The younger brother of the First Emperor

Chapter 55: Weiyang Lord Qin Qi

Ying Chengjiao stared at Qin Qi's facial expression, not missing a single detail.

He saw Qin Qi's eyes move away, and then return to him in a moment.

"The grudge between me and your father has nothing to do with you two little kids." Qin Qi said softly.

With long strides he left as suddenly as he had arrived.

Ying Zheng looked at Qin Qi's back, waiting for his brother to answer his questions.

His younger brother is the only person who is kind to him, and he believes that everything his younger brother does for him has a good purpose.

He turned to look at his brother.

He noticed that his brother's gaze followed Qin Qi's movements, and there was a hint of murderous intent in his eyes.

My brother looked at it and said:
"Qin Xi, Lord Weiyang, is my great grandfather's eldest son and my father's elder brother.

"Queen Huayang has no heirs, and my grandfather has no legitimate children, so the eldest son is the heir.

"If my father had not recognized Queen Huayang as his mother, the position of Crown Prince of Qin would have belonged to Qin Xi.

“After my great-grandfather passed away, he claimed more than once that my father had taken his position as crown prince.

“My grandfather felt guilty about him and named him Lord Weiyang.

"Weiyang is in the second ring south of Xianyang. It contains a section of the Wei River and is a first-class fiefdom.

"He had deep connections in the court and many retainers. The relationship between Shi Cang, the Minister of Grain, and him was like that between Lü Buwei and his father.

“He is the leader of the royal family. All of our uncles and uncles take him as their leader and do not acknowledge our father.

“If my brother dies outside Hangu Pass, he will be the biggest beneficiary.

“Today my brother returns to the clan. It is a big event for him, but for the clan members it is just a junior recognizing his ancestor.

"According to the etiquette, it is enough for the eldest grandfather, the second grandfather and the head of the clan to be present.

"Today, so many royal family members have come. Most likely, they were summoned by Qin Qi. There must be some conspiracy.

"Brother, please come in later. Be careful."

When Ying Zheng heard this, he understood the problem and lowered his voice:
"Does he dare to kill me in the ancestral temple?"

Ying Chengjiao withdrew his gaze.

"The chances are very low. He doesn't dare to kill anyone in the ancestral temple unless he doesn't want to be the crown prince.

"The most he could do was to induce his brother to say something unfavorable about our father.

"Brother, please listen to Zongzheng's words and ignore him."

Ying Zheng responded and took note of it.

One after another, the royal family members entered the ancestral temple in order.

After all the royal family members had entered, the temple door was closed, isolating everything from outside.

In the ancestral temple, which is dominated by black, there are small candles placed one after another.

There are many small candles, but the light is not bright enough.

Each one of them is dim and yellow, and when they are put together it is dusk.

When there are too many people, the candles flicker, like an old man who was disturbed from his sweet dream and is angry.

Ying Zheng was placed in the middle.

He looked ahead and saw rows of black wooden tablets.

The oldest tablet at the top is engraved with Qin Fuzi, and the newest tablet at the end is engraved with King Zhaoxiang Qin Ji.

There are a total of twenty-eight tablets here, and all the twenty-eight deceased monarchs of the Qin Dynasty are here.

The old patriarch was very old. He was leaning on a locust wood cane in one hand and holding a piece of silk in the other.

He pulled his neck back, stretched out his arm holding the silk, and his eyes almost narrowed into slits.

He tried to discern every word and read it aloud.

Each sentence has four words, and there is a pause after every four words.

"...There is a son, Ying Zheng, born in the State of Zhao. His father's name is Zichu, and his mother's surname is Ji...Now he is in the ancestral temple, and the ancestors are witnessing together."

The old voice seemed to have traveled through time, bringing Ying Zheng before all the ancestors for review.

The old ancestor waited for a while, as if waiting for the ancestors to check whether Ying Zheng was their descendant.

Ying Zheng looked at these wooden signs, and in a trance, he seemed to see twenty-eight Qin monarchs sitting on them.

Qin Fuzi, who was at the top, was too far away to be seen clearly, so he raised his head to call him.

"Kid, look up. You can't see."

He raised his head and straightened his chest, wanting his ancestors to have a good look at him.

There were tears in his eyes, but he didn't know it.

When his great-grandfather, Qin Ji, saw this, he quickly blocked his shoulder. Next to Qin Ji was Wu Lie Wang Qin Dang, who slapped his brother Qin Ji's hand.

"Look at what you are doing, you good-for-nothing! I, Ying Qin, am a hostage in a foreign country? Look how you are being bullied by our kid!"

The tablet with the name of King Zhaoxiang Qin Ji inscribed on it shook violently and almost fell off the altar.

Qin Ji smiled bitterly and consoled:

"Go home, stop crying."

Dim candlelight, black card, quiet.

The old master put away the silk and said loudly:
"kneel!"

Ying Zheng burst into tears and fell to his knees with a plop.

For no apparent reason, he had a strong sense of belonging and felt that he was blessed by the ancestral temple.

From today on, he is no longer a Qin dog, no longer the Zheng of Zhao, and no longer a slave who is bullied by others.

He came home.

Like everyone in this ancestral temple, they all have the same blood flowing in their bodies.

He now had a clan and was included in the family tree, and was no longer a rootless duckweed.

He was the eldest prince of the Qin State, with a surname of Ying, a clan name of Qin, and a given name of Zheng.

He was extremely excited, but he restrained himself and did not overstep his bounds, waiting for the old abbot to continue giving the order to kowtow, which was the final step.

Before coming to Yongcheng, someone from the Zongzheng Mansion informed him of the procedure.

"Wait." Qin Qi's voice was neither loud nor soft, but he spoke before the old abbot could.

Ying Chengjiao, who had been paying attention to Qin Qi, was furious. No one knew better than him how much his brother was looking forward to this moment.

My brother always becomes dazed when he is alone.

he asks:

"What's wrong, brother? Why are you just daydreaming?"

My brother said:
"It's nice to be in Qin, but I feel like a guest. There's always a sense of unreality."

The seven-year-old boy swore all the time.

"Qin Qi! You bastard! Are you still a human being?"

“How dare you!” The old patriarch opened his eyes wide, shining them like torches on Ying Chengjiao, and shouted angrily, “You are uttering foul language in front of our ancestors. Get out!”

Qin Wangzhu pleaded for mercy.

"Cheng Jiao is young, please forgive him for this..."

Without saying a word, the old sect leader turned around immediately with sharp eyes.

"Qin Zhu!"

He addressed the King of Qin by his first name, his tone extremely harsh.

Qin Wangzhu shut his mouth awkwardly, cast a helpless look at Ying Chengjiao, and tilted his head to indicate that he should go out first.

Outside the ancestral temple, the King of Qin has the final say.

In the ancestral temple, the King of Qin said that it was not that important.

Ying Chengjiao regained his sanity.

Looking at his brother who was kneeling alone in the middle of the field.

He glanced at his uncles and uncles around him and saw that their looks were mostly teasing, as if they were telling him to get out.

His father was not welcome in the royal family, and he was not welcome in the royal family either.

He can act recklessly outside.

However, in the special environment of the ancestral temple, his grandfather, the King of Qin, could no longer uphold justice for him.

He fell into the trap.

But it is never too late to mend the fold.

[You want to get rid of me so much?]
He walked behind his brother, knelt on the ground with a plop, and slapped himself in the face.

Licking his lips, he said:

"I, the unworthy descendant Ying Chengjiao, have spoken rudely. I hereby apologize to our ancestors!"

Kowtow deeply.

The head fell with a sound.

He has always considered himself an honest man who endures humiliation and bears heavy burdens.

(End of this chapter)