A Romantic Story of a Girl from the Qin Dynasty

He looked carefully at the man in front of him who was called his father. He was a presence that he could often meet in the Qin Palace, but was still unfamiliar.

Now that there was no one else around to interfere, the child showed his desire for his father's love for the first time. He burst into tears and kept thinking about whether he had any warm memories with his father. Unfortunately... no matter how he thought about it, even the fragmentary memories Can't dig out any good memories

The fatherly love Ying Zheng showed to Zhiyu can be described as "stingy". His lukewarmness has always run through this young man's life. The one word he said most to his father was probably "um". This word summed up Ying Zheng's attitude towards him and made him understand that he was not favored. .

"Father...why can't you love me like your mother does and talk to me more?"

The more unobtainable something is, the more attractive it seems. Zhiyu has never received father's love, but he desperately longs for Ying Zheng to be gentle to him and smile at him, just like he does to other children.

"You are lying here today. If I can guard you day and night until you wake up, and if you can see me more, then I will definitely do it! Don't say stay up all night, even if you drop rice Even if you don’t enter, I can do it!”

At this time, Zhiyu felt unspeakable sadness in his heart. He held Ying Zheng's hand tightly and said with some pessimism and some anger.

"I heard it all. Just before you fell down, was it brother Fusu who made you so angry? I was outside the house when you were talking. I heard it clearly. Brother Fusu told you about your great achievements. He vetoes them one by one and makes you angry! He doesn’t understand your ambitions or your hard work at all, how can you give him the crown prince position so easily!"

Zhiyu kept talking in Yingzheng’s ears

"You are not just a child of Brother Fusu, you also have me! I am the one who understands my father's ambitions best! Brother Fusu is only kind-hearted and soft-hearted. How can such a person sit on the throne of the King of God?! Which emperor can dominate the world and make ministers bow their heads just by practicing kindness?!"

His tone was a little hasty, and these treacherous words echoed in the empty bedroom. Seeing that Ying Zheng didn't respond, Zhiyu sneered, and then he lay down in front of Ying Zheng's bed and sighed.

"Fusu and I are both your sons, why can't you take another look at me? I have only been able to look up to you since I was a child, and secretly look at you from a distance... Why... I am also your child! Why... give the crown prince position to that soft-hearted Fusu! Instead of me?!"

No matter how much he said, his father in front of him couldn't hear him.

Zhiyu lay in front of the bed, crying and laughing. He just felt that he had said a lot of nonsense. What was the use of saying this? Who can know? Who can understand? !

"Father..."

Zhiyu shouted, smiling a little weirdly

"My son, I will come see you again later..."

Just as Zhiyu stood up to leave, there was a sudden sound of something falling behind the screen.

"who!"

He roared, and suddenly heard a high-pitched sound of surprise.

"Who's behind?!"

At this time, Zhiyu's heartbeat was speeding up. If the string of outrageous remarks just now were heard by others, he would never be able to turn around in the future!

He stared at the screen, breathing hard, and then, a familiar figure slowly appeared from behind.

"Yihua?!"

Zhiyu exclaimed

"Why are you here?"

Yihua was obviously frightened. She huddled next to the screen with tears in her eyes.

Although this child is slightly older than Yu, he is timid by nature and rarely talks. Shikiya always thought that it was the unhappy and unhappy experiences she experienced during her pregnancy that led to her character.

Logically speaking, since Yihua was older, he should respectfully call her sister, but he had never treated Yihua as his sister. Seeing her in the palace, he became even more angry for no reason.

"Why didn't you say anything in the palace?!"

Zhiyu asked with a dark face.

"I saw a slight sweat on Father's forehead. He went to twist the veil. Who knew you would come in..."

Yihua was still holding a handkerchief and looked timid.

"Just now...did you hear what I said?"

"Um……"

Yihua nodded, hurriedly walked to the bed, and carefully wiped the sweat from Ying Zheng's forehead.

Zhiyu watched silently, hesitating whether to ask more questions, but looking at her timid appearance, she probably did not dare to say her rebellious remarks just now.

After only hesitating for a moment, Zhiyu spoke.

"You stay and take care of my father. I'll leave first. If he sees me here, I'm afraid he'll faint again."

He was about to take steps to leave, but Yihua actually stopped him.

"I never knew you wanted to be the prince, but Zhiyu, you should understand...the prince's position is always inherited by the eldest son, and brother Fusu is the heir. If you are greedy for the prince's position and the throne, The one who suffers in the end is you yourself..."

Yihua swallowed, and from the corner of his eye, he saw Zhiyu standing aside but didn't reply.

"Brother Fusu has always treated us very well. If he were the emperor, he wouldn't treat you poorly."

"shut up!"

Zhiyu suddenly roared in a low voice, and his eyes became sharp and vicious. Yihua, who had been with him day and night, had never seen him look like this cannibal before, and was so frightened that he even dropped the handkerchief without noticing it!

Zhiyu whirred angrily and stepped in front of Yihua. The resentment he had accumulated in his heart for many years was about to explode!

"Don't think that you can speak so lightly just because you have the favor of my father. Do you understand? You clearly understand how my father treats me and how he treats Fusu, but now you still call him "confidence". I don’t care about this! How can you, the beloved people, understand how I feel!!”

Yihua was so frightened that she could only cry and couldn't even utter a retort.

Zhiyu was furious and vented all his dissatisfaction on her. His temper suddenly rose. After it dissipated, Zhiyu remembered that the mask he had hidden for many years had been accidentally torn off.

"Yihua..."

Zhiyu changed his expression instantly. He caught a glimpse of Ying Zheng lying on the bed, and was so frightened that he was sweating profusely!

I am crazy! He actually talked about his ambitions in front of the emperor and Yihua! Then Fusu has been transferred to repel the Xiongnu, so why should he be anxious? Why should he say so much to Yihua who knows nothing! If... it would be even more troublesome for the Queen Mother to know.

"Yihua, I'm sorry, I'm sorry... I just saw my father falling ill, so I said something out of necessity. Don't blame me, don't be angry with me, okay?"

He looked a little apologetic, held Yihua's shoulders and apologized again.

"It was my fault just now. You are my sister. I should respect you, but I still yelled at you. I'm sorry... Considering that we grew up together, can you forgive me?"