The younger brother of the First Emperor

Chapter 46: Lady Ji meets Lady Ji, Duke Biao
"Grandfather, are you done?" Ying Chengjiao asked weakly.

"That's all." The old King Qin blushed, laughed, and said, "I'm old, so I talk a lot."

"When Grandfather is done, I will go to bed."

"Still sleeping? Aren't you afraid of having another nightmare?"

"What Grandfather just said is much scarier than a nightmare..."

"Ah? Hahaha." The old King Qin laughed and patted his grandson's head: "Go to sleep, go to sleep, Grandfather is here to accompany you."

"Okay." Ying Chengjiao closed his eyes and muttered in a dream: "Grandfather, being a king is so difficult, please don't make it difficult for me."

The old King Qin stroked his grandson's back and said with a smile:
"it is good."

"When will you be able to recognize your ancestors?"

"Grandfather, go and ask Zongzheng to set a date in the next two days."

"Stop looking for beauties all the time and live two more years, okay?"

"You are the only one who hopes that I will live two more years. They all hope that I will die before the late king."

"It's fake! Father, don't listen to the rumors! They are all sowing discord among the six nations!"

"What does it matter whether it's true or not? I don't care about anything else except Cheng Jiao. Stop talking nonsense and go to sleep!"

"Oh……"

On the third day, King Zhu of Qin played in Chengjiao Palace and stayed in Liyi Palace.

During these three days, the old King of Qin summoned the old Zongzheng.

It was decided that on November 21st, Prince Zheng would go to Yongcheng to trace his ancestral roots.

On the third day, seeing that Prince Chengjiao was sleeping soundly and no longer having nightmares, he left Li Yi Palace and Chengjiao Palace.

Ying Zheng, Ying Chengjiao, and the old King of Qin.

The three of them formed a group to eat, drink and have fun, and they wandered around the five Qin palaces, having a great time.

During this period, Zhao Ji visited Crown Prince Qin Zichu many times.

We must find our biological son Zheng'er.

He asked Qin Zichu to find a teacher to impart knowledge to Zheng'er and a warrior to teach him martial arts.

Qin Zichu agreed and went to look for his eldest son in person many times, but returned empty-handed every time.

In Zhao Ji's bedroom, Zhao Yaotiao made a big fuss with Qin Zichu.

"Our eldest son is going to be king! If he continues like this, he will be useless! Will you pass the throne to a loser? Ah! This is how you treat us, mother and son!"

Qin Zichu was also helpless, as it was not his fault.

If the eldest son won't come back to the king, can he still force him to come back?

"Calm down, Yaoyao."

"I can't calm down!"

"Zheng'er is still young. He suffered too much in Zhao State. When he came to Qin State, he was exposed to cooking, mahjong, barbecue, cockfighting... It's normal that he couldn't stand it."

"You have two sons! But I only have one!"

Qin Zichu looked a little unnatural, but he quickly recovered.

"Isn't Cheng Jiao also with father? We are still young, we can have another child."

Zhao Yaotiao, who would rather do a menial job and entertain people with dancing than be a lady and have a son, was extremely angry and lost control of her emotions.

"Get out! Get out!"

She pushed Crown Prince Qin Zichu out.

Wiping away tears, she found a large box from under the bed.

He opened the big lock on the box and pushed open the lid with difficulty.

The golden light is bright.

Colored glass, agate, jewels, tortoise shells, gold and jade...all kinds of treasures were piled together like stones.

She touched these treasures with her hands and sobbed softly.

These were all sent to her by her Zhenger.

Ninety percent of the items her Zhenger won were sent to her.

For her daily meals, the palace would send eunuchs to deliver dishes here and cook them for her in different ways.

But that's not what she wants.

She only wanted her Zheng'er, wanted her Zheng'er to be good, and wanted her Zheng'er to be the King of Qin.

She was so focused on her thoughts and crying so sadly that she didn't notice the sound of the palace gate opening.

A hand gently patted her shoulder.

Like a frightened kitten, she slammed the box shut and kicked it away.

Kicked into the air.

She bent her knees and concentrated, ready to attack at any time, and looked up. The man was dressed in tight clothes, she had never seen such tight clothes before.

Keep upper and lower clothing separate.

The upper body is a slightly loose white shirt with a low collar and tightened cuffs, and the overall fit is basically close-fitting.

The lower body is dressed in a pair of black trousers that do not show the leg lines, but can be flexed and stretched when walking, moving or lying down. The tightness is just right, and the bottom of the trouser legs are also tightened.

This is a set of clothes that is easier to move in than the Hu clothing.

"I heard that the people of Zhao are martial artists, and it's true. Sister is very good at martial arts. If Yaoyao hadn't been prepared, we would have to call the imperial physician."

Ji Yaoyao smiled gently and bowed slightly, as if she was meeting a close relative.

From the way the visitor called himself, to the clothes he had never seen before, to the privilege of being able to enter her bedroom directly without notifying her.

Ji Yaotiao could conclude that this was Master Chengjiao's mother, Ji Yaoyao.

There were still traces of tears on her face, and she wiped them twice very naturally to erase the obvious marks.

"Yao Tiao greets the Madam."

Although she is also Lady Ji, her identity will remain in doubt until her son returns to his ancestral home.

It was a fact that she married Qin Zichu, but if Ying Zheng was not the prince's biological son, she would definitely not be able to be his wife.

Unlike Ji Yaoyao, her status as a lady is certain.

Crown Prince Qin Zichu had only two women, both of whom were Lady Ji, and they met.

"Sister." Ji Yaoyao stepped forward without any precautions, helped Ji Yaotiao stand up, and said gently: "Yaoyao is not good at speaking, just say it directly. Sister, you want your son to be king, right?"

Ji's pretty face looked a little stiff.

Even in the State of Zhao, where people could fight over superiority and even life and death over a single disagreement, the top leaders did not communicate in this way.

Weighing, compromising, testing...

She was about to say something when Ji Yaoyao stretched out her hand to cover her mouth.

"Sister, you don't have to deny it. Yaoyao thinks the same way. Who doesn't want their son to be king?"

Pulling Ji Yaotiao, whose mind was temporarily blank, to sit down, Ji Yaoyao smiled brightly and sunny.

“But my son does not want to be king.

"He likes cooking, farming, trying new tricks, enjoying life, and playing... I love my son.

“So, whatever he likes, let him do it.

“As long as he’s happy.

"Yaoyao has come here to express her attitude to her sister. Yaoyao is willing to help her son become king.

“It doesn’t matter whether my sister believes it or not.

"My son once said that actions always speak louder than words."

Ji Yaotiao had no idea when Ji Yaoyao left. She was disturbed by Ji Yaoyao's words.

With a bang, the door opened and Prince Qin Zichu returned.

"She came and said something."

Qin Zichu's questions were confusing, but Ji Yaotiao could understand them.

He concealed his own reaction and only said what Ji Yaoyao said.

"She really doesn't look like a Korean. She's even more straightforward than us Zhao people."

Each country has a label.

The label of Qin and Zhao is martial arts.

Han’s label is conspiracy.

"No, she is a Korean, a Korean among Koreans, she is the female Shen Buhai!" Qin Zichu's face was a little gloomy, and he said, "Stay away from her."

The body of Zhao Gongzi Gao disappeared little by little and was covered by black mud.

He was buried in the ground with shovelfuls of dirt.

The old man swung the shovel and patted the slightly higher new soil hard to make it level with the surrounding ground.

He laughed, put his foot on the shovel, used the force to support his body, and said to the other old people around him:

"Which old fellow said that a child prodigy is intelligent but has no blood, is lazy and loves to play, and is not a good master.

"Open your eyes wide and take a good look!"

Spit a mouthful of old phlegm and it falls on new soil.

"He was only seven years old! He killed someone! And the person he killed was the son of King Zhao!"

His temples were completely white and he looked extremely old, so old that few people in Qin State still remembered his name.

Everyone calls him.

The Duke of Bie.

(End of this chapter)