Longevity by Picking up Attributes in the Battlefield Chapter 734 Chapter 302: Humble Hu Hai! The Different Treatment of Zhao Zheng's Son and Ying Zheng's Son!

"I never imagined you would be my elder brother!"

Fusu stood tall, gazing at Zhao Feng with eyes full of mixed feelings.

Back then.

My subordinates kept harassing Zhao Feng time and again, seeing him as a sworn foe.

In the end.

Zhao Feng climbed the ranks far too fast.

Wang Wan along with other ministers turned against him, convinced he'd shake the roots of Qin someday.

Ultimately.

When intent on framing another, pretexts are always at hand.

They plainly schemed to take down Zhao Feng, simply crafting excuses for cover.

"You're not the only surprised one—I was in the dark too."

Zhao Feng gave a soft laugh.

Now in this place, he wholly embraced his role as Crown Prince.

As for Fusu.

Zhao Feng felt little hatred, viewing him only as a pitiful pawn pulled by strings.

Besides.

From the moment Wang Wan and others struck at him, Fusu stayed passive, even issuing apologies to soothe tensions. Evidently, his actions weren't by choice.

Concerning him.

Zhao Feng grasped his nature completely.

Far too inflexible.

Deeply swayed by this age's Confucian doctrines, without question.

Still.

His skills hold merit. Guided right, he could surely stabilize a whole territory.

"Perhaps."

"Such is fate."

"Father placed great hopes on me before, yet I disappointed and couldn't match them."

"You fulfill Father's dreams for what lies ahead."

"Qin's path ahead grows steadier with your presence," Fusu spoke, tinged with wistfulness.

"You show rare broad-mindedness."

"I assumed you'd begrudge me seizing your place," Zhao Feng smiled.

"What's not destined for me stays beyond reach, and I've borne heavy loads since early on—Father's hopes, the courtiers' demands."

"Refusal wouldn't have stopped their insistence."

"Now you've stepped in, lifting all that weight from me." Fusu grinned widely, relief flooding him with true freedom.

"You outshine all your other brothers," Zhao Feng commended.

"Against you, I pale."

Fusu shook his head, then asked with worry, "Empress confirmed, Crown Prince set, court dynamics shifting—what of those veteran ministers, elder brother?"

"Old must yield for new to rise."

"Bound by stale customs, how thrives an empire?"

"In this seat now, shifts come as a matter of course," Zhao Feng chuckled lightly.

Ending talk with Fusu, he marched boldly to the Morning Discussion Hall.

"He truly aims to upheaval the court."

"May Huai Xiang and rest awaken."

Fusu sighed inwardly.

The hidden meaning in Zhao Feng's words reached him clearly.

"Curse that Zhao Feng."

From the side, Hu Hai fixed a stare on Zhao Feng, resentment boiling.

Even amid his frosty malice.

Zhao Feng tilted his head just a bit and spotted Hu Hai instantly.

"This one harbors grand schemes, still plotting my death."

"Very well."

"Come quietly then; letting you live would mock Qin's true history," Zhao Feng pondered icily.

He ignored Hu Hai entirely.

Arrogant and wholly useless.

Mighty Qin fell to this lone failure. Absent Zhao Feng, Qin Shi Huang would have ripped Hu Hai apart upon learning his deeds.

"The First Emperor approaches court!"

"Officials, offer respects!"

A mighty call boomed from the hall's depths.

Shortly after.

Hall doors burst wide.

Imperial Guards arrayed sternly at the entrance, forbidding weapons within.

Zhao Feng entered at once.

Free of hindrance.

Guards saluted as he strode by.

Crown Prince now commands all.

They bow as his vassals.

Zhao Feng claimed Lord Wu'an's seat and settled in.

Hundred officials streamed in neatly.

Courtiers fully assembled.

"The First Emperor arrives."

A roar swept the court.

"Ministers hail the First Emperor."

"First Emperor, ten thousand years!"

"Great Qin, ten thousand years!"

Fervent cries resounded everywhere.

In this vibrant hall.

Ying Zheng, donning black dragon emperor robes and crown, advanced to the lofty throne.

His hand rose.

"Everyone, stand," Ying Zheng intoned commandingly.

Plain to see.

After reclaiming his wife openly, Ying Zheng's vigor shone brighter.

"Thanks to First Emperor."

All civil-martial officials cried as one.

This instant!

Ying Zheng eyed Zhao Feng at Grand Commandant's post.

And Hu Hai below the steps.

Fusu wisely joined civil officials, while Hu Hai loomed conspicuously, demanding attention.

"Now."

"Crown Prince established."

"Prince for state affairs unneeded now."

"Hu Hai."

"No more court for you."

"Depart immediately."

Ying Zheng called out to Hu Hai directly.

With one phrase.

Hu Hai stood embarrassed at stairs' foot, face reddening.

Defy he could not.

"Your son receives the order."

Hu Hai bowed in compliance, withdrawing with bitterness.

Turning away.

Hatred and refusal filled his face.

"For Fusu."

"Name a Nine Ministers role you wish."

Ying Zheng shifted gaze to Fusu.

"Father's will guides me," Fusu answered promptly.

"Heart full of benevolence and virtue."

"Caring for realm's matters."

"Two options I grant: aid in Nine Ministers post.

"Or command a county I award."

Ying Zheng stated deliberately.

At these words.

Huai Zhuang and old ministers betrayed unease.

Fusu staying in Xianyang might yet open future doors.