Longevity by Picking up Attributes in the Battlefield Chapter 728 Chapter 299: Imperial Decree—Crowning the Crown Prince

Hearing these words.

A subtle change appeared on Ying Xi's face.

"Does the Great King distrust this subject?"

Ying Xi quickly turned to Ying Zheng, resembling a loyal retainer full of grievance.

"From Zongzheng's manner, I truly cannot trust you."

In that instant.

With the realm unified and imperial authority seized, Ying Zheng held no favorable sentiments.

Hearing this audacious tone.

Ying Xi's countenance utterly shifted.

At this very moment!

Many ministers followed Ying Zheng's order, proceeding to the Dew Spring.

Before long.

Han Fei.

Huai Zhuang.

Wang Jian.

Feng Quji.

All carried bowls brimming with spring water as they advanced.

"First Emperor."

"The spring water is collected."

Han Fei lifted a bowl and declared.

"Lords, gather and observe."

Ying Zheng swept his hand grandly, issuing the command with authority.

Ministers assembled nearby.

Ying Xi lingered to the side, his expression exceedingly grim.

On this occasion.

This was truly his final wager.

Foolish though it seemed, he had no alternative but to continue.

The bowl of water he offered had been secretly altered. He had assumed public eyes would silence Ying Zheng, yet he sorely misjudged him.

He misjudged Ying Zheng's resolve to accept Zhao Feng.

And once more struck Ying Zheng's reverse scale.

Even had Ying Xi not meddled with that bowl, his return to Xianyang would bring no mercy—death awaited inevitably.

By proposing this bloodline verification ruse, he had already marked himself for Ying Zheng's purge.

Such an act was utterly taboo.

"Fetch the dagger."

Ying Zheng signaled.

Ren Xiao offered a dagger reverently.

Ying Zheng advanced to seize the dagger.

He raised his left index finger, slashed it sharply with the blade, and blood gushed forth instantly.

Ying Zheng held his hand above the bowl, letting blood fall into the pristine water.

Precisely five drops.

Every one plunged into the bowl.

"The blood recognition commences."

"This ritual holds no scientific merit."

Observing the scene, Zhao Feng revealed a helpless expression.

Nevertheless.

Blood of compatible types does merge seamlessly.

"Feng'er."

"Step forward."

With a smile, Ying Zheng extended the dagger to Zhao Feng.

Seeing it, Zhao Feng accepted without refusal, moved ahead, and grasped the dagger.

He circulated True Yuan to weaken the finger's tissue.

A gentle cut from the dagger parted the skin, sending blood into the bowl.

This was Zhao Feng's personal technique.

By deploying True Yuan, his finger's flesh became vulnerable; without it, the dagger could not breach his skin.

His physique had attained inconceivable heights, resisting arrows and boulders even devoid of True Qi.

What divine All Attributes enhancement!

As blood entered the bowl.

All eyes converged upon it.

Laden with eager expectation.

Beneath collective scrutiny, the blood within the bowl slowly fused amid the spring water.

Beholding this.

Ying Zheng exhaled in relief.

Except distinctly.

In the water from Ying Xi, the blood refused to blend.

Witnessing it.

Cold intent filled Ying Zheng's gaze.

"Zongzheng."

"Do you recall my recent words?"

Ying Zheng ordered chillingly.

This tone caused Ying Xi to quiver.

Deathly pallor tinged his features.

He voiced no rebuttal.

Onlookers, noting Ying Xi's demeanor, grasped the truth at once.

"Zongzheng Ying Xi sought to corrupt my bloodline, reject the bond with my son, and defile the Empress's honor."

"The offense merits no pardon."

"Issue my edict: divest Ying Xi of every title and post, deliver him to the Tingwei for judgment, revoke his clan's status entirely, and consign them to the Tingwei likewise." Ying Zheng flicked his hand, decreeing icily.

Confronting such doom.

Ying Xi refrained from begging, knowing pleas were pointless.

He understood the Emperor before him was merciless, aware he had breached the imperial taboo.

"Lords."

"Have you witnessed?"

"Zhao Feng is my flesh and blood."

"Qin's rightful eldest prince."

Ying Zheng pivoted to proclaim to the assembled ministers.

At these words.

Every minister prostrated toward Zhao Feng: "Ministers salute the Eldest Son."

Amid this obeisance.

Including ancient nobles nursing grudges against Zhao Feng.

All bent in reverence.

For.

Zhao Feng's role as Eldest Son stood confirmed.

Faced with this sudden homage.

Zhao Feng's look remained intricate.

In that instant.

He emerged as Qin's authentic eldest prince, poised to become the next Crown Prince.

Zhao Feng struggled somewhat to accept this truth.

"Blood recognition proves insufficient alone."

Zhao Feng mused silently.

Divine Sense activated.

A droplet of Ying Zheng's blood on the ground vanished into the Storage Space.

For later, Zhao Feng resolved to perform a test.

Confirming bloodline origins via the Way of the Martial Dao.

"Lords."

"Voices have urged establishing Queen and Crown Prince upon me."

"Now."

"The Empress stands appointed."

"The Crown Prince follows."

"Upon Mount Tai."

"I proclaim Zhao Feng, my true eldest son, as Great Qin's Crown Prince, empowered over military and state, to rule the realm with me," Ying Zheng boomed forth.

Following this edict.

Ministers displayed no astonishment.

From the outset, with Zhao Feng's status revealed, considering Ying Zheng's lavish support for him, his position as legitimate eldest son, plus his own prowess.

No other could claim the Crown Prince mantle if not him.

"The First Emperor bestows vast favor on Lord Wu'an."

"A Crown Prince may handle court matters, but not co-rule the land."

"Newly crowned, yet granted command of army and administration, sharing governance."