Speaking.
Fusu kowtowed once to Ying Zheng.
"Why are you here?"
"Instead of those disciples and old officials of Wang Wan?" Ying Zheng asked coldly.
"Although I have never apprenticed under Prime Minister Wang, he has always cared for and taught me, treating me as a half-disciple. It is natural for me to come here." Fusu replied loudly.
"Do you know the foundation of Qinâs state-building?" Ying Zheng gazed at Fusu and asked.
"The foundation of Qinâs state-building is the law."
"I certainly understand."
"But beneath the law, there is also human emotion." Fusu replied.
"If under the law, everyone speaks of emotion, what becomes of Qin? And what becomes of Qin ruling the world in the future?"
"Emotion is private."
"When everyone values private relationships, how can law be talked about? Qin, a river village?" Ying Zheng continued, his tone colder.
When Wang Wan was taken down in the court today.
Ying Zheng also thought someone would plead for Wang Wan, like Fusu, but a smart person would not come.
But Fusu was not that smart.
"I... I..."
Facing Ying Zhengâs pressure, Fusu couldnât figure out how to reply, as everything his father said was true.
"Withdraw."
Ying Zheng waved his hand, not wanting to say more to Fusu.
"I take my leave."
Fusu left the main hall of Zhangtai Palace unwillingly, biting his teeth.
After he left.
"Originally, I thought he wouldnât come."
"Because smart people wouldnât plead now." Ying Zheng said slowly.
"Although the Eldest Imperial Son is not smart, he is a benevolent person." Zhao Feng commented.
This was indeed Zhao Fengâs impression of Fusu.
How to say?
In terms of ability.
After years of Ying Zhengâs training, Fusu has ability, but trained in the wrong direction.
His temperament is indeed gentle, and he prioritizes benevolence.
He fully absorbed the knowledge of Confucianism.
But this is precisely not what a monarch learns.
It didnât reach what Ying Zheng wanted.
Other than Qin, only Qi and Chu remained in Shenzhou, the unification was imminent.
Ying Zheng wanted to train a successor who could suppress the world, suppress the court.
From Fusuâs mouth, speaking of emotion above national law is essentially not the essence of a Crown Prince.
No wonder Ying Zheng became increasingly disappointed.
"Benevolence, perhaps so."
To this praise, Ying Zheng sneered.
Above royal power, on high positions, benevolence might be applicable to the lower people, but too much benevolence will sooner or later be swallowed by the hundred officials, by those who seek Qinâs demise.
"Do you have hate for Fusu?"
Ying Zheng turned his attention back, looking at Zhao Feng with concern.
"Great King."
"How dare I hate the Eldest Imperial Son." Zhao Feng immediately replied seriously.
"I ask you honestly."
"Those people by Fusuâs side often contend with you, itâs reasonable for you to hate Fusu." Ying Zheng sighed.
In truth, he was a bit worried at heart.
In the future, when he acknowledges Zhao Feng, restoring his identity.
One day as Crown Prince, even as king.
How will Zhao Feng treat Fusu? How will he treat his brothers and sisters?
If it truly leads to fraternal strife, how could Ying Zheng bear it?
"Why should I hate the Eldest Imperial Son?"
"Speaking of it."
"The Eldest Imperial Son is indeed benevolent."
"He often wants to mend relations with me, but is unable to."
"Speaking of it."
"His fault is being too eroded by Confucianism, too pedantic and inflexible."
"To say he has great problems?"
"I really canât find any." Zhao Feng chuckled, speaking frankly.
Regarding Fusu.
No initiative.
Completely manipulated by Wang Wan and others, they seemed to support Fusu as Crown Prince, contending for the title of Crown Prince.
Actually, it was to find an easily controlled puppet.
Fusu represented their interests.
And Fusuâs character precisely allowed him to maintain their interests in the future.
At first, when Chunyu Yue began targeting me, Fusu came to apologize, and subsequent matters followed suit.
Seen as such.
Hate?
That is still not the case.
Because Zhao Feng never viewed Fusu as a rival.
Moreover, thinking about Fusuâs future end.
Considering Ying Zhengâs face, Zhao Feng would also preserve Fusuâs life, just for Ying Zhengâs years of graciousness, Zhao Feng wouldnât let history repeat, leaving Ying Zheng with no descendants.
The mighty First Emperor!
The First Emperor who unified Shenzhou.
In the end, his bloodline withering, still by the hands of his own son.
In the past life, Zhao Feng felt some discontent, even more with capability now.
Even if Qin falls one day, Zhao Feng will protect Ying Zhengâs bloodline from extinction, even if they lack wealth and prestige, they will be safe for life.
"Unable to help oneself!"
"Haha."
"You did hit the point." Ying Zheng chuckled, also relieved a sigh of relief internally.
Regarding Zhao Fengâs words, Ying Zheng naturally trusted.
And could see that he indeed didnât hate Fusu.
"Then what do you think of Hu Hai?" Ying Zheng asked again.
"I havenât seen him many times, donât know much." Zhao Feng replied with a smile.
Hu Hai as a person.
No ability.
But with deep thoughts.
Now he hasnât shown it, but once he truly sits in that position, his nature will emerge.
Killing brothers and sisters.
Even applying cruel punishments.
The vast Great Qin Empire destroyed by him in an instant, Zhao Feng really couldnât describe such a heartless and unjust person.
He doesnât even deserve to be human.
"Not knowing is also good." Ying Zheng smiled slightly, not continuing the topic.
"Now that you have returned."
"The battle in the land of Yan is settled."
"From now on, just rest well in Xianyang."
"Until next time when you achieve the merit of destroying a nation for Qin, I will appoint you as Grand Commandant." Ying Zheng changed his tone, speaking with some expectation to Zhao Feng.
Zhao Feng was startled at heart, then immediately said: "Thank you, Great King, for your trust."
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