Chapter 314

He also hoped that he could become a son who made his father proud.

His eyes flickered, his mind constantly thinking about how to solve it.

"Father, why don't we unify everything in the entire Great Qin?"

Fusu suddenly spoke.

"The six states have long since become a thing of the past; now there is only one Great Qin."

"And what we must do is to completely unify the entire Great Qin."

The more Fusu spoke, the more determined he became, and a light shone in his eyes.

Ying Zheng finished the last sip of tea in his cup and placed the cup on the table.

At this very moment, a faint smile finally appeared on his face.

"If I entrust this matter to you, can you solve it?"

Ying Zheng spoke again.

This time, he was very satisfied with Fusu's answer.

But he did not want a son who could only talk.

A trace of hesitation appeared in Fusu's eyes, followed by a flash of determined light.

"Father, I will definitely solve this matter."

The fire burning in his heart grew stronger.

"Xu Da, from today on, you will follow Fusu and assist him in completing this matter."

Ying Zheng then ordered faintly.

Xu Da beside him immediately responded.

Not until Xu Da left did Ying Zheng's gaze return to Fusu.

He slowly stood up from his chair and walked around the sleeping quarters.

Not until he reached the vase did Ying Zheng slowly stop his steps.

In the vase were fresh flowers that the palace maid had specially picked from the garden.

Each flower was in a state of delicate beauty.

"Are these flowers beautiful?"

Ying Zheng suddenly pointed to the flowers in the vase and asked.

Fusu hurriedly walked behind Ying Zheng and looked up.

Each flower was blooming at its most beautiful moment.

"Beautiful."

Fusu answered.

Ying Zheng chuckled twice.

"Hahaha..."

"Then do you know that the stems under these flowers are all covered with sharp thorns?"

After laughing, Ying Zheng then spoke.

Then he reached out and pulled a flower directly from the vase.

The stem under the flower was indeed covered with sharp barbs.

They were so sharp that it seemed a single touch would cut one's palm.

"Hold it."

Ying Zheng turned around and handed the long stem in his hand to Fusu.

Fusu looked at the dense barbs on the stem and did not dare to reach out for a moment.

He had no doubt that as long as he reached out and grasped this stem, his palm would definitely be cut and bleed.

Seeing Fusu hesitating to reach out,

Ying Zheng suddenly extended his own palm and grasped the stem under the flower.

The barbs on the stem caused Ying Zheng's palm to bleed.

Yet Ying Zheng ignored it, directly pulling off all the barbs on it until it was clean.

The stem and his palm were covered in blood.

A look of horror appeared directly on Fusu's face.

He had not expected his father to be so crazy, and then he shouted.

"Physician, quickly call the physician."

But Ying Zheng pressed down on Fusu's shoulder and handed the flower in his hand to Fusu again.

"Hold it."

Ying Zheng spoke again.

Fusu looked at the flower in front of him, which had had all its thorns removed and was stained with blood.

He tremblingly reached out his hand and took the flower from Ying Zheng's hand.

He really could not understand why his father would do such a thing, leaving his own hands covered in wounds.

"This flower is like the Emperor's scepter."

"Although the top carries ultimate beauty, the bottom is full of thorns."

"It is just like the entire Great Qin today; although it looks like there are no problems on the surface, the interior is already riddled with holes."

Ying Zheng said slowly, then returned to his position.

"You are too kind."

"Kindness is not a good thing for a monarch."

"So I can only remove all the thorns on it for you one by one before I can hand this flower to you."

The blood had already dried.

Fusu, however, felt that the flower in his hand seemed to have ten thousand catties of weight.

Held in his hand, it seemed to have a weight that made it difficult for him to lift.

A flash of inexplicable emotion crossed his eyes.

He naturally knew what Ying Zheng's words just now meant.

"Father..."

"If it weren't for me, you wouldn't have done this."

Fusu's voice was a little choked.

He had always thought that Ying Zheng only liked his elder brother.

Although he had never thought like Huhai that his father only felt indifference toward them both,

but Fusu had always kept in mind the attitude his father had previously shown toward him, his elder brother, and Huhai.

For him, Ying Zheng was more just a set of strict rules.

He had never thought that there could be this kind of faint, ordinary father-son affection between him and Ying Zheng.

Fusu's heart was full of gratitude.

He had not expected his father to have done so much for him.

Yet deep in his heart, he was complaining about his father's greater affection for his elder brother.

"You may withdraw."

At this moment, the physician had already arrived, surrounding Ying Zheng to help him bandage the wounds on his hands.

Seeing Fusu losing control of his emotions, Ying Zheng waved his hand directly.

As long as this son could understand his painstaking efforts today,

then the suffering he endured today would not have been in vain.

Fusu was just too weak.

If he did not use such a method to make him understand, he would probably never realize his own weakness.

Fusu sighed heavily in his heart.

If his Mo'er were still here, he probably wouldn't need to consider these things at all.

298. Thinking it through, interrogation in the dungeon! (Please subscribe!)

Ever since he came out of the dungeon, Ying Mo had locked himself in his room and had not come out for several days.

"Young Master, what exactly happened? Why would he lock himself in his room?"

Lu Li looked at Yuan Zuozong beside her and said with a cold expression.

The only person who followed the Young Master into the dungeon that day was Yuan Zuozong.

Yet a blank expression appeared on Yuan Zuozong's face.

When the Young Master was halfway through questioning that person, he went to Xianyanggong to search for suspicious characters.

So he did not know what the Young Master and that person had finally said.

"The Young Master's affairs are not something we can easily know."

Yuan Zuozong's face still carried a cold expression.

Lu Li, looking at his cold appearance, immediately felt anger rise in her heart.

But she only gritted her teeth and then refocused her gaze on Ying Mo's door.

The Young Master did not like his subordinates engaging in internal strife.

She naturally would not do things that the Young Master detested.

Although Lu Li was full of worry at this moment,

she also knew that the Young Master never needed a reason for his actions.

Inside the room at this moment.

Ying Mo sat on a chair, and in front of him was a cup of tea that had long since gone cold.

Ever since he returned, he had been in this dazed state.

He had always thought that no one could know about his entry into this world.

Yet he did not expect to hear such earth-shattering news from the dungeon last time.

Although this news had come out, others might not understand what it meant.

But Ying Mo believed that the man in black from that person's mouth must know something.

"So what if they know?"

"Since I have already appeared in this world,"

"then this is my world."

Ying Mo's figure slowly moved, and he raised his head slightly.

His gaze was fixed on the window, and his eyes held a trace of determination.

Suddenly, the door of the room was pushed open.

With a crisp sound.

Ying Mo's figure slowly appeared at the door.

"Young Master."

"Young Master."

Lu Li and Yuan Zuozong stepped forward one after another.

Before Lu Li could speak, Yuan Zuozong spoke first.

"The matter you ordered last time has been completed."

"Indeed, some suspicious characters were found in those places; regardless of their identities, I have captured them all."

Yuan Zuozong said.

Ying Mo nodded gently after hearing this.

"Lead the way."

A cold voice echoed in the air.

Yuan Zuozong stood up from the ground, nodded, and turned to walk toward the dungeon.

Naturally, Donghuang Taiyi was not the only one being held in the dungeon.

The dungeon was very large, and Donghuang Taiyi was only in one corner.

Walking into the dungeon, a group of terrified people raised their heads one after another.

Ying Mo's eyes, which had no emotional fluctuations, looked calmly at this group of people.

"Ever since they were captured, someone has been watching this group of people, and there has been no communication between them."

Yuan Zuozong whispered in Ying Mo's ear.

Ying Mo withdrew his gaze.

A chair appeared beside him, and Ying Mo slowly sat on it.

"Speak, whose people are you all?"

Indifferent, cold.

The words seemed to carry the breath of death.

This faint breath of death instantly swept through the entire dungeon.

The entire dungeon was shrouded in this terrifying aura, carrying a bone-chilling coldness.

And those who had already prepared themselves in their hearts felt a flash of despair in their eyes the moment they felt this aura.

"Speak."

Seeing that this group of people seemed to remain silent.

As soon as Ying Mo's voice fell, a terrifying aura and cold killing intent erupted from his body.

Instantly, this killing intent made the entire dungeon feel as if it had entered the dead of winter.

Even though there was not a breath of wind in the dungeon, it felt as if even breathing carried a bone-chilling cold.

Some people who could not withstand Ying Mo's powerful aura fell directly to the ground.

The smell of blood slowly appeared in the dungeon, drifting in the air.

These people, being spies, had some strength, but they had not reached the level of experts.

"Yuan Zuozong, I hope to get what I want in a quarter of an hour."

Ying Mo said indifferently, lowering his eyes slightly.

Yuan Zuozong, upon hearing Ying Mo's order, nodded and walked toward the group of people.

A long whip appeared in his hand, echoing loudly in the dungeon.

This type of whip was specially used to deal with those in the dungeon who had a stiff mouth.

There were small barbs on the whip, very tiny.

But when it hit a person, it easily tore off a small piece of skin.

This design was not because of kindness.

On the contrary, this was the torture tool that made those prisoners feel fear.

Because it could only tear off a small piece of skin and flesh each time, it caused the prisoners to suffer more torture from this whip.

When the whip appeared in Yuan Zuozong's hand, a look of despair appeared in the eyes of some people.

But there were naturally some tough bones among these people.

Neither Ying Mo's powerful aura nor the threat of the whip in Yuan Zuozong's hand

made these people change their expressions.

"I like you tough bones; I hope you can still maintain your current state later."

A cold smile appeared on Yuan Zuozong's face, and then the long whip in his hand made another huge sound.

This sound exploded in their ears like a thunderclap, deafening them.

Then the whip lashed fiercely at a middle-aged man.

This middle-aged man was not large in build and looked like an ordinary storyteller.

And the role he played in the teahouse was exactly that of the elusive storyteller.

"Speak, whose people are you?"

With one lash of the whip, Yuan Zuozong's cold gaze fixed on the man.

Because he was wearing clothes, the whip only caused some scratches on the surface of the man's skin.

The man's face twitched.