The younger brother of the First Emperor

Chapter 93 The King and His Son

There are three underground floors in Xianyang Prison.

Mansion, front hall of the main house.

There was a square wooden table, on which were placed two pots of steaming mutton soup, a plate of a dozen mutton skewers emitting a rich aroma, a plate of a dozen pork skewers sizzling with oil and some fat and some lean, two plates of roasted leeks, and a jar of sour wine.

One side of the square table was against the wall, and one person sat on each of the other three sides.

On the left is the old prisoner here, Bai Qi, the Marquis of Wu'an, whose white hair reaches his chest.

On the right is the new prisoner, Master Chengjiao, who was thrown down because he couldn't see the situation clearly.

Sitting facing the wall was Bai Qi's granddaughter, Bai Wuxia.

Bai Wuxia gritted his teeth and stared at his extremely troublesome disciple, wishing he could bite him to death.

"You bastard! I've already told you, why don't you eat?!"

Bai Qi ate very happily, with broth staining his beard. He muttered:
"Why bother with him? I see he is not hungry. If he is hungry, doesn't he know how to eat?"

After hearing this, Master Chengjiao immediately nodded repeatedly.

"Mr. Wu An is right. I will eat when I am hungry. Please don't worry about me, Master."

Bai Wuxia opened her almond-shaped eyes wide, her pretty face turned cold, and she scolded loudly.

"What is Wu'an Jun? My grandfather has long been dismissed from office and stripped of his title, so stop trying to get close to him! Be smart and eat quickly!"

She intended to use her teacher's authority to intimidate the troublesome disciple.

But in the eyes of a certain guy, when she takes off the mask, she is just a young and beautiful high school girl.

What she thought was a harsh reprimand sounded like coquetry to the boy who had studied in Zaan.

Not only was the boy not afraid, he also praised him repeatedly.

"The teacher is not only extremely beautiful, but also speaks very nicely."

Bai Wuxia was angry and thought of what the prince, no, the king said.

Before King Qin Zichu asked her to teach his two sons martial arts, he gave her a ferocious iron mask and forbade her to show her true face, saying that she was too young and her true face was too beautiful and lacked majesty, and he was afraid that she would not be able to convince her youngest son.

Bai Qi took a sip of wine, then reached out to grab the lamb skewers and held them down for his granddaughter.

The old man felt helpless.

"You guys have spoiled the kids nowadays. If they don't want to eat, then don't eat. They won't die from skipping a meal. If they don't want to eat during mealtime, then forget about eating. There will be a time when they can't bear it anymore."

Bai Wuxia couldn't pretend to be cold when facing her father who had been imprisoned and locked up without seeing the sun for nearly ten years.

She lifted her butt off the chair, covered her mouth with her little hands, and whispered to her grandfather in front of Master Chengjiao.

"Grandfather, you don't know how ruthless this guy is.

"It takes ten years of hard work, but if he gets a chance to work hard, he might do it.

"He was lazy when he first started practicing martial arts, so I told him off. The next day, he was angry and practiced as if his body was not his own.

"Also this time, the previous king died of a sudden illness, just like the Queen Mother Xuan, you know it, Grandfather. No one in Jingquan Palace said anything, only this guy stayed behind, alone with the king, and came down that night.

"He even dares to disobey the king. He is not afraid of death and is capable of starving himself to death.

"And...if he dies, Grandfather..."

Bai Qi responded with "hmmmm", seeming a little nonchalant.

He had witnessed the cruelty of the child in front of him the night before, but he had seen many cruel people in his life.

For example, when food and grass were scarce, Wang Ling, that birdman, not only killed prisoners, but also led his soldiers to sweep the enemy's country, looting both food and people. Food is food, and people are also food.

Putting aside the age factor, Ying Chengjiao's ruthlessness is child's play in Bai Qi's eyes.

As for his own safety, Bai Qi didn't care even more.

Based on his understanding of the Qin family, he really didn't believe that the new King of Qin would vent his anger on him because of the accident of his youngest son.

There was only one thing worthy of Bai Qi's attention.

The previous king was most likely killed by the new king, and this kid angered the new king for the previous king. The Qin family of the Ying surname has always been cold-blooded and ruthless, how could there be such a hot-blooded person?
Bai Qi tapped the table twice with his index finger, making a "tap tap" sound, which attracted the attention of Master Chengjiao.

"Little kid, I've told you that it won't be hard for you to see your father. You don't need to use this method." He pointed at the food on the table and said, "Eat first. Only when you're full will you have the energy to brag."

Ying Chengjiao swallowed his saliva. A seven-year-old's body was indeed prone to hunger.

He turned his head away, resisting the temptation.

[He doesn’t want to see me. You don’t know how harshly I scolded him that day…]
"Mr. Wu An is wrong. If I don't fast, my father will not see me in the near future."

"Ha." Bai Qi sneered: "Since you can come down here, you should know what kind of person your father is. If he wants to see you, he will come on his own. If he doesn't want to see you, he won't come even if you starve yourself to death."

Ying Chengjiao remained silent.

Although the dream about my grandfather was very real, it was just a dream after all...

Until things became clear, he didn't dare to guarantee that the father he knew was his real father.

Yesterday he told Bai Qi with absolute certainty that he could rescue Bai Qi. This not only gave Bai Qi confidence, but also gave himself confidence.

"I believe my father will come." Ying Chengjiao said firmly, although he had no confidence in his heart.

Who is Bai Qi?
How many people have you met?
How many people have been killed?

I could tell at a glance that this kid wasn't being honest, so I had to emphasize it.

I won't tell you.

He took the wine jar and poured wine into it, filling half of the wine jar and pushed it in front of Ying Chengjiao.

"Drinking some wine will help digestion and will help you die of starvation faster."

Ying Chengjiao refused.

If this was the white wine of later times, he would really want to take a sip now, to make his throat burn and make him sweat, and to numb his nerves.

But the wine at that time, to him, tasted like vinegar in later generations, with the taste of wine, but more of a sour taste.

Just as the three of them were performing a play in a bland and colorless voice, footsteps were heard from outside.

The three of them turned their heads to look.

At the end of his sight, Prince Qin Chu walked into the main house alone, carrying a food box.

A moment later, in the left school of the underground mansion, Ying Chengjiao was temporarily staying.

The food boxes were laid out on the wooden table, and the father and son stood on either side, not speaking for a long time.

"Did you kill my grandfather?" Ying Chengjiao asked suddenly.

"Died of illness." Qin Wang Zichu replied in a muffled voice.

"No, my grandfather committed suicide." Ying Chengjiao looked at his father's expression intently and continued, "That night, you surrounded the Xianyang Palace..."

He recounted everything his grandfather had said in his dream.

To his disappointment, his father Qin Zichu's expression remained grim.

It seems like listening to a story.

After he finished speaking, Qin Zichu waited for a moment, and after making sure that his second son would not say anything, he said:

"You are very imaginative." Qin Zichu, who was restless in his heart, said calmly: "Your grandfather died of illness."

"This is not my imagination. My great grandfather told me." Ying Chengjiao said in a deep voice: "My great grandfather's spirit in heaven could not bear to see my father and I killing each other, so he told me the truth in my dream."

Qin Zichu believed it.

Otherwise, it would be impossible to explain how the second son knew it. The night before, when the father and son were negotiating in the front hall of the Xianyang Palace, there was no one else around.

Qin Zichu, who had not finished his meal, picked up his chopsticks, picked up a piece of pork and put it in his mouth, saying calmly:

"That was just a dream you had. Your grandfather died of illness."

　I will update 10,000 words tomorrow. If I can't do it, I will still follow the old rules and send red envelopes in the group.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)