Chapter 45: Get Out of Xianyang City, Now!
Fusu did not dare to look at the First Emperor of Qin, but still braced himself and spoke, "Father, didn't you say you were going to banish your son to the frontier?"
"A sovereign does not make empty promises!"
"Fusu!!" Wang Jian immediately reprimanded.
Wang Ben also clenched his fists in frustration, looking at him as if he could not beat iron into steel.
If his own brat had spoken like this, Wang Ben would have beaten him with a stick long ago.
Why did they support Fusu so fiercely? Wasn't it to ensure that Wang Ruonan would have a good outcome after marrying him?
And now look at what had happened.
His Majesty had already forgotten about this matter.
Why did Fusu have to bring it up himself?
Wang Jian and the others could not understand, and Li Si was even more baffled.
The First Emperor looked at Fusu's expression and let out a cold snort, "Indeed!"
"A sovereign does not make empty promises!"
"Once your wedding is concluded, get the hell out of Xianyang City immediately!"
...
The court session dispersed.
Wang Jian glared fiercely at Fusu, and left with his beard trembling in anger.
Wang Ben wore a gloomy face and couldn't even be bothered to look at Fusu.
Meng Yi also let out a sigh.
Zhang Han cast a few extra glances at Fusu, then turned and walked away.
Fusu rubbed his nose, watching the departing ministers, and could not help but reveal a smile.
What was so fun about staying here?
A real man should gallop across thousands of miles and seal his glory at Langjuxu!
Regardless of whether his father would pass away in three years or not, he had to head to the frontier in advance and hold heavy military power in his hands to feel secure.
Now Chen Sheng and Wu Guang had fled.
Those two major villains would surely initiate an uprising, and when chaos engulfed the realm, having no troops in one's hands meant being nothing at all.
Thinking thus, Fusu walked out of the grand hall.
He could barely wait to return to his estate and implement the training methods from the special forces training manual to whip those Baiyue youths into shape as soon as possible.
Additionally.
Once Shi Sheng and the others arrived, Fusu would need to study modern automatic rifle technology and have them specifically manufacture rifles!
In this era, not having a few firearms in one's hands always made Fusu feel unsafe.
Right.
If the opportunity arose, he would also need to consult with Wang Ruonan and learn some martial arts for self-protection.
Otherwise, once he left Xianyang City, a physique like his would surely be worn out from exhaustion!
The more Fusu thought about it, the more tasks piled up in his mind.
And so, his pace quickened.
Watching Fusu hurry away ahead of him, Li Si felt a deep sense of hostility rising in his eyes.
Yet he did not know that starting from this very moment—
Fusu’s counterattack had begun!
...
Outside the Right Prime Minister’s Mansion.
After the court session ended, Feng Quji hurried back home without a moment's rest.
Accompanying him was his son, Feng Jie.
Along the way, Feng Quji grumbled angrily, "Has your spine finally grown stiff, you brat?"
"The number of times you come home these years is dwindling, yet when your son gets beaten up, you don't even dare let out a peep in the imperial court!"
"What are you doing?"
"When has the Feng family ever been afraid of trouble?"
"So what if he is an imperial prince?"
"Our Feng family has enjoyed imperial grace for generations, working diligently and conscientiously for Qin, exhausting the efforts and blood, sweat, and tears of several generations."
"Can't this old man criticize Fusu a few times?"
"He beat up my grandson, and not only did he fail to apologize, but he even dared to act arrogant and bossy in the imperial court!"
"Who does he think he is?"
"How dare he behave like this!"
"The waters of the imperial court run deep!"
Feng Jie sat expressionlessly in the carriage. After his father finished speaking, he called out to the coachman, "Did you write it all down?"
The coachman immediately nodded and said, "My lord, I have written down every single word."
"Good, have someone submit it to His Majesty immediately!"
"Understood~"
Upon hearing this, Feng Quji exploded, "Damn it, Feng Jie, are you the ultimate disaster sent to plague the Feng family?"
"When I named you back then, I really didn't get it wrong!"
Feng Jie said nothing, only nodding as he listened.
Finally driven to fury, Feng Quji kicked the wooden panel of the carriage and cursed angrily, "Such wretched luck!"
"Father, are you choosing a side now?" Feng Jie asked, looking intently at Feng Quji as if seeing through everything.
Feng Quji had served as a prime minister in the Qin Dynasty and possessed the deepest seniority.
When Wang Wan and the others held power, he always played the peacemaker, yet at critical moments, he could stand firmly and unwaveringly on the side of the First Emperor.
Today...
Feng Quji had said far too many things he should not have said.
Feng Jie had already perceived something.
Feng Quji took a few deep breaths, opened the carriage curtain, and looked out at the overcast, cloud-laden sky, saying, "My son!"
"Your father has played it safe all his life, but this time, your father wants to take a gamble!"
"Father, why?" A look of incomprehension crossed Feng Jie's face.
Sensing something, Feng Quji was unwilling to elaborate further, but offered a hint instead: "When a grand mansion collapses, can any single egg remain intact?"
Feng Jie froze, momentarily unsure of how to respond.
At that moment, the carriage came to a halt.
Feng Quji stepped down with his hands behind his back and shouted loudly, "Whoever beats my grandson, I will fight to the bitter end!"
"My grandson is the apple of my eye!"
"No one is allowed to hit him!"
Feng Jie remained silent, stepped down from the carriage as well, and walked into the estate.
Inside the mansion, Feng Ji was basking in the sun with a bruised and swollen face, while a delicate-looking young maid applied herbal medicine to his injuries.
Suddenly, Feng Ji thrust his face forward and abruptly kissed the maid.
The maid widened her eyes in shock, her face flushing with annoyance and reproach.
She turned to leave in anger.
Feng Ji hastily grabbed her and pleaded, "Yun'er, Yun'er!"
"Look, you're not a child anymore."
"How about I ask grandfather to betroth you to me?"
"From now on, you will be my, Feng Ji's, wife. I've been longing for you for a long time."
Causing the maid's smooth, jade-like hand, Feng Ji wore a thoroughly intoxicated expression.
"Young Master, please don't!"
"There are so many maids in the estate, you can pick any one of them and she'll be better than Yun'er. Yun'er is supposed to serve the Old Mistress, I cannot..."
With a sudden pull, Feng Ji drew her into his arms amidst Yun'er's startled gasp.
"Yun'er, do you know how I got this beating?"
"Young Master, let go of me, let go..."
Feng Ji tugged persistently, explaining, "I deliberately walked into those blows just so you would have to apply the medicine for me."
"Otherwise, you keep hiding from me!"
"Outrageous!!!" Just as Feng Quji walked in and witnessed this scene, he let out a thunderous roar that frightened Feng Ji into instantly releasing his grip.
Yun'er stood up with a blushing face, bowed to Feng Quji, and hurried away.
"You unfilial wretch!!!" Feng Quji bellowed once more.
Feng Jie was already scouring the courtyard for a stick.
Seeing this, Feng Ji immediately rolled his eyes, collapsed onto his chair, and wailed loudly, "It hurts so much, it hurts so much!"
"I'm not going to survive this, I'm not going to survive!"
Crash—
Exaggerating his movements, Feng Ji tumbled right off the chair and hit the ground.
Instantly, the two men rushed over anxiously, with Feng Quji crying out in distress, "My good grandson, where are you hurt?"
Though his face remained gloomy, Feng Jie's eyes were filled with deep concern.
Feng Ji continued to wail miserably, shouting with bitter grievance, "Grandfather, Father, you must seek justice for me!"
"That scoundrel Fusu is utterly heartless!"
"I will never let him get away with this!"