My son, Fusu, please abdicate the first emperor!

Chapter 696 Asking Father to Abdicate

During the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, chariots were marching in the air, and bloody storms were raging one after another on the land of China. No one took life seriously, and it was either you killing me or I killing you.

But in this era, trust and integrity have become people's highest pursuits; it is also in this era that dignity has become people's greatest pursuit.

Perhaps it is precisely because we have to face death every day that life becomes so precious and people choose to pursue spiritual immortality.

Perhaps it is precisely because people are unwilling to accept their innate identity as commoners that they attach great importance to their own dignity.

One bloody storm after another eventually left people with tears in their eyes and covered in bruises.

Amidst the heavy fog and layers of bones, an eight-year-old child was welcomed back to his country and then began a turbulent life.

He put an end to that foggy era.

However, after walking in the fog for too long, he himself didn't know what the light looked like.

That man eventually lost his way, wandering around for five years, pushing the people into a deeper abyss.

The newly born giant babies of imperial power and bureaucracy cannot yet walk, and the nobles and thousand-year-old landlords still sit firmly on the heads of the people.

As a modern man, Fusu deeply felt how great an impact the transition between the Qin and Han dynasties two thousand years ago had on Chinese history.

When a nation abandons its human dignity, discards its faith and dignity, insults its culture, and then turns the insulted culture into a urinal, it has been worn for thousands of years and has brought disaster to the world for thousands of years.

The Han people had their own achievements, but they also had their own problems. The cultural orientation made this nation sink deeper and deeper into a vicious circle.

Reading every page of the two thousand years of history is either oppression or oppression; either deception or deception.

Once upon a time, Fusu sighed deeply as he looked at those volumes of history books.

The sky has been this dark for two thousand years.

What Han, Tang and Ming dynasties were? They were just powerful countries, but the blood and sweat of the common people at the bottom of society eventually went into the stomachs of those at the top.

No matter how tired you are of the Song, Yuan and Qing dynasties, you are the same in essence.

If this is the reincarnation of a nightmare.

Fusu hoped that he would not open it from the beginning.

To use one's own knowledge, and the experience gained and lost through two thousand years of China's political and cultural changes, and to combine Chinese and Western cultural systems to build an ideal country, this is the true ambition of a scholar!
Although he has only a book in his hand, he can defeat ten thousand men; he understands the great principles of heaven and earth, controls the universe, and can change the weather with ease.

Recalling the past is like a dream.

Just after dawn, the night watchman drove his car to the gate of Xianyang city and shouted twice.

Fusu, he didn't sleep the whole night.

Rebelling against Zulong was really exciting; but rebelling against his own father made him feel like he was eating chaff.

With dark circles under my eyes and recurring inflammation under my cheeks, I have been wandering between anxiety, pain and uneasiness for so long.

He thought it would be a difficult task to get started, but things went much more smoothly than he expected.

I originally thought that the road to Xianyang would be very long and full of obstacles.

As a result, the distance to walk is just that short, and there is no restriction in movement.

Instead, it made Fusu feel as if he was stuck in mid-air.

Occasionally, Fusu would ask himself what he was doing.

But whenever he thought about the fact that Ying Zheng once said he would depose him as the crown prince, Fusu's heart began to become as hard as iron again.

The White Dew has long passed, and now it is the Autumnal Equinox.

Last night there was an autumn rain, which knocked down the flowers and trees in the courtyard. The whole garden was green.

At the corner of the eaves, raindrops were still hanging on the spider web.

The spider didn't dare come out.

Fusu was wearing armor, holding his sword, looking at the deep blue but low sky today.

"Prince, the Tiger Guards have arrived."

Three thousand Tiger Guards, carrying the envoy Chen Gong, had arrived at the gate of Xianyang city as scheduled.

When Fusu heard this, he felt it was a little sudden.

His hands began to tremble and his legs and feet began to stiffen.

Really rebelled?
All kinds of voices suddenly popped up in Fusu's mind.

You just wanted to rebel, and now that you have the ability to rebel, you rebel? In fact, your father treats you very well, why aren't you satisfied?

How will future generations evaluate you?

Your father is alive and well now. If you pull him down, how will you face him in the future? How will you place him? How will you face the civil and military officials when you go to court in the future?
Fusu, you can't be shameless.

When Chen Ping saw that Fusu was in a bad condition, he immediately shouted, "Prince, today is a big day, you need to clean your face first."

Chen Ping pulled Fusu back into the house.

Everyone was watching outside, they were even more nervous than Fusu. When they saw Fusu go in, they all looked up at the sky and breathed a sigh of relief. Everyone had not slept well, their eyes were full of bloodshot.

The target of their rebellion was Zulong, the first emperor recognized by everyone in the world at that time.

But when he got into the house, Fusu's hands were still shaking.

"What should I do? It won't obey me now?"

Chen Ping knelt down before Fusu and said:
"I followed you at first only for wealth and honor. Later, I pledged my loyalty to you because I saw that you wanted to make the world fair and just. If someone like you could become emperor, it would be a good thing for all people in the world."

"I help you do all this because I believe that when you rule the world one day, you will appeal to people's emotions and enlighten them with reason, just as you did when you judged me. The people will be convinced and justice will prevail."

"The prince follows the right principles and the principles of heaven."

"Your Majesty is stubborn and obsessed with his own selfishness, going against the will of the people and defying the laws of nature."

"You attack His Majesty to defend the righteous path."

Chen Ping's words were passionate and impassioned.

Fusu's eyes slowly became firm again.

But just as he was about to stand up, Fusu sat down again. "No, I still can't do it."

Fusu was still surprised. I was really going to rebel.

This is too fast.

I want to be the emperor. I want to be the emperor.

No, I actually want to be the emperor, I actually want to be the emperor.

Fusu was struggling internally.

No matter who you replace him with, he won’t be much better than Fusu.

When Chen Ping saw Fusu like this, he pushed him down on the seat and forced him to listen to him.

"Prince, at this point, everyone is waiting for you. Think about Madam Gan Tang, Han Ji, Guan Fu and the others. All of us are following you."

"Even if it's not for you, you have to consider us. If something happens, there are so many of us, and we will help the prince to bear the burden together."

Fusu looked at Chen Ping and asked, "Will you help me carry this?"

"Prince, what are you thinking about? Could such a thing be accomplished by you alone? This is the wish of all of us. We all participated, and everyone has a share. This is what the history books will also record."

At this time, in a remote wooden house in Baiyue, a big man wearing armor but with a pen tied around his waist was locked up inside. Except for a fixed person who brought him food and drink every day, he could not see anyone else.

This situation has been going on for almost a month.

Let’s get back to the topic, in Shao Ping’s house.

Zhang Han and Li Si were already waiting outside the door, and Zhao Tuo and Feng Jing were also feeling a little uneasy.

For these people, the biggest test of this incident is their mentality.

They were in a mansion deep outside the city of Xianyang, but their families were actually inside the city.

They will never be able to see their families again until it is over.

Although everyone had prepared themselves mentally before the rebellion, they had anticipated what would happen and what difficulties they would encounter during the process, and even what would happen if they could not hold on.

Everyone knows that once you embark on this path, there is no turning back.

But when you're really close to success, everyone gets flustered.

Especially these young people.

They were all full of energy at the beginning, but when it came to the final step, they all started to show signs of fear.

Especially Feng Jing, although he always wanted to do something great while he was alive and be remembered for eternity, but this rebellion against the emperor really made Feng Jing feel uncomfortable.

For the subjects, it was very difficult to ask them to choose one between Ying Zheng and Fusu, the father and son.

In fact, if Ying Zheng had not acted recklessly, it would have been entirely possible for the father and son to live in harmony, because the subjects of the world actually liked the current situation very much, and everyone lived in peace.

Unfortunately, that is not the case.

After Ying Zheng's pursuit of immortality reached a mad point, Fusu decided to use this as an excuse to start a rebellion. Everything had been planned in advance.

But at the moment of execution, Fusu still couldn't bear to draw his knife.

This matter is too difficult.

Everything was ready, but Fusu was hesitant to move forward.

He is the top planner of the entire operation.

Seeing this, Li Si suddenly pushed the door and walked in.

"Your Majesty, you promised to go to court today."

Fusu, who was wavering between power and family affection, suddenly lit up his eyes when he heard this.

"What did the Prime Minister call me just now?"

"His Majesty."

"His Majesty."

"His Majesty."

Li Si said it three times in a row.

Fusu stood up straight immediately, his hands stopped shaking, and he regained feeling in his waist, legs and feet.

Seeing this, Chen Ping's eyes rolled rapidly.

So you are such a guy.

So Chen Ping also transformed himself into Fusu's favorite concubine, and together with Li Si, began to praise Fusu, hoping to help him regain his position.

"Your Majesty, as long as you step out of this door and enter the palace, all the civil and military officials in the court will call you Your Majesty."

Slowly, Fusu no longer felt afraid.

He began to feel light under the soles of his feet and his face flushed, as if he was enjoying the most wonderful thing in the world.

Soon, Fusu came out.

The Huben guards had all assembled in front of the city, and Fusu took a chariot to the city gate.

Since there was Ying Zheng's edict, Fusu naturally had to go in openly, which would also make it easier to record it in history books.

For a rebellion like this, all the details were discussed and weighed repeatedly in advance.

But the execution went unexpectedly smoothly.

This has a lot to do with the fact that Ying Zheng relied on his power over the years and allowed the treacherous villain Zhao Gao to cause chaos.

Fusu didn't pay much attention to the process of entering the city.

In his later recollections, the sky was really low that day, as if it was within reach, but it was also clearer and cleaner than ever before, just like a baby's eyes.

Although the roads had been cleared in advance, he could still see the horizontal streets filled with Qin farmers wearing colorful clothes, looking at him with their hands in their sleeves.

Fusu could not recall the look in their eyes.

Mainly because of the circumstances at that time, Fusu didn't dare to listen to what they said in detail.

He thought that no matter how those people evaluated him, he had to do this thing first.

Otherwise his father would destroy the Qin Empire.

That is my Qin Empire.

Driven by this belief, and encouraged by the calls of "Your Majesty" from Li Si, Zhang Han and Chen Ping, Fusu rode his horse towards the palace.

This official road specially set up to lead to the palace for an audience with the emperor could be reached in just half an incense stick of time.

But when Fusu walked this road, it seemed as if he had experienced a long century.

He held the horse's neck tightly with both hands, and his whole body was covered in sweat under the armor.

It was already the hour of Chen, and the gate of Xianyang Palace was filled with stopped ministers.

"Today, His Majesty the Emperor summoned the Crown Prince. The ministers are not allowed to enter the palace without His Majesty's order."

A few ministers who were unaware of the inside story naturally started arguing with the messenger on duty.

"Ridiculous. The court session was set by His Majesty himself, and there are two sessions every month. The day before the Autumnal Equinox is a dead day, and the Autumnal Equinox is a festival, so the court session is scheduled to take place the day after the festival."

"Even if you want to meet the prince, how can you stop us?"

The court officials had already been bribed in advance.

Everyone knows what big thing is going to happen today.

Including Feng Quji.

In fact, there were many exciting scenes in the houses of Xianyang City yesterday afternoon. The news of Fusu's return spread like wildfire.

But to everyone's surprise, the people standing behind Fusu were Zhang Han and Li Si.

The high-ranking Qin officials of Chu descent had been looking forward to this day for a long time, but they did not expect that this day would come so soon.

Some people wanted to rush in, but their intuition told them that nothing good was happening today.

The Qin nobles began to stop them.

Fusu's supporters all began to make their efforts.

Needless to say, there are the Chu nobles, the Qin royal nobles who were offended by Ying Zheng, and the meritorious generals, who have been wanting to be enfeoffed for a long time.

It was an almost overwhelming victory, and the group chose to wait obediently outside the palace.

It's Chen time.

The ministers were pushing and clamoring outside, but finally they all sat quietly in the corridor waiting.

This stunned the maids and guards in the palace.

Even a fool could see that something big was going to happen.

Ying Zheng rested for a night, and last night he had a very strange dream. He dreamed that the roof of the hall where he lived was leaking.

In the early morning, birds were hopping on the branches, chirping non-stop. Two palace maids were combing Ying Zheng's hair.

Ying Zheng sat firmly on the throne.

Suddenly, a eunuch came to report.

"Your Majesty, the prince has returned. He is waiting in the Daijoden."

Ying Zheng came back to his senses, "What? He's back, why did you only tell me today? He came back half a month late!"

"I didn't summon him, so why did he come to the Dazheng Palace on his own?"

After Ying Zheng finished cursing for the last time, he was about to go to the Da Zheng Hall with his sword in hand, with a rage. He wanted to settle accounts with Fusu.

He just left the palace maids trembling with fear and looking confused crying in the palace.

To be honest, serving the bad-tempered Ying Zheng personally was really a torture.

When Ying Zheng walked towards the Da Zheng Hall, there was only one voice in his mind.

He was deposed in front of all the civil and military officials.

Don't be soft-hearted, absolutely don't be soft-hearted.

In the previous moment, Ying Zheng still thought that he had an absolute advantage. He thought that his stupid son really came back in response to the imperial edict.

Fusu compromised.

He still sits firmly on the throne of emperor.

But when I saw that the court, which was once full of people, was now suddenly empty.

Ying Zheng's footsteps missed an opportunity in an instant, and he was tripped by his own imperial crown and robes.

(End of this chapter)