My son, Fusu, please abdicate the first emperor!

Chapter 774: Training of the Crown Prince

Fusu slowly cut off many of Ying Zheng's financial sources.

Ying Zheng spent so much that Fusu was shocked, Xiao He was staring in astonishment, and Zhang Cang stamped his feet.

Even Feng Quji was sometimes unable to cover up the huge hole in Qin Shihuang's government. In any case, the Qin Dynasty had already begun to run out of money in the middle period of Qin Shihuang's reign, and the national economy continued to collapse.

It was not until Fusu came to power and reduced all taxes by 30% that the country was able to revive.

After a few days, Ying Zheng felt that his food began to taste different.

The palace maids were no longer pretty, the pleasant orchid fragrance was gone, and the incense burners no longer had the special spices from the Western Regions.

The most annoying thing is that every time Ying Zheng couldn’t sleep at night and got up to read, he would use the mermaid lamp, Ying Zheng’s favorite mermaid lamp, but now it is gone.

Instead, there were ordinary lamps in the palace.

If Ying Zheng had lost anything else, he would have tolerated it, but what was lost was his mermaid lantern!
That was Ying Zheng's most beloved thing.

Ying Zheng was furious about this, but his subordinates did not react to his anger.

The soldiers stood still outside the palace, and no matter how Ying Zheng shouted, they ignored him.

The palace maids in the hall just stood in a row, respectfully in front of Ying Zheng. Facing Ying Zheng's rage, they lowered their heads and did not utter a word.

"Do you believe that I will kill you?" Ying Zheng roared.

The maids didn't react.

"Someone is coming!"

Ying Zheng was furious and shouted, but all he got in response was endless loneliness.

The cool summer breeze blew in from outside. The three doors in the spacious hall were all wide open. The wind rushed in suddenly, causing the doors and windows in the palace to flap and make a creaking sound.

The palace maids' clothes just fluttered in the wind, and no one looked up to answer.

Ying Zheng's hair stood on end at first, and then he leaned back as if he had lost his soul, and collapsed on the throne for a long time.

He was speechless for a long time.

After this, Ying Zheng got an even stranger disease. He was no longer willing to express to outsiders the fact that he was unhappy, and he was even more unwilling to tell outsiders about his illness.

In the past, he would at least speak out when he had a headache; now he doesn’t do that anymore. He just lets the headache go. Even if the palace maid notices that there is something wrong with him, he doesn’t want to summon a doctor.

He really has become a different person this time, saying all day long, "Nothing makes sense anymore."

“It’s really boring.”

In the past, Ying Zheng would read the "Ode to the First Emperor" written by Fusu for him with great joy like a little child, but now he would cry while reading it.

Ji Xin and Zhou Bo quickly reported the matter to Fusu.

Fusu heard this good news, but he couldn't be happy.

Anyway, he knew from the beginning of his time travel that a father and son like them, a royal family, could never get along like an ordinary father and son.

But... this is of course only Qin Shihuang's temporary state.

He is always like this, temporarily depressed, but constantly excited and wanting to do great things.

In a few days, he will be full of energy again, or in other words, he will enter a higher realm and start living another life.

He possessed such a strong vitality and such a powerful spirit. Otherwise, he would not be the First Emperor.

In the eyes of this man who was so influential in history, nothing was impossible.

After Fusu gradually cut off the supply of food to Qin Shihuang, Ying Zheng also began to slowly recognize the true colors of Xu Fu and even Lu Sheng.

But now in the Qin Dynasty, it is Fusu's home ground.

Before, Lady Leshui was worried about Qin Shi Huang and wanted to accompany him in person, but Fusu did not allow it.

But there is no impenetrable wall in the harem. This matter soon became widely known, and even Lu Zhi knew about it.

"Why doesn't your majesty agree?"

"Madam Leshui has no ill intentions, she just wants to accompany the emperor. Moreover, there are many women in the palace who have feelings for the emperor. If Your Majesty rejects Madam Leshui now, it will give others a handle and will cause people to talk about it."

Fusu was angry when he heard this. This is not right, that is not right. Anyway, people would say it either way.

"Then let them discuss it." Fusu was a little annoyed.

The good thing about Lu Zhi is that she is very smart.

In this era, there was not much difference in the social status of men and women.

What's more, in the Qin Empire, the grandmothers of the crown princes of the Qin Dynasty were all extraordinary figures. With such a family tradition, it is not shameful for women to interfere in politics. The key is to see what women do when they interfere in politics.

Fusu lay on Lu Zhi's legs, with the top of his head pressed against her belly. For some reason, he felt that the child he and Lu Zhi had would have a rich story in history, regardless of success or failure.

Lü Zhi gently massaged Fusu's head and said, "Your Majesty, I actually have an idea. It will allow the Emperor to practice peacefully in Yuzhen Palace from now on, and Your Majesty can also handle government affairs with peace of mind."

Fusu didn't speak...

Lu Zhi continued softly, "Your Majesty's previous efforts have been seen by the ministers. But Your Majesty cannot always make the Emperor happy by presenting him with good articles and good elixirs. Doing so will definitely cause criticism from others."

Fusu listened and gradually found it interesting.

What Lu Zhi said was right. In fact, Fusu did not want to serve Ying Zheng well and let him have a good old age.

It’s because Ying Zheng’s influence is too great, and as long as he does something for him, it will cause a stir in the city; of course, if he does something weird himself, the trouble will be even bigger.

This makes Fusu's ordinary act of filial piety more costly and may even bring losses to himself.

Fusu closed his eyes and enjoyed Lu Zhi's service.

"Then what's your idea?"

"Why not send a young prince to accompany the emperor? The emperor is old, and it is not appropriate to let some sensible people accompany him. But if it is a young prince, or even the emperor's grandson, the emperor will be very happy every day."

After Lu Zhi finished speaking, she still didn't understand what was wrong with this statement. But she clearly saw the anger on the Second Emperor's face.

"Your Majesty..."

"In fact, I am thinking that the emperor is a human being after all. People are made of flesh and blood. The emperor is old and has no power. He will gradually become like those old people in ordinary families, longing for a life of leisure and comfort."

"But the status of the Emperor is such that he has no shortage of people to serve him. He also has the best care for food, clothing, housing and transportation. But there is just one thing missing."

Fusu became interested and asked, "What do you need?"

"Accompany. The company of relatives. Actually, Madam Leshui's idea is very good, but her identity is not suitable. But what if someone else goes."

"As for the emperor, I remember the queen once said that the emperor's favorites were Chang Sun Ning and Shi Zi Yao."

Fusu's eyes lit up, "That's right."

Later, Lü Zhi recommended Prince Ning to Fusu, "After all, Crown Prince Yao still needs to learn how to be a crown prince in the palace. I personally think Prince Ning is the most suitable, but Madam Han will have to give him up."

Fusu thought about it and asked Ning to leave, but Jinshu couldn't stand it.

And sending Ning to follow Qin Shihuang would be a mess.

In fact, before this, Fusu had always been worried about the issue of training the heir to the throne.

To be honest, he was really busy and had no time to educate Yao personally.

At most I would say a few words to him occasionally.

However, what Fusu wanted to cultivate was not a good son, but an emperor who was capable of shouldering great responsibilities and fulfilling his ideals.

Regardless of whether Yao has such qualifications, Fusu will do his best to create a qualified crown prince.

(End of this chapter)