]
[Forget it, let’s not make things complicated, just give my brother Zheng some face…]
He first gave Meng Wu behind him a look that said "it's okay", and the dangerous aura from Meng Wu slowly dissipated.

Then he gently patted Lu Buwei's arm in front of him, and Lu Buwei lowered his head slightly and made way.

Ying Chengjiao stepped forward, held Zhao Ji's hand, gave her a fulcrum, and smiled.

Smile to smile. "Mother is so beautiful.

"When Ying Chengjiao grows up, he must marry a woman as beautiful as his mother."

Zhao Ji rubbed the child's head.

"My son is very beautiful.

"When you grow up, mother will find you a wife who is a thousand times more beautiful than mother."

The nine-year-old boy stared at it.

Watch, watch.

The hands behind his back were already loosely clenched.

Zhao Ji held Ying Chengjiao's hand.

"My son, I went through the customs with my mother in the car."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ying Chengjiao hadn't said anything yet.

Lu Buwei bowed quickly and lightly to the child, his words and actions going hand in hand.

"Madam, the eldest son has been traveling a long way and has been assassinated. He is exhausted both physically and mentally. You should not disturb him."

Ying Chengjiao nodded like a chick pecking at rice.

"That's what sir said."

He turned to Zhao Ji with a look of reluctance.

"I'm waiting for my mother in Xianyang."

Zhao Ji smiled and nodded, glancing at her son.

"Cheng Jiao is filial and respectful, much better than your brother."

Ying Zheng spoke.

"I am far inferior to you."

Seeing the Second Young Master being carried onto the black horse by Lu Buwei and Zhao Ji and her son about to return to the carriage, Meng Wu took a deep breath, and the fishy smell of blood lingered in his mouth and nose.

"Madam, where is the prince of Zhao?"

Zhao Ji stroked her forehead, as if she just remembered that there was someone else.

"When the assassin arrived, the young master fainted from fear and lay down in the carriage."

Meng Wu gave a look to the soldiers behind him.

The soldier stepped into the carriage drawn by four horses and carried out a pale young man.

The boy was about eleven or twelve years old, unconscious, and wearing luxurious clothes embroidered with gold thread.

Meng Wu touched his nose with his hand and felt the hot breath.

He pressed on the unconscious boy's chest and felt the strong beating.

Satisfied.

"As long as he's alive, take him back."

The envoy from Zhao who led the team died, and only thirty-seven people survived out of the caravan of more than three hundred people.

Zhao Ji ordered the troops to regroup, sat in the carriage, and lifted a corner of the curtain to look.

Meng Wu looked around at the captured assassins, stepped on the red mud that was indistinguishable from flesh and blood, walked to the black horse, and raised his head.

"Sir, what should we do with these assassins?"

Ying Chengjiao adjusted his sitting position to make himself more comfortable.

“How was it handled in the past?”

"The living were taken prisoners, the dead were beheaded, and the bodies were burned."

"can."

"promise."

On the carriage pulled by four horses, the hand that lifted the curtain trembled slightly, and a female voice filled with anger rang out.

"My mother and I nearly died here! Kill all these thieves!"

A shrill child's voice responded.

"Mother, there must be someone behind them. Find out and kill them together."

"..."

The sharp blade cut across the neck, and three feet of blood spurted out.

The headless corpses, gushing blood, were piled together like torn sacks.

Many of the captured assassins wanted to commit suicide, but the Qin soldiers broke their limbs without ropes and left them rolling in the sticky blood mud like maggots.

After responding, Meng Wu waved his hand and ordered the soldiers to follow the rules, without caring what Zhao Ji said.

The car curtain trembled again, then fell, in silence.

Soon, the wooden wheels of the carriage began to rumble as it headed towards Hangu Pass.

Afterwards, the flames burned people.

a long time.

“I didn’t know there was a mastermind behind this?!

"If the truth is revealed during the interrogation, can you handle it?"

(End of this chapter)