Quickly wear "I am the empress"

"Why don't you, my father, just make me the queen's daughter-in-law? This will prevent you from having to argue with those ministers when you make me your heir in the future."

Ying Zheng is a very suspicious person, so Zhiyu directly expressed her attitude in front of Ying Zheng from the beginning. She wanted to be the queen concubine of Da Qin, and she wanted to inherit Da Qin's century-old foundation in the future.

In front of Ying Zheng, if you want to dispel his suspicions, there is no other way to go. Revealing your ambition is the right choice. Ying Zheng does not hate ambitious people, but he does not like people making small moves in front of him.

Ying Zheng did not answer Zhiyu's question. After giving Zhiyu an unpredictable look, he called out to the door, "Here comes."

After a while, two guards of Great Qin appeared in the palace, and respectfully saluted them with clasped fists, "I have met your majesty, and I have met the eldest princess."

Ying Zheng looked at Zhiyu and asked her to hand the bamboo slip to the guard who came in. Seeing this, Zhiyu threw the bamboo slip in her hand into the air, and the bamboo slip fell firmly into the hands of the guard.

"Find this person and kill the three tribes."

Ying Zheng didn't even raise his head, and ordered calmly, as if what he just said was not about killing one person's three tribes, but about the weather being nice today.

Zhiyu looked at the majestic Ying Zheng and couldn't help but feel a tremor in her heart. Sure enough, the ancestor was exactly the same as what was recorded in the history books. Gods would kill gods if they stood in the way, and Buddhas would kill if they stood in the way of Buddha. No one could shake his determination to rule the world.

"Yes." The guard seemed to be used to it when he heard this. He took the bamboo slip with high professionalism and retreated out. When he reached the door, he closed the door thoughtfully.

Zhiyu nodded secretly. He was worthy of being the guard beside his ancestor. He had a good psychological quality. When he heard that his ancestor wanted to kill the three tribes, he didn't even blink.

"Father, you haven't had breakfast yet, right? Why don't you accompany your father to have breakfast first?"

Zhiyu touched her empty stomach and told Ying Zheng her intention. She was really curious about how Ying Zheng's meal tasted. Would it be the same as hers... hard to swallow?

Jian Zhiyu touches his belly? , Ying Zheng then remembered that his daughter seemed to have been pulled up from the bed by someone he had sent.

Looking at the thin Zhiyu, Ying Zheng waved his hand and said to the palace where she was the only one: "Prepare the meal."

"Yes."

Lin Yi's voice sounded outside the door. After a while, the meals were brought from the imperial kitchen and placed in the side hall.

Zhiyu happily followed Ying Zheng to where His Highness was dining. But when she saw the things on the table, Zhiyu was dumbfounded. How come this... is the same as what she ate yesterday?

Zhiyu looked at Ying Zheng, who had washed his hands and was sitting on his knees in front of the desk, and looked at the food that was exactly the same as his own in front of him, and his mood suddenly became not so good.

After washing his hands somewhat depressed, Zhiyu followed Ying Zheng's example and knelt down in front of the table with food. Looking at the words millet porridge, boiled vegetables, and boiled meat in front of him, Zhiyu was a little hard to start.

Seeing that Zhiyu hesitated to move his chopsticks, Yingzheng frowned, narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "My son is unwell?"

Zhiyu shook his head, "Father, my current body is no problem even if I kill a little rabbit. It's very good."

Hearing this, the corner of Ying Zheng's mouth twitched calmly, he stared at Zhiyu and then looked away, "Since you are fine, just eat the food. It is not easy for our people in Great Qin to grow food, so don't It’s easier.”

Zhiyu nodded, "I know father, I will finish my food and not waste the food that my people of Great Qin have worked so hard to grow.

Hearing this, Ying Zheng nodded with satisfaction, lowered his head and quickly and elegantly finished the food on his table.

Zhiyu stared at the food in front of him for a long time, shook his head helplessly, picked up the bowl and started eating gracefully.

In Da Qin, a country with backward productivity, even the king only eats some boiled vegetables. You can imagine how difficult the life of the people down there will be. Who knows that every meal on the plate is hard work. She is now the princess of Da Qin, so she can dislike this place. The food tastes bad, but it must not be wasted.

After being dragged by Ying Zheng to watch the memorial in Zhangtai Palace for a long time, Zhiyu looked at Ying Zheng with some boredom, "Father, you haven't made me the queen's concubine yet, and you just let me handle government affairs. This , Isn’t it inappropriate for etiquette?”

Hearing this, Ying Zheng sneered disdainfully, "If you want to be the queen's daughter, then show your father what you can do. If you can't even handle government affairs well, how can you have the face to let Gu Feng make you the king?" Princess?"

Hearing Ying Zheng's words, Zhiyu, who was sitting on his knees, jumped up and stood up, "Father, did you promise to make me the queen's daughter?"

Ying Zheng glanced at her, "When did I say this?"

"It's just that Gu has many children. Since my son wants to stand out from the crowd, he must be outstanding. Otherwise, how can I trust you to hand over my century-old foundation of Da Qin to your hands?"

After hearing what Ying Zheng said, Zhiyu realized that Ying Zheng had been doing this for a long time just to paint a cake for her. He wanted to draw her into free labor but at the same time he didn't want to give her a status.

Sure enough, the ancestors have already mastered things like painting cakes.

Zhiyu looked at the bamboo slips piled high in front of him and resisted: "Father, my son is the eldest daughter, so naturally he is different from the other younger brothers and sisters."

"Since the time of King Wu, there has been a clear rule that the heir must be the direct descendant."

"Now, my father, you have no direct heir, and your son has taken up such a long position. Just because of his birth, he stands out in front of all the younger brothers and sisters..."

Speaking of this, Zhiyu thought of a mystery that had puzzled flower growers for more than two thousand years: why Qin Shihuang, the only emperor in the world, did not establish a queen.

She looked through Ying Yuanman's memories. In Ying Yuanman's memories, Ying Zheng didn't seem to have any particular preference for women in the harem. His thoughts were mainly focused on government affairs, and he only went to the harem a few times a month. After all, I haven't seen him favoring that concubine for so many years.

Taking a secret look at Ying Zheng, who had no expression on his face and showed no joy, Zhiyu felt that she must ask Ying Zheng's ancestor this question after a while when she got to know him better.

Ying Zheng Jianzhiyu opened his mouth to talk about Princess Li, and shook his head with a headache, Princess Li? It's not that simple. Even if he wanted to establish a prince, he would have to go through a lot of troubles.

However, Ying Zheng didn't resent Zhiyu mentioning this matter in front of him. He, Ying Zheng, liked people who were upright and upright the most. His daughter had this intention and said it in front of him clearly, which was better than those hiding in the gutter who only knew how to do it. The person who plots secretly is infinitely stronger.