Longevity by Picking up Attributes in the Battlefield Chapter 721 Chapter 296: Public Debate! A Heaven-Defying Treasure Emerges!

Hearing those words,

Zhao Feng shook his head: "I'm not the one who's curious; it's the courtiers who are dying to know."

"No matter who the Eldest Imperial Son turns out to be, it has little to do with me."

Ying Zheng let out a chuckle: "You sure have guts saying that. Aren't you worried the Eldest Imperial Son might hold a grudge against you later?"

"I've climbed to this rank already—even if he turns against me, I can always step down and head back home," Zhao Feng replied with an indifferent smile.

"What if he comes after you?"

"Your rank is lofty, your authority vast, leading the troops!" Ying Zheng probed with a grin.

"We'll cross that bridge when we get there," Zhao Feng answered lightly, utterly unperturbed.

Even if it meant dooming the world or this realm itself, Zhao Feng doubted anyone on the Divine Continent could end him.

Right now, his total Attributes exceeded nine thousand, and post-transformation, they edged even higher, closing in on ten thousand.

The surge in his power was something Zhao Feng sensed vividly.

Forget the mere tens of thousands of Xianyang Imperial Guards—even a hundred thousand soldiers would fall to his blade; such was his current might.

Alone, he matched endless armies in strength.

The so-called Eldest Imperial Son meant nothing to him.

"This young man's Martial Dao has hit its peak; his respect for imperial rule is fading."

"Good thing he's my son; otherwise, as Emperor, I'd have to remove such a vassal."

As for Zhao Feng,

were he not my own flesh and blood, Ying Zheng might overlook him as his prized disciple, suppressible for now—but for future rulers, he'd spell trouble.

For in Zhao Feng's words, even if unintended, lurked a subtle contempt for kingship.

Thus,

if Zhao Feng weren't his son, Ying Zheng would eliminate him before his own end.

This defined an Emperor.

"You'll meet him at the Mount Tai ceremony."

"I promise it'll shock you to your core," Ying Zheng said smilingly.

"Have I crossed paths with him already?" Zhao Feng inquired, picking up on the hint in Ying Zheng's tone, a smile playing on his lips.

"What's your guess?" Ying Zheng shot back teasingly with a grin.

"Beats me."

"If the First Emperor really wants to spill it, go ahead; I swear I won't breathe a word," Zhao Feng joked with a smile.

"Hold out till the Mount Tai ceremony."

"I assure you, you'll find out then," Ying Zheng replied with a smile.

"Fine."

Zhao Feng nodded, uninterested in pressing further.

As always,

upon reaching Zhangtai Palace,

Emperor Qin Shi Huang pulled Zhao Feng in for a meal and chats on all sorts of matters.

This occasion proved no different.

...

Time sped by!

In a flash, one month elapsed.

Stoked by schemers, or maybe orchestrated by Emperor Qin Shi Huang himself,

over this month,

the revelation that Qin's Fusu wasn't the Eldest Imperial Son swept through Qin and even the old lands of rival states.

Folks everywhere buzzed with talk.

"Heard the latest?"

"Turns out, today's Mr. Fusu isn't the King's firstborn son."

"You must've misheard."

"It's not the Great King anymore, but our Qin's First Emperor."

"A legendary sovereign, outshining the Three Emperors in feats, surpassing the Five Emperors in virtue, forging unity no prior king achieved."

"True enough."

"The First Emperor—our Qin's First Emperor—truly earns that name."

"None but he deserves it."

"Our Qin has etched itself in history."

"The realm unified—a feat without peer."

"Here's to great white wine!"

"Hahaha."

"Cheers!"

"But anyway,"

"I brought up how the First Emperor's Mr. Fusu isn't the Eldest Imperial Son—what're you on about?"

"I know all about the First Emperor's title; it's been broadcast far and wide—who doesn't?"

"I just slipped into old habits; we've always said Great King."

"Right, the Eldest Imperial Son buzz is everywhere now. Never imagined we took Mr. Fusu for the heir, but he's actually second-born. Word is, this Eldest Imperial Son came from the current Great King's time in Zhao state; without those meddling nobles blocking, his mother might've been our Qin Queen ages ago."

"Sigh, the First Emperor suffered much back in Zhao state, but that's all behind us now—the Zhao that shamed him is dust, and the world is Qin's domain. That's victory enough."

"Too bad about the First Emperor and that Empress's tie—so many years of trials, who knows the pain."

"Yeah."

"Who's this Eldest Imperial Son anyway? Must be special to earn the First Emperor's favor."

"The First Emperor wouldn't pick him just for his mother; likely the lad's got real talent."

"Spot on..."

Chatter among the masses kept circling the First Emperor's firstborn son.

The word spread like wildfire.

Zhao Mansion!

The clan gathered for dinner.

Before,

it was just Zhao Feng's siblings and mother.

But Zhao Feng's home had blossomed fully now.

Children approached a dozen.

One principal wife, seven concubines.

Every concubine held princess rank.

Scanning the world,

back to Spring and Autumn days, only Zhao Feng boasted such prestige.

"Mother,"

"the First Emperor dispatched a messenger with decree."

"In days, we head to Mount Tai—the whole family's coming along," Zhao Feng announced smilingly.

"Husband,"

"the First Emperor regards you higher than ever; inviting our entire household like this," Wang Yan beamed.

"Quite the honor, yes."

Zhao Feng smiled, saying no more.