Daqin: When I return from sea, I will offer you a map of the world

Chapter 468: Long-cherished wish fulfilled, Wang Wan’s death.

Zhao Si looked at the First Emperor's half-smiling eyes and always felt that there was something in his words.

But if you think about it carefully, Zhao Si almost told his old man what he wanted to say. The only film left on the window paper was the film. Zhao Si himself had nothing to hide except his aura of raw jade.

"Listen to Dad..." Zhao Si scratched his head.

Wang Jian's health was indeed getting worse day by day. After all, it was impossible for Zhao Si to live with Wang Jian day and night.

Wang Jian is getting old again and is really about to reach the end of his life. Every day now may be a day worth cherishing for Wang Jian.

Facing such an old man, the First Emperor opened his mouth and used his halo of raw jade to extend the life of the old man, which can be regarded as a good deed.

In this way... in a few words, the government affairs of a country are basically completely divided.

The First Emperor had an overview of the overall situation. The grandson Zhao Si was in charge of the military affairs of the world with the help of Wang Jian. At the same time, he was studying government affairs with the help of Li Si, while the prince Fusu handled the details.

The separation of powers does not count. In fact, it was the First Emperor who kept his word.

It only gave the prince and grandson the opportunity to practice and practice.

And the focus is on Zhao Si, the grandson.

As for his cheap father... To be honest, Zhao Si feels that he is in today's situation probably because of some small guilt in his heart.

We can't really let Fusu be a puppet prince.

The ministers in the palace actually accepted Fusu becoming the crown prince and Zhao Si becoming the grandson quite quickly.

After all, they were close to the First Emperor. They saw everything he said and did, as well as his doting on Zhao Si. Moreover, they were ministers, so Qian was responsible for his duties and had not participated in the matter of establishing the crown prince. His stance Ling knew it well, so it didn't matter to them that the boulder fell, it was just another name.

As for respect? Before Zhao Si became the grandson and Fusu became the prince, they had enough respect.

But outside the palace, this is not the case.

The eldest son Fusu, as the first son of the First Emperor, was highly anticipated from the day he was born.

The First Emperor's mother was Zhao Ji and was not a relative of the Chu family. However, the First Emperor relied on the strength of a Chu family relative to ascend the throne.

Therefore, in exchange, the first wife of the First Emperor naturally came from the Chu family.

Fusu, the first son of the First Emperor, was naturally from a typical Chu family background.

When Fusu was just born, the Chu family relatives were extremely powerful, and Changping Jun Changwenjun was at the height of his power. Even the First Emperor pacified Lao Ai and took away Lu Buwei's power, all without the help of the Chu family relatives.

Therefore, as soon as Fusu was born, he naturally had the support of all his relatives from the Chu family.

Because of this, just after he was born, Fusu had a great reputation, the most distinguished status in the world, and the strongest backing.

Of course, there is no need to say more about building momentum...

But Fusu lived up to expectations after all. During the process of growing up, everything about him was seen by the old Qin people in the pass.

He has been smart and honest since he was young, and no one thinks he is a good heir.

Looking inside and outside the customs, this is the case...

However, politics are ever-changing, and many people placed their bets early, thinking that Fusu's future was bright.

He has a backing, sufficient ability, a tolerant person, and he is the eldest son. He is basically the obvious heir. Only a fool would not place a bet in advance.

But what followed was the First Emperor's purge of his relatives, the conflict between Confucianism and Legalism, Chunyu Yue's death, the political conflict between Fusu and the First Emperor, and Fusu's exile to Longxi...

This position of prince was about to fall to Fusu when he was born.

From the moment he was born, it was just one step away.

And it took nearly forty years from the time he was gazed upon by the public until he actually became the crown prince...

Correspondingly, most of the courtiers who made their bets early are already old, and some have even died.

It took them a lifetime to finally finalize an investment.

In fact, they can't even wait for the day when they can cash it out.

"Prime Minister! Prime Minister! I have something great to tell you!" The day after the meeting, Feng Quji was in a hurry to share the good news with Wang Wan.

"My eldest father, the cold is getting worse... I'm afraid it will be difficult to entertain you." The person who greeted Feng Quji was not Wang Wan, but his grandson Wang Hui.

"Ah... this... how could it be like this? Last time I came to see the Prime Minister, the Prime Minister was in good health." Feng Quji had a look of surprise on his face.

"When you came here last time, my eldest father had just contracted the cold. He had just gotten better. The night before you left, my eldest father's cold had gotten worse. I have been to famous doctors in the past few days but there was no improvement. Now I have said no. I can't even eat when I talk..." Wang Hui looked downcast, with tears shining in his eyes.

"This...can you let me in to have a look at the king?" Feng Quji had a sad look on his face when he heard this, but his joy completely disappeared.

Wang Wan is older than Feng Quji, and is now in his seventies and close to eighty.

The two often had political conflicts in the beginning, and were once hostile to each other. It was not until the First Emperor came to power that he personally seized power, and both of them were reduced to the status of three princes without real power. Only then did they gradually have common topics.

After serving as officials in the same dynasty for decades, the same group of people have all retired and there are no more colleagues who can be called old friends.

Hearing that Wang Wan was seriously ill, Feng Quji felt a little sad.

We are all old people. In this era, birth, old age, illness and death are common occurrences. We are both old people, so we naturally feel sympathies.

"Please..." Wang Hui heard the words and bowed to lead the way for Feng Quji.

Feng Quji followed Wang Hui inside and saw Wang Wan lying on the bed. The window was open and the room was bright, but Wang Wan, who was lying on the bed covered with a thick quilt, was shrouded in shadow.

Because of the angle, the light cannot enter the inner room and cannot fall on the body.

He seemed to be awake, his eyes were open, but he was not moving. His cheeks were deeply sunken, his cheekbones were protruding, his lips were dry and bloodless, and his skin seemed to be sticking to the bones.

"Brother..."

Feng Quji looked at Wang Wan, who seemed to be almost dead in front of him, and felt a surge of sadness in his heart. Feeling sad, he stepped forward and held Wang Wan's hand.

"Why is it so cold?" Feng Quji couldn't help but tremble because Wang Wan's hand was so cold, and then he put his hand in. There wasn't much heat left in his body.

"Is it warm or not? I am lying next to my eldest father, but it is not warm at all..." As he said this, Wang Hui, a half-year-old boy, had tears streaming down his face.

"Brother, I'm here, I'm Feng Quji, can you hear me?" Feng Quji felt a sense of desolation in his heart when he heard the voice, and gently patted the back of Wang Wan's hand.

"Who?"

"Removing disease?"

Wang Wan, who was lying on the bed, suddenly made a sound and murmured her lips, as if she wanted to say something, but couldn't. She tried to turn her head towards Feng Quji, but couldn't.

Feng Quji knew in his heart that he could only breathe a sigh of relief.

Seventy or eighty years old, like a lamp whose oil has burned out, it will be extinguished if it is said to be extinguished...

Maybe you can talk well today, but you won't be able to get up tomorrow.

The reason why I am still holding my breath is probably because I am waiting for the news.

Although Wang Wan was at home, Feng Quji came often, and he also knew that the eldest son had established the heir apparent in the past few days.

"I'm here to announce the arrival of the right minister!"

Feng Quji held Wang Wan's hand and spoke softly.

"Yesterday, Your Majesty held a court meeting and asked the ministers to discuss the matter of establishing the crown prince. All the ministers praised the eldest son and the youngest son for being crown princes. Your Majesty decided at the court that the two crown princes should be established simultaneously.

The young master served Wang Jian, the Taiwei, and Li Si, the right prime minister, as his disciples, and watched the government in the palace.

The eldest son is the prince, and every detail is transferred to the eldest son for review. "

Feng Quji knew what Wang Wan wanted to hear and explained it to him.

Wang Wan was the one who started betting on the eldest son since he was born.

Feng Quji, too...

There are many, many people with them...

But a lot of people don’t hear the news anymore.

Feng Quji specifically told Wang Wan that the two princes should be established at the same time, not the grandson first and then the prince.

He also specifically told Wang Wan that the eldest son could decide the details.

He is a powerful prince... He is not a puppet, and he is not forced to be pushed out.

To be honest, Feng Quji was a little overjoyed by the First Emperor's announcement.

The constant accumulation of sunk costs made them prepare for the worst.

Although the eldest son they support can establish a throne, he may be just a puppet, a tool of the First Emperor...

One, a transitional product before Zhao Si ascended the throne...

After all, Feng Quji could understand the First Emperor's previous attitude.

He even made plans that although the eldest son was established as the prince, he would not have any rights or autonomy and would completely become Zhao Si's foil.

After all, they had waited too long.

He never expected that the grandson would be established first and then the prince as they predicted.

Instead, the two princes stand side by side!

The eldest son did not become Zhao Si's stepping stone, nor did he lose his prestige. He retained the last bit of dignity as a prince.

And the most important thing is that, in addition, the First Emperor even took the initiative to allocate certain rights to the eldest son and gave him a lot of autonomy.

You can appoint subordinate officials and establish an office unique to the prince.

This was something I had never dared to think about before.

Not only does it have a name, but it also has a reality!

It can be said that the First Emperor's move of first suppressing and then increasing made Feng Quji feel like he was on a roller coaster.

That's why I was so impatient that I came to Wang Wan early in the morning to share the good news.

Their nearly 40-year investment was not in vain.

The future is bright!

At the very least, the eldest son retains the majesty and certain autonomy of the crown prince. With their support, the eldest son will be qualified to realize the return on their investment after he ascends the throne in the future.

At the very least, you won't listen to me when you are the prince, and you will listen to your son when you become the emperor.

Wang Wan listened to Feng Quji's words, and a glimmer of light seemed to return to her cloudy eyes. She opened her mouth and wanted to say something, but couldn't. In the end, she just raised her hand and fell down weakly.

Then... I closed my eyes.

There seemed to be some smile on his thin face.

"Prime Minister? Prime Minister!"

When Feng Quji saw this, he carefully put his finger on Wang Wan's nose, but he was no longer breathing.

On the neck, I can no longer feel the beating...

"Prince Prime!!!"

Feng Quji slowly collapsed on the ground. In a daze, it was not Wang Wan who died, but himself.

Wang Hui, who was already in tears, saw his eldest father closing his eyes and rushed towards him tremblingly...

"Big father~~!"

……

"Your Majesty, Wang Wan has gone..."

Zhao Si, who was kneeling next to the First Emperor, opened the memorial, saw the contents, sorted it out and spoke in a deep voice.

The old god of the First Emperor paused for a moment and returned to silence, but the smile on his face disappeared a bit.

"When?"

"Yesterday..."

……

The First Emperor fell silent.

Zhao Si didn't know, and neither did the First Emperor. If officials hadn't reported it, it would have taken a day or two for the First Emperor and Zhao Si to get the news.

After all, Wang Wan had already retired from office, and he had been ignored by Li Si for many years. The First Emperor would not be idle and send people to keep an eye on him.

In fact, the First Emperor's impression of Wang Wan was not very good.

Wang Wan is a speculator, a speculator through and through.

When Lu Buwei was the prime minister, he took refuge with Lu Buwei, and later attached himself to Zhao Ji. When he was attached to Zhao Ji, he helped the First Emperor take away Lu Buwei's power as prime minister.

After pacifying Lao Ai, he took the initiative to help the First Emperor regain power.

He was able to bet on Fusu when Fusu was just born, but he was clearly betting on Fusu. When the First Emperor was pacifying Chu's foreign relatives, Wang Wan frantically charged for the First Emperor.

In short, Wang Wan made an indispensable contribution to the First Emperor.

His period in power was also remarkable...

However, after all, they were not the people around the First Emperor.

After Xie Nuo's great momentum collided with Li Si, Wang Wan ended in failure. In the end, the first emperor and Li Si completely took away the power of the prime minister and became a mascot.

Since then, until now...

Looking back on Wang Wan's life, he only lost to Li Si and the First Emperor.

He was also a figure who stirred up troubles and cannot be ignored.

And now, growing old and dying in loneliness.

"Given..." The First Emperor opened his mouth, feeling a little annoyed again.

"That's all, go and inform the prince and ask Fusu to go..." The First Emperor waved his hand.

When one dies, everything is in vain...

Zhao Si nodded and informed Fusu of Wang Wan's death.

At the same time, the palace in the palace also felt desolate because of Wang Wan's death.

"Father, Wang Wan has gone..."

Wang Jian is sitting in a wheelchair, and his grandson Wang Li is patiently knocking Wang Jian's legs.

Wang Jian hummed twice when he heard the sound, and a look of surprise flashed in his eyes.

Wang Wan and he are of the same age group, and Wang Jian and Wang Wan have similar experiences.

It's just that Wang Wan chose to challenge the authority of the First Emperor when he was at his strongest, to fight against Li Si and the county system, in an attempt to influence the emperor's choices as a minister.

And Wang Jian chose the First Emperor in that turmoil.

Yes, Wang Jian was not a member of the First Emperor at first.

Otherwise, there would not have been a fight between the young faction and the mature faction, and Li Xin would not have been able to rely on the First Emperor's cronies to humiliate him wantonly.

Wang Wan is Wang Jian among civil servants, and Wang Jian is Wang Wan among generals.

If the First Emperor wanted to completely gain power, the two of them were the ones he couldn't avoid.

Li Si and Li Xin were the agents of his own will launched by the First Emperor.

It's just that Wang Wan chose to fight to the end, while Wang Jian chose to calm down amidst the turmoil.

Li Si defeated Wang Wan, but Li Xin lost to Wang Jian.

A difference in thought creates a different life.

Wang Jian was a little embarrassed, but still curled his lips in front of his grandson.

"Seven old people and eighty-year-olds, if you die, you will die...what's so strange about it?"

(End of this chapter)