The younger brother of the First Emperor

Chapter 57 This is too despicable!
The ancestral temples of this period were different from those in later generations, and their status was as high as the sky.

There are tablets of ancestors in the ancestral temple. The tablets of ancestors are the roots, representing family heritage, history, culture, and bloodline.

Qin Qi only questioned whether Ying Zheng was Ying Qin, and there was nothing wrong with insinuating the prince.

This is a matter concerning bloodline and should have been resolved in the ancestral temple. The most that could have been done was a couple of slaps in the face and one would have knelt before the ancestral tablets to admit their mistakes.

It is not acceptable to discuss state affairs or fight for power and profit in the ancestral temple.

This is not a clan matter, it is a private matter between Qin Qi and the prince.

The old monk, who had recovered a little, was holding the prince's shoulders.

Crown Prince Qin Zichu, who wanted to respond to his elder brother, changed his words at the right time and called out softly:
"Great-great-grandfather, are you okay?"

"Nothing serious."

The old man responded and pointed his skinny, branch-like fingers at Qin Qi, who had a bruised and swollen face and looked very miserable.

"As the head of the clan, I, Qin Fei, will remove you from the clan membership and remove you from the family tree.

"From now on, you are no longer a member of the Qin clan, and you can only be called Ying Xi.

"Come here, some people, drag Ying Xi out of my Qin clan temple!"

Ying Zheng, who was interrupted in his quest to trace his ancestral roots, felt very relieved and clenched his fists excitedly.

He looked at his younger brother first, wanting to share his joy with him, but he only saw an extremely serious face.

Ying Chengjiao felt his brother's gaze and gave him a look that said "don't worry".

Then he narrowed his almond-shaped eyes and continued to look at his grandfather and uncles who were standing upright.

[I see, the rules of the game are not to blame everyone...]
[Today is not the small fight as before, we are going to force father to go to the palace!]
The "plop" sounds were continuous, and the trembling candlelight flickered.

Except for the King of Qin, the old chief of clans, and the crown prince, all the royal family members in the ancestral temple knelt down.

They spoke one after another, never two at a time.

It was very orderly, everyone was clear-headed and no one stuttered, as if it had been rehearsed.

"Qin Yiren is the crown prince, but his management is chaotic. He should be punished now!"

"Even if it's the eldest son or the most virtuous one, it's not Qin Yiren's turn!"

"The previous king had just passed away, and other countries were eyeing him covetously and testing him constantly. Qin had been in trouble recently, all because of the Crown Prince who was the regent."

"The Jing River flooded, submerging farmland for thousands of miles. This was all due to Qin Yiren's failure to supervise the country, which led to the punishment from heaven."

"The crown prince is in charge of state affairs and the clan, and he has made many mistakes. If he is not replaced, the country and the clan will both be gone."

"The position of crown prince is both a political matter and a clan matter, and should be decided in the ancestral temple."

"..."

The old chief Qin Fei stood trembling.

The voices of his grandchildren came into his ears one after another, and he closed his eyes.

He was the son of King Huiwen of Qin and the younger brother of King Zhaoxiang of Qin, with the same father and mother.

He was given the title of Lord Jingyang and was one of the four nobles of that time.

All the people of his generation are gone.

He had eight brothers, and except his elder brother King Zhaoxiang, the others all died a bad death.

King Wulie, Qin Dang, died after lifting a tripod and breaking his legs.

Qin Zhuang and Qin Yong rebelled for the throne, which was later called the Jijun Rebellion. They were defeated and executed by King Zhaoxiang.

Qin Tong and Qin Yun, two brothers who served as marquises of Shu for two terms, both rebelled and were killed.

Qin Kui, Lord Gaoling, one of the four nobles, was driven out of Xianyang by King Zhaoxiang and died unexpectedly on the way to his fiefdom.

For the throne and power, his elder brother King Zhaoxiang killed almost all the royal family members except one branch.

King Zhaoxiang had only two sons, his elder nephew Qin Dao and his younger nephew Qin Zhu.

The eldest nephew had no descendants and did not survive King Zhaoxiang, dying in the State of Wei.

My nephew Qin Zhu has many descendants, and now almost all the people in the ancestral temple are Qin Zhu's sons.

But for him, there were still too few people.

Eighty to ninety percent of the people here today are from the royal family. They are standing sparsely, and even the louder your voice is, the more it can be heard.

When he was a child, he participated in grand ceremonies. The ancestral temple was crowded with people, and when he raised his sleeves, there was a dark cloud.

Those people back then are all dead.

He is old, and he doesn't want to see the dead anymore.

He wanted to see the ancestral temple expanded because it could not accommodate more people, instead of being the only one left to die like their generation!
But he couldn't help it...

Qin Qi alone questioned the prince, saying that he could be expelled from the family tree.

But all the clan members in the ancestral temple have participated in this. Can he expel them all?

If they were all expelled, the Qin royal family would be gone. The private affairs of a group of royal family members were clan affairs.

All clan affairs must be decided in the ancestral temple.

The Zongzheng was highly respected and in charge of clan affairs. He was more powerful than the King of Qin in the ancestral temple.

Zongzheng represents the will of the clan.

Now that the entire clan has participated and the true clan will is before them, the clan leader must put aside his personal feelings.

Boom~!

He slammed the ground heavily with his remaining strength and said sadly:

"Qin Zichu! Kneel down!"

Prince Qin Zichu let go of the hand that was supporting the old Zongzheng and advised worriedly:
"Grandfather, take care of yourself and don't get too angry."

Kneeling in front of the ancestral tablet, his body from thighs to the top of his head was straight like a cliff.

"Qin Qi, please continue." The old master said with his head hunched over.

The royal family members below stopped talking and were very quiet.

Weiyang Lord Qin Qi had a smile on his face, and the pain could not stop him from saying:

"The prince said that Meng Wu received the order of transfer with the Tiger Treasure of Hangu Valley. What is the Tiger Treasure of Hangu Valley?"

Ying Chengjiao interrupted him and said:
"I took it."

"Ha!" Qin Qi clapped his hands lightly, opened his mouth wide, and said exaggeratedly while enduring the severe pain: "So you are a child prodigy! Our child prodigy, the Hangu Tiger Tally, who gave you it?"

Ying Chengjiao pursed his lips and said nothing.

He was waiting, waiting for his great father to speak, or not to speak.

After a while, he did not hear his grandfather's voice, and realized that the Hangu Tiger Tally must be another difficult problem that his grandfather gave to his father.

Seeing that Ying Chengjiao didn't say anything, Qin Qi threw the question to the prince, and his voice immediately turned cold.

"The prince gave the Hangu Tiger Talisman to Cheng Jiao?"

Qin Zichu sighed and opened his mouth to speak, but his second son's voice sounded before him.

"Qin Qi, does what you said have anything to do with today's clan affairs?" The seven-year-old boy's voice was sharper than that of an adult, so it seemed very sharp.

"Qin Yiren has taught you very well. You even know the difference between political affairs and clan affairs." Qin Qi praised him and said, "Ask Qin Yiren whether we are discussing political affairs or..."

The seven-year-old boy looked impatient and interrupted his father again.

"I know you are talking about clan affairs, but I want to ask you how this relates to my eldest brother's return to his ancestral home today?
"What you guys talked about is for later. Now, isn't it time for my eldest brother to recognize his ancestral roots?"

Qin Qi was shocked.

[This kid actually knows how to dampen the enemy's morale in order to gain the upper hand? This couldn't possibly have been taught by Zichu!]
"Your brother and you killed Prince Gao of Zhao. This caused the Zhao State to become enemies with our Qin State. We transferred General Li Mu from the border to Handan to prepare for war."

"No, you don't understand what I'm saying?" Ying Chengjiao interrupted for the third time, and said in a louder voice, "What does this have to do with my elder brother's recognition of his ancestry?"

"Of course it matters!" Qin Qi was intercepted three times and seemed to be a little anxious. He was afraid of being interrupted again. He spoke very quickly and loudly: "How dare you two little kids kill the prince of Zhao? This..."

"Qin Qi!" Ying Chengjiao shouted loudly, interrupting for the fourth time.

But this time Qin Qi did not stop and continued talking.

"It must be the Prince"

The seven-year-old boy jumped up from the ground, shouting as he jumped.

“It’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay!”

The volume is louder than Qin Qi's, and the tone is sharper than Qin Qi's.

Using the novice's limited-time configuration of Dolphin Sound, he completely overwhelmed Qin Qi.

Qin Qi couldn't shout anymore than Ying Chengjiao.

Kneeling on the ground, he was no match for Ying Chengjiao who was jumping high.

He looked at the prince with a bewildered and confused expression.

[Did you really teach me this? This is too despicable!]
The prince smiled embarrassedly and said:

"The child is still young and doesn't understand."

Someone from the royal family kneeling below spoke up, saying indignantly:

"Zongzheng! How can this boy disturb the ancestral temple and the peace of our ancestors? He should be kicked out!"

The old patriarch was leaning on a locust wood crutch, and he walked over tremblingly, stuttering.

Touching Ying Chengjiao’s head, his face was red and he was panting heavily due to the intense aerobic exercise.

"The baby is in pain, healthy and energetic, and the ancestors love him."

(End of this chapter)