But can Zhao Ying really ignore the feelings of the First Emperor?
No matter how incompetent Hu Hai was, no matter how ineffective he was, no matter how bad he was, he was still the most beloved youngest son of the First Emperor.
Killing Hu Hai can certainly eliminate possible future troubles and prevent history from sliding onto its original track.
But what happens after that——
At this critical juncture in history, if this incident planted a thorn in the heart of the First Emperor and made him give up on himself, would there be another Hu Hai in the future?
You know, the First Emperor had more than twenty sons!
Even if I kill this eighteenth son——
There are more than twenty young masters to choose from.
Although most of these young men could not leave their names, and after time travel, I did not find any outstanding talents in them, but how outstanding can Hu Hai be?
The most important thing is the thoughts of the First Emperor.
These thoughts flashed by, and Zhao Ying instantly made up his mind. He knelt down, helped Hu Hai, who was holding his ankle, and sighed softly.
"Uncle Eighteen, you must remember that you are the son of our eldest father and the son of our Great Qin Empire. You should have your own dignity - crying like this and begging for mercy from a junior like me, what will it look like..."
After saying that, he also helped Hu Hai tidy up his collar quite considerately.
Life hangs on the hands of others.
Hu Hai hurriedly wiped the tears from his face, like a child who had made a mistake, standing in front of Zhao Ying, at a loss.
The First Emperor couldn't help but sigh again.
Compared with my eldest grandson, this son of mine is really——
well……
"Ying'er, you must believe me - you know, uncle eighteen loves you the most, and everyone in Xianyang knows that our uncle and nephew have the best relationship..."
Although he no longer cried or hugged his ankles, Hu Hai still held on to Zhao Ying's sleeves like a child who was afraid of getting lost. He looked up at Zhao Ying's face, hoping to see a little recognition. .
Zhao Ying patted Hu Hai on the shoulder and looked back at the gloomy First Emperor.
"Father, although all the evidence points to Uncle Eighteen, but -"
Zhao Ying paused for a moment before giving a deep salute to the First Emperor again.
"But after all, he is my eighteenth uncle, the son of my eldest father, and my brother who cares for me. I-I am willing to believe in the eighteenth uncle..."
Looking at the eldest grandson who bowed to the ground and refused to get up, the First Emperor's eyes couldn't help but soften a little.
Although he admired his grandson's decisiveness and ruthlessness in killing, why didn't he like that this child was affectionate and focused on family ties?
Which emperor would like to see his successor raise a butcher's knife against his descendants?
It's a good thing that the First Emperor didn't know about Hu Hai's kind of blood cleanup, otherwise he would have crawled out of the coffin and crushed him to death eighteen times. He would have regretted not throwing him against the wall and then stepping on ten thousand feet.
Now, this child has obviously been wronged and plotted against, but he has not mentioned a word about the crimes of this most likely mastermind, and only said that he is willing - this must be because he is afraid of hurting the heart of his great father.
This child is so sensible, how can I, as a big father, remain indifferent and watch this child bear grievances that he should not bear at his age?
"You no longer need to plead for mercy for this evil..."
The First Emperor shook his head gently and looked at Hu Hai aside.
"Since Li Shi, all the people involved in the case are yours. Even if you don't know about what happened today, you can't escape the crime of neglect..."
When the First Emperor said this, his eyes gradually returned to coldness.
"But for the sake of Ying'er interceding for you, from today on, you will immediately step down from all your duties and go back to your house to think about your mistakes. Without my will, you will not be able to step out of the house for the rest of your life..."
This is clearly a form of house arrest, and it is for life.
When Hu Hai heard this, his face suddenly turned pale.
He knew that he was completely finished.
It's even colder than my eldest brother.
But he saved one life - he knew what the consequences would be if those crimes fell on him. Without His Majesty's mercy, his eighteen lives would not be enough to die.
Hu Hai lost his mind like a mist, and went down in despair.
But the First Emperor's butcher's knife was not over yet.
From the royal family, to the imperial army, from the court to the Xianyang County government, almost everyone involved was bloodbathed. The remaining ones who were lucky enough not to be involved could not help but feel panicked all day long.
The 18th Young Master is cold. Who knows if people like him will be purged.
then……
In front of the eldest son's residence, there was once again a bustling crowd, and there was an endless stream of people queuing up to see him.
To everyone's surprise, His Highness the Emperor's Grandson did not take the opportunity to annex the forces originally belonging to the eighteenth son Hu Hai and expand his influence. Instead, he plunged into the palace and escaped.
Seeing his eldest grandson hiding in his palace and refusing to go back, the First Emperor couldn't help but laugh and cry.
"What's the matter with you hiding here every day? Everyone wants to expand their power every day. How can you be like this? I'm afraid to avoid you..."
Zhao Ying lay on the rocking chair of the First Emperor and waved his hands with a tired look on his face.
"Why should I take over? I have a great father. Why should I bring myself such trouble..."
First Emperor:……
He got so angry that he walked over to him, twisted his ears and pulled him up from his rocking chair.
"You are a bitch, you are not a son of a man. You are afraid of trouble, so just leave your feelings to the eldest father, right..."
Zhao Ying bared his teeth exaggeratedly.
"It hurts, it hurts - slow down, slow down..."
Seeing that the First Emperor had no intention of sparing him, he sighed resignedly.
"Uncle, it's not that I don't want to, but I have enough errands under my hands. No matter how many more, I will be too busy - and the people under Uncle Eighteen are originally a mixed bag. I How can I have the leisure time - ahem, how can I have the energy to help him sort this out? I can just leave it to my eldest father..."
Damn it, you finally told the truth, right?
The First Emperor had no choice but to say with a dark face to this unenterprising eldest grandson.
"Anyway, you must go back. You are so old and you have to stay with me for several days. If you don't go back, I'm afraid the officials will impeach you..."
When it came to this, the First Emperor hated his indisputable authenticity.
"What's more, you hide here with me every day. When can I hold my great-grandson in my arms?"
Looking at the determined First Emperor, Zhao Ying sighed helplessly. He knew that if he didn't leave, his great father would dare to have him tied back.
Forget it, staying in the palace every day is not an option, go back.
After squatting for several days, there was no sign of the emperor's eldest grandson.
People outside felt even more uneasy, so the number of people increased instead of decreasing, even more...
This is surprising.
Zhao Ying had a headache.
After thinking about it, Zhao Ying simply asked someone to open the door and let them all in. These people were immediately overjoyed and felt a sense of happiness as if the clouds had cleared and the moon was bright.
Especially when I saw the gift I had carefully prepared being pulled away, I felt even more moved, and tears almost stopped flowing out.
"I have met His Royal Highness the Emperor's Grandson..."
Everyone stepped forward to salute respectfully.
Zhao Ying looked around at the crowd, raised his hand slightly to signal everyone to refrain from courtesy, and then said with a serious look.
"I already know your purpose of coming. It's not that I'm arrogant and refuse people thousands of miles away, but it's really not necessary..."
Having said this, Zhao Ying cupped his hands in the direction of Zhangtai Palace.
"In the past, no matter whether you worked under my eighteenth uncle or under me, you were all the same ministers of our Great Qin. As long as you work seriously, be honest and diligent, and be loyal to our Great Qin, then you are a Good officials - no need to worry..."
Having said this, Zhao Ying's face darkened slightly.
"On the other hand, if you are just living on the corpse, corrupt and incompetent, and living like the common people, then you are the silverfish and scum of our Great Qin, and you are the enemy of me, Zhao Ying. Even if you try to please me, it is of no use - just go back and work hard..."
After speaking, he waved his hand, indicating that everyone could disperse.
Everyone looked at each other, wondering how much truth or lies the emperor's grandson's words had, but now that the matter had come to this, what else could be done? I could only go back with a heavy heart.
But he was always thinking about Zhao Ying's "teaching" today, fearing that His Highness the Emperor's Grandson would catch him in some way.
For a time, the efficiency of various government offices in Xianyang City was greatly improved, and even the atmosphere of the officialdom improved a lot. The emperor's eldest grandson persuaded people with his virtue and influenced the officials. Under the promotion of conscious and unconscious people, it became a good talk for a while.
And it spread to all directions in an extremely exaggerated way.
…
Zhangtai Palace.
The First Emperor held the tea cup in his hand leisurely and looked at Hei who was standing with his hands hanging down.
"How are things going..."
The black rules are correct.
"Public opinion has risen, and His Highness's reputation is better than ever..."
Having said this, Hei secretly took a look at the First Emperor's face and said with a smile.
"Your Majesty has really worked hard for His Majesty - if His Majesty knew that Your Majesty had done this for him, I don't know how he would feel..."
The First Emperor smiled and shook his head.
"I'm doing things for him, so why should he know..."
Having said this, the First Emperor put down his tea cup with some emotion in his tone.
"What I want is an emperor's eldest grandson who is popular among the people, a helmsman who is more popular and more respected than me. As for whether he knows about it or not, what does it matter?"
Having said this, the First Emperor couldn't help but have a smile on his face.
"Isn't my emperor's eldest grandson not filial enough now?"
Hei's usually serious face couldn't help but reveal a smile of relief.
"Your Highness's pure filial piety is rare in the world..."
The First Emperor smiled casually.
"Isn't that enough..."
At that time, the setting sun shone on the two old people, and there was an indescribable tranquility and ease.
…
Zhao Ying didn't know this.
At this time, he was listening to Zhang Liang's report happily.
"...a total of two hundred thousand dollars, ten thousand pieces of cloth, twenty huks of pearls, twelve pairs of Ruyi jade, and other rare antiques, ten boxes..."
Speaking of this, Zhang Liang's tone suddenly felt strange.
"Three exquisite glazed statues..."
Zhao Ying:......
In this era, have gift-giving routines become so heavy-handed? Nowadays, who doesn’t know that shopkeeper Yu of Liuli Workshop is the father of His Highness the Emperor’s Grandson’s favorite concubine, Yu Ji?
Since Zhao Ying controls the quantity of colored glaze workshops flowing to the market, the price of colored glaze works remains high in Xianyang City today. For example, the three colored glaze works mentioned by Zhang Liang are still very expensive.
He couldn't help but pinch his brows and looked at Zhang Liang, who was standing with his hands down.
"Who sent this..."
"The great lord Yinghu, the great servant Yu Chang, the tingwei prisoner Youping——"
Zhao Ying nodded thoughtfully.
Dazai is a senior official under Fengchang, Taipu is one of the most important officials under Dianke, and Tingweijian is one of the two most important officials under Tingwei.
This is a very important force.
Especially Dazai, who was responsible for the diet of the First Emperor, was an extremely important position. If my eighteenth uncle really wanted to do something, it would be really convenient and easy.
As far as he knew, there were more than a dozen ways to make people collapse unknowingly.
Unexpectedly, my eighteenth uncle, who was quite capable, actually got into trouble with these people.
When he thought of the fact that in his previous life, the First Emperor collapsed when he was less than fifty years old and died of illness while traveling around the world, Zhao Ying began to make malicious speculations as to whether there were traces of this Dazai and his eighteenth uncle among them. .
Fortunately, the eighteenth uncle is now cold, and the Dazai has finally surfaced.
"Write a post for me, saying that tomorrow, I will invite the three of them to drink at Tianxiang Pavilion..."
The reason why Tianxiang Pavilion was chosen was because there were many people on Tianxiang Pavilion who were elites seconded from Black Ice Platform. These were his eyes, but he also knew that these were also the eyes of his great father.
What he can see will also appear before the eyes of his Great Father.
Although he knew that his eldest father might not have any suspicion about him, he still did not want to allow any possibility of misunderstanding between him and his eldest father.
Hearing this, Zhang Liang hesitated for a moment and then said.
"Your Highness, these three people have high positions and important relationships, so they should not act rashly..."
He knew the temperament of his highness, and he was really afraid that his highness would turn around and dig a hole to bury these three people.
Based on his understanding of His Highness, he is really capable of doing this kind of thing.
Zhao Ying glanced at him in surprise and nodded slightly.
"Don't worry, I only have the Lord to do -"
Seeing what Zhao Ying said, Zhang Liang wisely said nothing more.
Instead, he brought up another topic with great interest.
"Your Highness, Zhou Yin's brother arrived today..."
"Zhou Yin?"
When Zhao Ying heard this, his eyes suddenly lit up.
"Where is he now?"
Zhang Liang looked at the excited Zhao Ying, and couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth slightly, and suddenly felt some sympathy for Zhou Yin.
ah--
This old man is finished. He is being targeted by His Highness the Emperor Changsun. I am afraid he will not be able to come back.
Like...
Zhang Liang thinks this is good.
You are not the only one who betrays your ideals and the organization. Doesn’t everyone change? How can it be called a change if they all change?
This is called a good bird choosing a tree to roost in!
This is called following the trend of the times and being aware of current affairs is a hero——
When did I, Zhang Liang, become a traitor?
(End of chapter)
