Chapter 94

Therefore, his heart was very calm, without the slightest ripple.

He was more interested in knowing what kind of mood Ying Zheng and the Great Qin ministers were in at this moment.

"Ying Ziyu, you are very good!"

"I have never thought that among my own sons, there would appear someone like you."

Ying Zheng’s voice remained very cold.

Even though he was in a good mood at this moment, he still spoke in this manner.

This was the way he had formed over many years of speaking with others.

No matter who was on the other side, it was hard for him to change.

Immediately, Ying Zheng continued to ask: "I do not understand; clearly you have such talent and strength, why have you always chosen to endure and remain low-key?"

This was a doubt in his heart.

If Ying Ying Ziyu had displayed his excellence early on,

then Ying Zheng would certainly have valued him highly, and his life would certainly have been a thousand or a hundred times better than it was now.

He would also definitely have been groomed by Ying Zheng as the successor to the Great Qin.

"Does Your Majesty think that if the Great Qin imperial family had one more descendant who was exceptionally gifted in cultivation and did not lose to anyone else in the Nine Provinces in other aspects,"

"would that be a good thing, or a bad thing?"

Ying Ying Ziyu asked with a calm gaze.

This question he asked was very special, and it was also a question he had long since prepared to deal with Ying Zheng.

Upon hearing this answer and question, Ying Zheng felt even more confused and puzzled.

Is this a good thing? Of course it is a good thing!

As an emperor, who would not hope for a dragon among men to appear among their sons, someone who is excellent in every aspect?

If someone else had asked, Ying Zheng might have answered directly.

However, because the one asking was Ying Ying Ziyu, Ying Zheng had to think carefully about whether there was any other meaning behind it.

From the moment Ying Zheng began to ponder this question,

he no longer treated Ying Ying Ziyu as a child who understood nothing.

Instead, he treated him as someone with the same way of thinking and the same way of approaching problems.

This was the first time Ying Zheng had treated his son with such an attitude.

After thinking for a moment, Ying Zheng also understood Ying Ying Ziyu’s meaning and asked indifferently: "From my perspective, this is naturally a good thing."

"However, for those nations that are single-mindedly trying to destroy the Great Qin, it is not a good thing."

"For those who have already taken sides and want to support other princes to ascend to this position, it is also not a good thing."

As Ying Zheng spoke, he patted his own seat.

He knew the thoughts of those ministers in the imperial court clearly.

It was just that he had not pointed them out, nor had he spoken them aloud.

This was something that every dynasty could not avoid.

As an emperor, the most important thing was not to eliminate these, but to use imperial strategy to balance them.

"As Your Majesty says, may I ask, if I had revealed my talent before I had true strength,"

"what would those people you just mentioned, who think it is a bad thing, do?"

Ying Ying Ziyu’s tone remained very flat.

By saying this, he was of course just finding a reason that would convince Ying Zheng.

As for those clowns, Ying Ying Ziyu had never placed them in his eyes.

Ying Zheng did not speak, his eyes flickering constantly.

He knew that what Ying Ying Ziyu said was not without reason.

Ying Ying Ziyu’s mother was not a daughter of the Great Qin nobility, and her family had no power; before Ying Ying Ziyu had truly grown up, they could not provide him with corresponding protection.

Even if Ying Zheng had known, he could not have provided Ying Ying Ziyu with fully comprehensive protection.

With the current strength of the Great Qin, it had no fear of any country in the Nine Provinces.

However, if these countries of the Nine Provinces were to unite, the Great Qin would only be able to fight to the death, severely damaging these countries.

This was not a matter of the Great Qin’s strength, but a series of problems involving army size, logistics, territory size, top-tier martial artists, and so on.

The Great Qin was like this, let alone these countries working together to deal with an Ying Ying Ziyu who had not yet grown up.

"It seems that I was a bit presumptuous before."

Ying Zheng rarely admitted his mistake; if this were heard by other Great Qin ministers, they would surely think they had misheard.

"What do you want?"

Ying Zheng asked.

His gaze was like a torch, his eyes staring straight at Ying Ying Ziyu.

Ying Zheng felt some anticipation for Ying Ying Ziyu’s answer.

"I want to firmly grasp the Nine Provinces in my hands and let the banner of the Great Qin be planted in every corner of the Nine Provinces."

"Whether in the imperial court or in the world of martial arts, from now on there shall be only one voice."

"And that is the voice of the Great Qin!"

When Ying Ying Ziyu said this, his voice was very firm.

His eyes were even more unusually resolute.

After hearing this, Ying Zheng felt an unprecedented surge of blood.

Previously, he had only thought about destroying other countries and unifying the Nine Provinces.

He had not expected that what Ying Ying Ziyu wanted was even more—not only all the land of the Nine Provinces, but also the martial arts world of the Nine Provinces.

"Very good, I am very satisfied with this answer."

"Go ahead and do it; I will support you in anything."

Ying Zheng said with eyes like lightning.

Subsequently, Ying Ying Ziyu and Ying Zheng began to converse.

Outside the main hall, Zhao Gao appeared very calm on the surface, but his heart was restless.

"It has already been an hour."

"What exactly are the Ninth Prince and His Majesty talking about?"

Zhao Gao was desperate to know the content of the conversation between Ying Ying Ziyu and Ying Zheng.

This was a very important matter for him.

He had to determine if it would have any impact on Hu Hai’s future.

Just as he was thinking about these things, the doors of the main hall slowly opened, and Ying Ying Ziyu walked out.

"Greetings, Ninth Prince!"

Zhao Gao bowed, his attitude appearing very respectful.

Ying Ying Ziyu was not deceived by Zhao Gao’s appearance; he knew that Zhao Gao was a poisonous snake that could deliver a fatal blow at any time.

"Zhao Gao, how has my eighteenth brother, Hu Hai, been lately?"

Ying Ying Ziyu asked.

He knew that Zhao Gao was Hu Hai’s teacher.

He also knew that although Hu Hai was the main reason for the fall of the Qin Dynasty after two generations, a large part of the responsibility also lay with Zhao Gao.

Therefore, Ying Ying Ziyu had never had any good feelings toward Zhao Gao.

"Thank you for your concern, Ninth Prince; the Eighteenth Prince is doing very well!"

Zhao Gao said very humbly.

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Facing a land immortal like Ying Ying Ziyu, Zhao Gao could only hide all his thoughts in his heart and must absolutely not reveal a single bit.

Otherwise, who knows if today would be the last time he stood before this main hall.

"Give my regards to my eighteenth brother."

"Tell him he can come to my manor to sit for a while when he has time."

Ying Ying Ziyu left after saying this.

Zhao Gao watched Ying Ying Ziyu’s back, his emotions very complex, his eyes jumping wildly.