The younger brother of the First Emperor

Chapter 48: Prince Chengjiao Returns to the Court

November 20th.

Li Yigong.

The sky was just getting light and the fish's belly was still turning white.

Ying Chengjiao was awakened from his dream. When he opened his eyes, he saw a person sitting on his bed.

He looked carefully and found that it was his father, Crown Prince Qin Zichu.

He turned his head again and saw his brother Ying Zheng standing aside, bowing to his father.

"I was the one who killed Zhao Gongzi Gao, it had nothing to do with my brother.

"If you want to commit a crime, commit a crime against the government."

Qin Zichu ignored him, so Ying Zheng continued speaking.

Ying Chengjiao's mouth twitched.

He didn't know how many times his brother said it, and how long he maintained this posture.

I was half moved and half speechless.

"Brother, when we killed Zhao Gao, you didn't believe me when I asked father this question?"

[You and I have always been together. When did you ask him? How could he agree to kill the Zhao hostage?]
Ying Zheng thought about it, glared at Ying Chengjiao, and signaled with his eyes that his brother should not talk nonsense.

Ying Chengjiao had no choice but to sit up.

"Father, why are you scaring my brother?"

Qin Zichu snorted coldly.

"I have tried to find him time and again but to no avail. He even refuses to listen to me as his father and is too playful to make progress.

"Today I finally got to see him standing in front of me, how can I not let him say a few more words?"

He turned his head half way to glance at his eldest son and his tone slowed down.

"Okay, don't be nervous.

"Since the State of Zhao dared to murder my son, I dared to kill the King of Zhao's son. Why don't you believe this?

"Your mother has been looking for you for a long time. If you have time today, go and see her.

"I have something to discuss with Cheng Jiao. You go down first."

Ying Zheng couldn't believe it, as it didn't match his understanding of Qin Zichu.

This is different from the Crown Prince of Qin who knew he was assassinated but did not pursue the murderer behind the scenes and took the overall situation into consideration.

"only."

The eldest son responded, frowned slightly, and left the back room.

Wang Jian, who was waiting with his eyes closed in the front hall, opened his eyes, saw Ying Zheng, and stood up from his chair.

"The prince just said that he would send the eldest son to Madam Ji."

Ying Zheng stood there for a moment, seemingly thinking.

"If you don't go, you will be beaten and may even be grounded.

“I’m going to see my grandfather. He has an appointment to teach me how to play billiard today. I have never played it before.

"If mother wants to see me, she will come to find me."

Wang Jian obeyed the order and drove Ying Zheng to the Xianyang Palace.

In Li Yigong's back room, only the father and son were left.

Qin Zichu patted his second son's thigh and gestured to him to turn sideways.

Ying Chengjiao half turned around.

Qin Zichu pulled down his pants.

It looked round and smooth, with no scars left.

There was a light slap and a "pop" sound.

"Look at you, why didn't you just admit your mistake that day? Instead of causing so much trouble!"

Ying Chengjiao pulled up his trousers himself with a look of dissatisfaction.

"Then you still blame me? Can't you let me put on my clothes before going out? I'm not a person who doesn't know the seriousness of the matter."

"Do you know the importance of things? If you know the importance of things, how can you do so many stupid things? Lian Po carried a thorn stick to ask for forgiveness, and Lin Xiangru was naked. Why are you ashamed as a little kid?"

"Please be careful with your words, my Lord. Lian Po was wearing his lower clothes even though he was not wearing half of them. Can you handle it if I skin you like a shaved pig and throw you in front of Huayang Buming?"

"Of course I can, that's my mother."

"...You win. For the throne, you really don't even care about your dignity, father."

"You are so disrespectful! Get up, dress, and come with me to court after dinner. You haven't attended court once since your brother came back."

"That's to prevent your other wife, Madam Ji, from thinking too much." Ying Chengjiao asked as he dressed quickly, "Didn't we agree that my brother will take over the throne in the future? Why do you want me to attend court? I don't want to attend government affairs at all. I'm so fed up. You can take my brother with you." "You dare to kill people, but you don't dare to attend court?"

"I didn't kill him, my brother did."

"Hurry up and get up, you have to be here today. Wei Zhe is the first to take your damn Ye Xiang! Don't always ask me to fill the holes you have made!"

Qin Zichu turned and left.

Ying Chengjiao's eyes lit up, and the resistance on his face disappeared without a trace.

He had proposed the matter of collecting night incense in the court a long time ago, but it had always been suppressed and could not be implemented.

This is one of his many childish remarks.

Xin Palace is one of the central royal palaces.

After the political center moved from Xianyang Palace north of the Wei River to the central royal palace, Xin Palace became the new palace for court meetings.

Every grand court meeting would be held in the front hall of Xin Palace.

The front hall of Xin Palace.

When Ying Chengjiao followed Qin Zichu in, there was no one there.

Those Qin officials who arrived early were waiting outside.

The main seat was still occupied by a royal chair, covered with soft silk animal skins that were changed daily, and a small pillow to support the waist.

Empty.

At the lower left of the king's chair is a seat.

Crown Prince Qin Zichu walked over.

First, I bowed to my mother who was sitting on the chair on my right.

Then kneel down on the mat.

The Qin State respected the right.

Under the royal chair, the prince sat on the left and the queen sat on the right. This seating arrangement was arranged by Qin Zichu.

Ying Chengjiao also bowed seriously to the queen and sat obediently on the small chair between the two of them.

This was added specifically for him.

When the former king was still alive, he initially carried Ying Chengjiao to court.

Ying Chengjiao has a small face and feels ashamed when he is always hugged in front of a group of people.

He first said that he would not attend the court, but was rejected by the late king.

Then, as a second choice, I just got a small chair.

Not long after we sat down, we heard footsteps coming in one after another.

The ministers, all dressed in official uniforms and wearing sashes, walked into the hall and went straight to find their own chairs.

In less than a quarter of an hour, everyone was there.

In the front hall of Xin Palace, most people were sitting on chairs.

Apart from the eunuchs standing and serving, only Qin Zichu was sitting at the table.

Ying Chengjiao leaned back in his chair, looking at the dozens of people below, his eyes wandering and his mind full of random thoughts.

[When will the prime minister Wei Zhe be replaced? I need a Lu Buwei.]
[Huayang Bufei hasn't come to court yet? Are you pretending to be sick and lazy and not going to work? The damage I caused wasn't that heavy.]
[Who is this? I don’t know him. Who does he belong to? Who did he replace? Who did he kill?]
Wherever his eyes went, most of the ministers would smile knowingly when they received his gaze.

It seemed like he was saying that he hadn't seen the young master for several days.

Qin Zichu looked at the people and turned his head to look at Queen Mi Buming.

Mi Bu Ming nodded slightly.

Qin Zichu straightened his back and concentrated his energy into his dantian.

"Everyone is here, I have something to say now."

The court, which had been quiet, immediately became like boiling water.

Crash~!

You say yours, I say mine.

Speaking while standing or sitting.

Ying Chengjiao, who was sitting on top, couldn't hear anything.

He sighed to himself.

No matter how many grand assemblies I attended, the opening ceremony was always like this.

A country's grand court meeting is more chaotic than a vegetable market. It is completely different from the solemnity, order and strictness shown on TV. It is not as good as a small meeting held by a few people in the Council Hall.

He was very curious whether only the Qin Dynasty's grand court meetings were so chaotic, or whether the grand court meetings of the other six countries were also so chaotic.

(End of this chapter)