Chronicles of the Qin Dynasty

Chapter 142, Section 141: It is not advisable to overeat.
It wasn't even noon yet, but because they had been traveling and needed to reach Pinyang before dark, Yan Cong spoke outside the carriage shortly afterward:

"Prince and Princess, Lord Qin, we still have nearly three hours to travel. The journey will be inconvenient, so please move to the hall and have some food first."

Princess Wen was troubled by the past events and could not pretend to be in a good mood. She said coldly, "I am weak and cannot stand the heat. Can ice be placed in the hall?"

No sooner had she finished speaking than Qin Shi said coldly, "Since the princess is frail, she should not eat too much. She may make herself at home in the carriage."

It's really annoying to keep getting entangled with someone over the same thing.

If the other person is a rebellious teenage girl who insists on getting stuck on a particular issue, it will be even more troublesome.

She got up and stepped out of the carriage. Seeing Yan Cong's tall figure standing quietly by the carriage, she couldn't help but smile again: "Young Master Yan, the weather is hot and the princess has a poor appetite. Why don't you take me to have a meal first?"

Upon hearing her gentle voice, Princess Wen, who was inside the car, felt a surge of bitterness and anger, and then threw the pen in her hand away!
There was a "pop" sound.

Wang Ziqian, who was engrossed in copying and reluctant to leave because he was almost done, looked up and asked blankly, "Sister, if you're not going to eat, then don't eat. Why are you throwing away Qin Jun's things?"

"Besides, it's not that hot these days."

What he said is true.

It's already August, which is close to October according to the Gregorian calendar. Even if it's hot, the heat is most intense during the midday and afternoon hours under the blazing sun.

But it's only morning now. The carriage has an ice chest, the post station has a corridor, and Qin architecture has always been tall. When you go inside to eat, there's a gentle breeze all around, so it's really not that hot.

Princess Wenming had already gotten off the carriage and walked past, but now she insists on asking if there's any ice...

The sounds coming from inside the car came through the open car door.

Ah!
Qin Shi gave a cold laugh. She thought to herself that General Yan's coffin was indeed very cold, and this temperamental princess probably didn't have the guts to approach it!

Yan Cong stood there, his tall figure with slightly dark skin, thick eyebrows, and eyes that resembled those of General Yan, though not particularly large.

But his energy and spirit were visibly full, and even though he had been unable to sleep for a long time due to the death of his family, it only added a touch of composure to him, and he did not appear weak.

He often makes people forget that he is not yet an adult.

However, he was just not good at studying and was a bit straightforward, which does not mean he was ignorant.

Therefore, he ignored the commotion inside the car, smiled at Qin Shi, and bowed, saying:
"Lord Qin, please."

...

Lunch was very simple.

Since they only had half an hour to rest, the servants simply made soup noodles.

During the Qin Dynasty, the princes and princesses naturally had meat and other meat dishes. They even received brown sugar wheat cakes and steamed buns from the palace chefs of the Yan family, which were bestowed by the Xianyang Palace.

But Qin Shi shook his head: "Just give me a brown sugar wheat cake."

After a pause, he gave the order again: "Three wheat cakes, two steamed buns, and a bowl of sunflower soup for the prince."

As for the princess...

It's hot, and I won't starve if I skip a meal, so I won't eat.

Her instructions left Old Madam Yan speechless for a moment.

Yan Ying laughed and then said generously, "In that case, let's do as Lord Qin says."

Oh dear! The king's two little fools, if she had to serve such a ruler when she was old, then she... would definitely not be satisfied.

With only half an hour to rest, lunch was naturally simple and quick.

Just as Prince Qian finished tidying up his copied manuscript and got out of the carriage, he saw Qin Shi slowly returning.

He was taken aback, then looked at the water clock in the corner of the carriage—it hadn't even been an incense stick's time yet!

Have we finished our meal?

He had originally planned to rush off the carriage to ask, but he saw the entire post station bustling with activity, with the guards gathering the soldiers everywhere, clearly ready to depart.

He touched his stomach and sat back down, looking aggrieved.

He remained silent, which only fueled Princess Wen's anger. She finally asked, "Why must we listen to Qin Jun when we're traveling together?"

Prince Qian looked up blankly—he was a little hungry, really.

The boy, who was already in a period of rapid growth, spent the whole morning thinking and copying books. He could sit still and still eat three big bowls of food at mealtimes.

Not to mention he actually put in the mental effort!
Even his reaction was slightly slow at this moment: "Huh?"

But Princess Wen said again, "Even the Prime Minister wouldn't dare to be as presumptuous as the King of Qin when he sees you and me. Why should we be subject to her control?"

Prince Qian said blankly, "But I will listen to my father."

His father said that he should obey the Qin ruler's orders in all matters, so naturally he would obey.

There's no why!

not to mention……

He frowned in thought: "When the Prime Minister met us, wasn't he just being polite?"

Otherwise, why would he respect me?
Although I am a prince, I am not the crown prince, and I don't seem to have much knowledge... The military officer smiled at me, probably because I am physically strong and can ride horses.

Civil officials...

Wang Ziqian isn't stupid; his teachers could clearly explain to him what level of academic failure he's been over the years.

How could a civil official possibly think highly of him?

While he was pondering this, Qin Shi had already returned to the carriage.

Looking inside the carriage, Princess Wen was still sitting there obediently. Despite her temper, she did not rashly get out of the carriage and switch back to the old one.

Wang Ziqian is even more down-to-earth. Although he looks weak and listless now, he is still as obedient as ever.

—It's not that he's beyond redemption.

She breathed a sigh of relief, finally able to live up to Ji Heng's trust.

The thought had barely formed when Princess Wen suddenly asked, "I've heard that although the King of Qin is a native of Qin, he grew up in a foreign land. Yet you, a newcomer, have gained such trust from my father..."

Her probing gaze followed him closely: "King Qin, I want to know, what have you done to deserve my father's trust?"

Qin Shi was speechless.

She thought to herself: Should I let you try ibuprofen? Or show you my phone? Or maybe I should flatter you a bit?
Little princess, you're not qualified to pry into things that even the king doesn't investigate!
She smiled mysteriously: "Perhaps... you're a good storyteller."

Abbreviation: Making empty promises.

Ibuprofen painted a pie in the sky as a miraculous elixir, mobile phones painted a pie in the sky as a future Qin Dynasty, and hype painted a pie in the sky as a first emperor of all time.

It is evident that she has reached a state of perfection in the art of "drawing a picture of a cake" (a metaphor for empty promises

But now, Princess Wen clearly doesn't believe it, while Prince Qian is already invigorated:

"Tell a story? What kind of story?"

"My father is a great lover of acrobatics, and he always watches them whenever he has free time... Could the story you're telling be one of those entertaining acrobatic performances?"

He suddenly realized: "No wonder my father hasn't summoned any more acrobatic performances since he returned from his western tour, except for one dance performance! It turns out there's a Qin ruler involved!"

Of course not.

The sheer awe and wonder of Qin Shi Huang had caused Ji Heng to become increasingly engrossed in his career.

However, seeing Prince Qian's suddenly enthusiastic expression and Princess Wen's completely disbelieving look, and feeling the rumbling of the carriage, she suddenly smiled as well:

"Yes."

Do you want to hear it?

　Here it comes! Tomorrow I'll be telling a story, a little tale from abroad.

　　(End of this chapter)