Chapter 657

He also hoped that he could become a son who made his Imperial Father feel proud.

His eyes flickered, his mind constantly pondering how to resolve the situation.

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

Prince Fusu suddenly spoke up.

"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 Prince Fusu spoke, the more resolute he became, and at the same time, a glimmer of light ignited in his eyes.

Ying Zheng finished the last sip of tea in his cup, then placed the cup onto the table.

Only at this very moment did a faint smile finally appear on his face.

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

Ying Zheng spoke once again.

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

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

A trace of hesitation appeared in the depths of Prince Fusu's eyes, followed by a flash of resolute light.

"Imperial Father, I will definitely resolve this matter."

The fire burning in his heart grew ever more intense.

"Xu Da, from today on, you shall follow by Prince Fusu's side and assist him in completing this matter."

Ying Zheng then instructed indifferently.

Xu Da, who was nearby, immediately responded.

Not until Xu Da had left did Ying Zheng's gaze turn back to Prince Fusu.

He slowly stood up from his chair and then paced within the sleeping quarters.

Until he reached the vase, Ying Zheng slowly stopped his footsteps.

Inside the vase were fresh flowers that the palace maids had specially picked from the garden.

Every single flower was in a state of delicate, dripping beauty.

"Are these flowers beautiful?"

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

Prince Fusu hurriedly walked behind Ying Zheng and looked up.

Every single flower was blooming at its most beautiful moment.

"Beautiful."

Prince Fusu replied.

Ying Zheng chuckled twice.

"Hahaha..."

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

After Ying Zheng finished laughing, he immediately spoke again.

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

The stem beneath the flower was indeed covered in sharp, backward-pointing thorns.

The degree of sharpness seemed as if it would slice open a palm at the slightest touch.

"Hold it."

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

Looking at the dense, prickly thorns on the stem, Prince Fusu did not dare to reach out his hand for a moment.

He had no doubt that as long as he reached out and grasped this stem, his palm would definitely be sliced until it bled.

Seeing Prince Fusu lingering and refusing to reach out.

Ying Zheng suddenly extended his own palm and grabbed the stem beneath the flower in one go.

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

Yet Ying Zheng paid no heed, directly pulling off all the thorns on it until it was completely clean.

The stem and his palm were covered in fresh blood.

A look of shock appeared directly on Prince Fusu's face.

He had not expected his Imperial Father to be so crazy, and immediately shouted out loud.

"Physician, quickly call the Physician."

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

"Hold it."

Ying Zheng spoke once again.

Prince Fusu looked at the flower before him, which had been stripped of all its thorns and was stained with fresh blood.

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

He truly did not understand why his Imperial Father would do such a thing, leaving his own hands covered in wounds.

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

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

"Just like the entire Great Qin at present; 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 seat.

"You are too benevolent."

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

"So I could only pull out all the thorns on this one by one before I could hand this flower to you."

The blood had already dried.

Yet Prince Fusu felt as if the flower in his hand weighed ten million jin.

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

A flicker of inexplicable emotion flashed through his eyes.

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

"Imperial Father..."

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

Prince Fusu's voice was somewhat choked with emotion.

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

Although he had never thought like Hu Hai that his Imperial Father only felt indifference toward the two of them.

But Prince Fusu had always kept in his heart the attitude his Imperial Father previously held toward him, his elder brother, and Hu Hai.

For him, Ying Zheng was mostly just about strict rules.

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

Prince Fusu's heart was filled with being moved.

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

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

"You may withdraw."

At this moment, the Physician had already arrived and was surrounding Ying Zheng, helping to bandage the wounds on Ying Zheng's hands.

Seeing Prince Fusu, who had lost 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 was not in vain.

Prince Fusu was just too soft-hearted.

If he didn't use such a method to make him understand, he would probably never realize his own weakness.

Prince Fusu sighed heavily in his heart.

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