Yong City.
In the ancestral temple.
A white-haired old man stood in the ancestral temple with a wooden stick in his hand.
On it was the ranking of the ancestors.
"My Qin Country rose from the bottom."
"From ancestor Xiang Gong to now, it has been more than twenty generations before he has his current status.”
The old man gently stroked the table with a face full of emotion.
Behind him, a young man followed carefully." Grandfather, it's not too late for us to come back when the son of the Crown Prince arrives at Yong City. Why wait so early?”
The young man asked in confusion.
"I just want to see what the youth who made the king's face so happy, the youth who spread his words to the world, looks like.”
The inner duke's eyes lit up with anticipation.
"Ever since Duke Xiao, I, the descendants of the Ying family, have taken it upon myself to unify the world. After five generations, I wonder if I can see that day.”
……
On the other side.
As the magnificent city became clearer and clearer, the carriage slowed down.
Although Yong City had lost its noble status as the capital of Great Qin, it could no longer compare to the grandeur and prosperity of Xianyang.
However, this was the place where Great Qin's 20-plus generations of ancestors had fought for.
It lacked grandeur, but it had more time to settle down. It looked even more ancient and vicissitudes.
The arrival of Ying Zheng's group did not cause any commotion.
After all, Ying Zheng was not the Crown Prince, but the son of the Crown Prince.
Of course it was important, but it wasn't very important either.
Especially since the one who stayed in Yong City was the Lord of the Pass, his seniority was comparable to the current Great King Ying Zhu, so he naturally wouldn't mobilize so many people for a child.
After Ying Zheng and his people entered Yong City.
However, there were some people who were sneaky among the crowd on both sides of the city gate, and then they quietly left.
……
"Zheng 'er, we've arrived."
Holding Ying Zheng in her arms, Lady Zhao looked around curiously.
Ying Zheng also suppressed the excitement in his heart.
Because after today, he would be listed in the genealogy and truly obtain the qualifications to be the heir.
As the number of people around them increased, the Startling Salamander's cold face became colder and colder, and its eyes secretly paid attention.
She was very clear about her mission.
And that was to protect Ying Zheng.
With too many people, accidents could happen at any time.
Ying Zheng, on the other hand, was calm, as if he had not sensed anything.
Because after entering Yong City, the voice in his mind sounded again.
"May I ask if the host has signed in at Yong City? Yes/No?”
"Sign in."
"Congratulations to the host for successfully signing in. Reward: Compendium of Materia Medica."
Ying Zheng was not in a hurry to check it out. Instead, he and the others went straight to the ancestral temple.
The inner duke had been waiting for a long time.
"Is this the child that Zichu left behind in Zhao?”
The Inner Marquis stood on the steps, leaning on a wooden staff, looking down at Ying Zheng.
"Ying Zheng, the son of Crown Prince Ying Zi Chu, greets the Lord of the Pass!”
Ying Zheng bowed in a neither servile nor overbearing manner.
"Get up."
The Lord of the Pass had no intention of making things difficult for Ying Zheng. He was in Yong City, far away from the center of the imperial court, and had long stopped meddling in political affairs. Especially when the new king, Ying Zhu, had issued a half-step imperial edict, pardoning many sinners and giving preferential treatment to their clans, they were not dissatisfied.
As for who would inherit the throne, it was not something he should care about.
As long as it was his Ying bloodline.
Right now, he only hoped that he could see the world being unified by the Ying Family.
"He does look like Zichu."
As Ying Zheng raised his head, the Inner Marquis also saw his face clearly. He could not help but nod slightly and said," Child, come up.”
"Yes."
Ying Zheng already knew what to do before he came here.
Lady Zhao stood below the stage, her eyes fixed on Ying Zheng's thin back as she muttered to herself,'Zheng' er, from today onwards, the status of us mother and son will be different.”
Ying Zheng's name was recorded in the genealogy, which meant that his identity was recognized by the Ying family. Correspondingly, her mother was also recognized.
Because of her status, Lady Zhao had always been worried that she would drag her son down.
Now, he could finally breathe a sigh of relief.
After entering the ancestral temple, Ying Zheng faced the memorial tablets of his ancestors and knelt down in a well-behaved manner. At this moment, the Marquis of the Pass solemnly took out the imperial edict that he had delivered earlier,"
"Ying Zheng, listen up!"
The Inner Marquis shouted with a solemn expression.
"I hear your decree!"
Ying Zheng immediately knelt down with a loud cry.
"The King of Qin issued an edict: My eldest grandson, surnamed Ying, Zhao, named Zheng, has a benevolent and righteous nature, and is filial to his parents.”
This ceremony could not be skipped. After the King of Qin conferred the title, he still needed to worship in the ancestral temple.
Saying one's surname and not one's surname was a necessary step after acknowledging one's ancestors.
There could be many surnames under the surname Ying, and a surname could only have one surname. Only by using the surname could one prove that one was a descendant recognized by the ancestors and was also a symbol of direct descent.
" Ying Zheng has received the imperial edict. From today onwards, Ying Zheng will return to his clan and protect the state of Qin for the rest of his life. If there is any favoritism, heaven and earth will not tolerate it. If there is any disloyalty, if there is any disgrace to the clan, I am willing to be beheaded and die a hundred times to atone for it!”
The Inner Marquis nodded slightly. Although he looked old, he was still full of energy. He shouted again,"Crown and bestow clothes!"
Very soon, Ying Zheng changed into a new robe and combed his clothes.
Then, Chief Zhuang bowed in the ancestral temple." The twenty-sixth generation of the ancestor of the Great Qin, Duke Xiang, the great-great-grandson of the great grandfather, King Huiwen, the great-grandson of the great grandfather, King Zhaoxiang, the grandson of the new king, the son of the Crown Prince, Ying Zheng, the legitimate son of the Chu family, pays his respects to all the ancestors!”
"Ten thousand years of Great Qin! The Ying family will live forever!"
As Ying Zheng bowed down, the ancestral temple that had been silent for many years seemed to shake with a loud bang, and a sharp cry rang out in his ears.
Ying Zheng raised his head and looked over, only to see a huge black bird spreading its pitch-black wings, enveloping the entire Ying Clan Ancestral Temple, then disappearing in a flash.
"Illusion?"
"Impossible! Strange!"
Ying Zheng muttered in his heart and slowly rose to his feet. At the same time, a familiar voice rang out in his mind again.
"May I ask if the host has signed in at the Ying Clan Ancestral Temple? Yes/No?”
"Sign in."
"Congratulations to the host for successfully signing in. Reward: Black Bird Egg."
"Hmm? The appearance of something completely different from the previous reward made Ying Zheng slightly stunned.”
At this moment, the voice of the Inner Marquis of the Pass rang out, bringing Ying Zheng back to his senses.
"Let's go meet our clansmen!"
"Yes, sir!"
After that, Ying Zheng and Lady Zhao accompanied the Marquis of the Inner Pass and the other Ying Clan elders who had stayed behind in Yong City for a meal, and they got to know each other better.
Although Ying Zheng did not make any shocking remarks, his calm manner in handling matters had won the praise of many elders.
After all, there was nothing to lose by praising him.
After that, Ying Zheng and Lady Zhao stayed in Yong City. They did not go to Ji Nian Palace, but rested in the mansion left behind by the Crown Prince.
As for the guards, other than a dozen people, the rest of the elite soldiers were resting outside the city.
"Zheng 'er, you must be tired after walking for a day, right?”
Inside the room, Mistress Zhao was sitting on the couch, gently pinching Ying Zheng's calf that was resting on her leg, her face full of pity.
From the inn to Yong City, they first paid respects to their ancestors and then went to socialize. It was only now that they were free.
Even Lady Zhao felt exhausted, let alone Ying Zheng who was only eight years old.
"I'm fine. Mother, are you tired?"
Ying Zheng wrapped his arms around Lady Zhao's neck and rubbed against her chest skillfully. Then, he stood up, ran behind her, and gently massaged her shoulders." Zheng 'er, massage my mother."”
"Haha, Zheng 'er is so obedient!"
Lady Zhao was filled with joy. Her son had not changed, and he was still as good to her as before, or even better. This made Lady Zhao very happy, and her body relaxed slightly as she leaned into Ying Zheng's arms, enjoying Ying Zheng's service. She narrowed her eyes and sighed,""Zheng 'er still cares about Mother! Mother is really happy."
"As long as Mother is happy."
A smile appeared on Ying Zheng's face as well. He did not want to repeat the same mistake.
It was not difficult for him to sweep through the Six Nations, but from the records and the feelings he felt in his dreams, he had lost too much.
It would be too boring to walk the old road again.
So now, he had to change.
Being alone was actually not good.
Especially since this world seemed a little different.
Just as Ying Zheng was gently hammering Lady Zhao's shoulder, a slight noise suddenly came from the roof, and Ying Zheng's ears twitched.
In the next moment,
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