"Zheng 'er, you've been practicing martial arts and literature recently. Is it tough or not?”
A young man with a sword at his waist, Ying Rui, who looked extraordinary, slowly asked.
"Father, telling the truth is bitter, lying is not bitter. Everything else is the same.”
The young man, who was almost carved out of the same mold, was a miniature version of the young man-Little Ying Zheng. He sat across from him and straightened his posture before speaking.
It wasn't hard to hear the respect he had for his father from his words. He had heard it before.
As his grandmother was an ordinary palace maid, his father's background was not noble, but he had risen in status step by step by relying on military achievements.
Otherwise, the people who went to the State of Zhao to be hostages for Great Qin would most likely be his family.
"Zheng 'er, what is the real reason for letting you practice martial arts and literature?”
Ying Rui nodded slightly when he heard his understanding of how to conduct himself. He had improved a lot compared to last time.
That's right, the First Emperor Ying Zheng was his eldest son, and now he was only an eight-year-old child.
Without the experience of growing up in the State of Zhao and facing Lu Buwei, he could only work hard to raise it to a higher level.
"One day, we will leave Hangu Pass and complete the unification of Great Qin, ending the chaos that has been going on for hundreds of years.”
As he said that, a stern look that did not match his age appeared on Little Ying Zheng's childish face, as if he had come to this world with a natural mission.
It was very hard to imagine that this was said by an eight-year-old child. His knowledge far exceeded that of most people in the world.
"My Lord's eldest son's talent is beyond imagination. In Great Qin and the other six countries, no royal family member can compare to him.”
Hearing this, Wei Liao, who was originally one of the top three officials in spacetime, couldn't help but reveal a look of shock.
One had to know that the Little Lord was only eight years old. In time, he would definitely become a peerless hero.
"Such talent can't be buried. We still need to work hard to nurture him.”
It was indeed unusual for an eight-year-old to have such knowledge. He could be called the Ancestral Dragon in his previous life. As his father, Ying Rui was happy and had new plans in his heart.
"Zheng 'er, between the Tyrannical Way and the Way of the King, which one would you choose?”
After recovering from his thoughts, Ying Rui paused for a moment and looked at his eldest son, who was sitting opposite him.
"Father, Zheng 'er has chosen the path of tyranny.”
Little Ying Zheng hesitated for a moment, not wanting to disappoint his father, but also not wanting to go against his own wishes, so he said seriously.
After saying that, although he maintained his composure on the surface, his probing gaze was somewhat uneasy.
"Zheng 'er, when I turn twelve, you can answer your father properly.”
Hearing the answer that was in line with the eldest son's style, Ying Rui smiled. He didn't say that he couldn't be overbearing, but he also didn't say that he could be overbearing.
In fact, if it was just to conquer the world, the domineering path was enough.
If he wanted to govern the world with culture in the future, the path of kingly way was indispensable. The combination of the two was the ultimate policy of governing the country.
"Father, could it be that being overbearing is ultimately wrong?”
After all, he was only eight years old, and his methods were far less experienced than the ones he used later on. Little Ying Zheng could not help but ask.
"Zheng 'er, there's nothing wrong with being overbearing. The kingly way isn't that good either. A policy that conforms to the current situation is the only way to govern the country.”
Looking at that face that was filled with childishness and carried a trace of intense probing, Ying Rui's tone couldn't help but soften.
"Yes, father. Zheng 'er will definitely understand the true meaning of tyranny and the Way of the King as soon as possible.”
Upon hearing that his father did not oppose his opinion, and even said that the kingly way was not that good, it undoubtedly brought great encouragement to Little Ying Zheng.
"I'll rest for a day and plan what to do with myself, Zheng 'er.”
He had to be strict when he should be, and vice versa. Ying Rui waved his sleeves for a while.
"Yes, father. Zheng 'er will take his leave first.”
Every time his answer was confirmed by his father, he would have a day of free time. Only then did Little Ying Zheng reveal his childlike innocence, and bow his hands in a salute to his elders.
"Master, why didn't you tell the young master directly?”
When the Little Lord's figure disappeared from his sight, Wei Liao turned his head, a doubt rising in his heart.
"Everything you understand is your own. How can it be profound if you haven't experienced it?”
Today's training was for future growth. Ying Rui retracted his gaze and asked leisurely.
"Master is still thoughtful. I was too impatient.”
Wei Liao couldn't help but smile when he thought of the extraordinary young master, who was like a miniature version of his lord when he was young. He was lucky to meet a wise lord in this chaotic world.
"Master, there is one more thing. There are rumors in the palace that the king wants to kill Old General Bai.”
"I believe that this is an opportunity to protect Old General Bai and obtain the right to inherit the throne.”
Wei Liao didn't forget another important thing. He crossed his arms and pointed to the core.
Old General Bai was a famous general on the battlefield. He could play a huge role if he kept him alive, and he could also take the opportunity to gain the king's recognition of his master.
"Wei Liao, tell me the details.”
Hearing this, Ying Rui knocked on the wooden table and didn't rush to express his thoughts.
The historical events that should have happened would still happen in the end. However, since he was here, he would not let the tragedy happen again.
The example of Great Qin indiscriminately killing meritorious officials could not be repeated. Similarly, the God of Slaughter should shine on the battlefield and not die in a cowardly manner.
"Although my lord has a place in the army, compared to the other two young masters, it is inevitable that he has a certain disadvantage in terms of background.”
"If you want to become the heir directly recognized by the king, you must show extraordinary courage and political talent in the process of protecting Old General Bai.”
The more Wei Liao spoke, the clearer his train of thought became.
"Mister Wei is wise. This young master will immediately head to the palace to meet grandfather.”
Ying Rui's thoughts quickly ran through his mind, and he made a decision. He had to protect Great Qin's God of Killing, who was feared by the six countries.
"It's all thanks to Master's prompt decision. I'm only giving a suggestion.”
Seeing the Emperor of Great Qin in the limelight and preparing to protect Bai Qi, Wei Liao was filled with admiration for his boldness.
After all, no one could take the risk of being reprimanded or even losing the right to inherit. It was enough to kill more than 99% of the people in an instant.
"Protecting Old General Bai, Baiqi, will not only bring about the opportunity to inherit the throne, but also bring about many benefits.”
"That will be a sharp blade that can quickly wipe out the six countries, and it will be the greatest benchmark for Great Qin's army. When that happens, it will gain the loyalty of many Generals.”
Hearing the admiration in Wei Liao's words, Ying Rui merely laughed it off, his expression extremely calm.
"No wonder Master can teach Little Lord like this. Like father, like son.”
Hearing this, Wei Liao couldn't help but sigh. The father and son weren't simple characters.
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