Longevity by Picking up Attributes in the Battlefield Chapter 726 Chapter 298: Zhao Feng: How Am I Emperor Qin Shi Huang's Son? I'm Stunned!

"Is Emperor Qin Shi Huang confusing someone for another, or what?"

"How could Mother possibly be Emperor Qin Shi Huang's childhood sweetheart?"

"How can Mother be Emperor Qin Shi Huang's childhood sweetheart? That doesn't make any sense!"

Shock seized Zhao Feng, his face rigid with unprecedented disbelief.

Next to Zhao Feng.

Zhao Ying stood utterly stunned as well.

"Brother."

"What's happening here?"

"Why does it seem like the First Emperor is staring at Mom?"

"He's got to be mistaking her for someone else, right?"

Zhao Ying murmured anxiously, her voice laced with worry.

Zhao Feng's wives gazed at him in stunned confusion too.

Yet they held their tongues.

Since their husband stayed silent, what words could they utter?

Ying Zheng's intense stare pulled every eye toward him.

He fixed his sight on the fidgeting, distressed Xia Dong'er.

Then Ying Zheng spoke once more.

"Efang."

"Ascend the platform."

"This moment."

"I've awaited it for almost thirty years."

"I owe you three decades, and your children twenty-eight years as well."

"Now, Brother Zheng possesses the power to shield you."

"Come here."

A faint smile curved Ying Zheng's lips as he reached out to Xia Dong'er.

Right then.

His eyes stayed locked on Xia Dong'er by Zhao Feng's side.

In that instant.

Absolute certainty filled him.

"Mother, is it really true?"

Zhao Feng whipped his head toward his mother.

"Yes."

Xia Dong'er gave a nod.

"Feng'er, Ying'er."

"He is your father." Xia Dong'er finally revealed.

"This can't be!"

Zhao Feng's face twisted in total shock.

"How am I the son of Emperor Qin Shi Huang?"

"And the Eldest Imperial Son at that?"

"Efang from the unofficial histories is my mother?"

"This prank is way too huge!"

"Impossible!"

Zhao Feng gaped at his mother, speechless for ages.

But right then!

Led by Wang Jian, ministers in the know bowed toward Xia Dong'er.

"Please, Empress, mount the platform."

The ministers paid homage to Xia Dong'er.

"They all knew?"

Glancing at Wang Jian, Han Fei, and Li Si.

Those out of the loop.

Like Huai Zhuang and fellow ministers, watched in stunned quiet.

With this resounding plea.

Xia Dong'er steadied her resolve at last.

"Brother Zheng declared Feng'er ready to shoulder burdens, and that Qin needs Feng'er."

"Plus, Feng'er craves that authority."

"Very well then."

"Let Feng'er claim what's rightfully his!"

Xia Dong'er proclaimed with determination, stepping deliberately toward the stairs.

As Xia Dong'er advanced.

Every gaze on Mount Tai's summit locked onto her.

"How can it be him?"

"How is the Eldest Imperial Son him?"

"If it's him, can I still claim that throne?"

"He thrives on battlefields—can I truly overcome him?" Hu Hai glared at Zhao Feng with bloodshot eyes, seething with reluctance.

Were it anyone else.

Hu Hai might scheme differently, but Zhao Feng was his big brother, eldest among princes.

An inexplicable dread surged in Hu Hai's chest.

Zhao Feng's name, the God of Slaughter.

Which foe of his wasn't terrified?

He, a spoiled prince, quaked unspeakably before Zhao Feng, far from plotting against him.

At that instant.

Panic gripped Hu Hai's heart too.

"No wonder."

"No wonder Father favors Lord Wu'an so much—he's our big brother, no wonder Father wants his fame to blanket the realm, even backing him with a Royal Edict, since he's Father's own, the Eldest Son."

"Likely from his first display of talent, once Father learned his origins, the throne was set for him."

"Father had me and eighteenth brother in court to clear paths for him, drawing all eyes away."

"Father… you're a genius at strategy."

Fusu grasped it all in that flash.

Reflecting on his court summons' purpose, Fusu saw the full picture.

Why Wang Jian abruptly challenged him, abandoning neutrality.

Why Father lavished Zhao Feng with unmatched privileges.

All puzzles resolved.

"We're doomed."

Huai Zhuang stared where Zhao Feng stood, his aged eyes brimming with hopelessness.

With Zhao Feng's true identity revealed, should he rise as Qin's Crown Prince, past foes would face grim fates.

Not only him.

Chunyu Yue paled, as did numerous court Confucians.

A military-minded Crown Prince like Zhao Feng—where would Confucianism fit?

They were done for.

"Zhao Feng as Eldest Imperial Son?"

"Impossible!"

Chunyu Yue's eyes bulged in utter denial.

Amid the swirl of shocked, intricate stares.

Xia Dong'er arrived at the platform's base steps.

"Efang."

"Come up."

As she drew near, Ying Zheng called softly.

Everyone marveled at the First Emperor's tenderness toward the woman before him.

A softness unseen, a bond unfelt before.

To others, the First Emperor loomed majestic, supreme, untouchable.

But now.

He appeared youthful again, reunited with his cherished one.

Decades of camaraderie, yearning, remorse—all poured from Ying Zheng's eyes today.

Beneath Ying Zheng's gaze, beneath the eyes of myriad officials atop Mount Tai.