The Moon in the Qin Dynasty

Chapter 433 Son, My Son (asking for monthly ticket~)

Even if we find evidence, what does it matter? We can't keep it.

The fact is that this little bitch always stands by the side of violent weapons and keeps a low profile.

Without the support of strong force, people are too lazy to play house with you and directly use the simplest and most effective method.

The result was that it ended up in a mess and nothing was accomplished.

In the end, Ji Wuye just caught a few scapegoats to save Han Wangan's face.

Of course, this comes at a cost.

Under the pressure of Ji Wuye, Han Fei temporarily took over the position of Sikou, but the word "temporary" and the two words "Sikou" were no longer in his title, and he was also asked by Han Wangan to be under house arrest for one year.

Zhang Liang, who was implicated, was also locked up at home and not allowed to go out, and was also confined to his room for a year.

Han Fei was completely disheartened by this blow, and completely hopeless about the entire South Korea.

In the whole of Korea, there was no one else or place that could make him feel warm except Zhang Liang.

And now, even this last person is gone.

This unfortunate drunkard could only turn his grief and anger into strength and concentrate on writing his own book. After all, he was under house arrest and there was really nothing else he could do.

Every day I drink and write books.

This is also a good thing. After calming down, he can finally concentrate on writing the book. Now, it has been completed and he is making the final revisions.

But he really couldn't be happy. His mood was just like the cold winter wind.

The book was well written and he was very satisfied with it, but who would use these monarchical techniques?

South Korea? Reform?
Stop it, this is a joke.

Who else can I give it to?

Looking around the world, only the Qin State, which attached the most importance to Legalism, could truly make the best use of it.

However, Qin's momentum of unification was already obvious, and Han was Qin's first stumbling block. If it added fuel to the fire of Qin's fire, wouldn't that be more of an aid to the enemy?
Han Fei sighed quietly, his face full of worry. He looked up at the moon and sighed again.

I would never be willing to accept the fact that my hard work is shelved and never sees the light of day.

But if we help the enemy country become stronger, it would be even more unacceptable.

What can I do?

I can only watch it again.

Now that things have come to this, drink!
Finally, the eighth year of King Zheng of Qin arrived, and Qin Shi Huang was really not happy that year.

The reason why Ying Zheng was unhappy was that Queen Mother Xia fell ill after a winter.

Ever since Zichu passed away, Queen Mother Xia, who was overly sad, has been in poor health.

Over the years, she had seen Ying Zheng doing things in an orderly manner and the Qin Dynasty prospering, so she no longer had anything to worry about.

After Ying Zheng had children, he enjoyed the happiness of family life. However, the sorrow in his heart was only slightly relieved but difficult to eradicate.

I had suffered from many illnesses last year, and despite the best efforts of the Imperial Hospital, my condition was only delayed until this year. As soon as winter began, I was completely bedridden and unable to get out of bed.

It was really difficult for Ying Zheng to be happy about this.

Queen Mother Xia was a gentle and loving grandmother who gave Ying Zheng the most care.

Queen Mother Xia came from a wealthy family and had no shortage of food and clothing throughout her life, but it could hardly be said that she was a happy woman.

After Queen Dowager Xia fell ill, her physical condition deteriorated rapidly. Even though Ying Zheng asked Nian Duan to lead all the imperial doctors in the Imperial Medical Bureau to treat her, they still could not prevent her death.

Even if Ying Zheng took action personally, it would be useless. Birth, aging, sickness and death are the destiny of heaven. Now Queen Mother Xia is already haggard and weak. Her body is leaking blood. No matter how much true energy she injected into her body or how many tonics she drank, all of it was drained out.

More importantly, she had no desire to survive.

She knew she was going to die, she was not old yet, but she had no fear of death.

The hall was filled with the smell of medicine, mixed with incense, and there was a little mist.

At this time, Queen Mother Xia was leaning on the bed, looking out the window leisurely, recalling her life.

Her hair had turned completely white eight years ago.

When she was young, she married King Xiaowen, who was still a prince at the time, and became his concubine. She was one of his first wives and concubines, but she was not favored because her husband had too many wives and concubines.

I once thought that maybe having a child would change things.

However, even though she gave birth to a son for her husband, she was still not favored, and her son was also not favored as a result.

When his son was a teenager, he was sent to the State of Zhao as a hostage. At that time, the two countries of Qin and Zhao were at war for years, and being a hostage could be said to be a life-and-death situation.

This was indeed the case. In the Battle of Changping, Bai Qi killed more than 400,000 Zhao soldiers. The entire Zhao state was in mourning and every household was weeping.

Every Zhao person has a deep hatred for the Qin people. When they think of the Qin people, they feel like their gums are bleeding. They wish they could eat the flesh and sleep on the skin of every Qin person.

My son, my son, the stranger.

His life and death hangs by a thread.

As a hostage of Qin, he had a hard time every day in Zhao and was worried and anxious every day.

During the siege of Handan, the King of Zhao was furious and wanted to kill him to vent his anger. If he had not escaped in advance, he would have been killed for sure.

But she was just an unpopular concubine of the prince, and could not say a word about such major events between the two countries. She could only pray to God day and night, hoping that Yiren could return safely.

Finally, my son returned safely.

God bless you, okay, I hope you come back safely.

Yi Ren changed his name to Zi Chu.
He has another mother.

Yes, only with the favor of Lady Huayang can he have the opportunity to realize his ambitions.

It’s good that you’re back, it’s good that you’re back safely.

I know the resentment and grief in my son's heart, and nothing else matters.

As long as the stranger is safe.

The previous king passed away.

The husband became the king, the son became the crown prince, and the grandson returned safely. The family was reunited, happy, and the happy days were finally coming.

It is good that life is bitter at first but sweet later. My grandson is born smart and can enjoy the happiness of family.

so good.

But why are happy days always so short?

Has the world always been like this?

My husband died just one year after he ascended the throne.

It doesn’t matter, I still have my son. My son is still here.

My grandson is the prince favored by heaven, my son is working hard to become a strong country, the Qin Dynasty is becoming more and more prosperous, and everything is good.

Yes, happy days are always short.

This is how things have always been.

My son, my only son, is also gone.

My son, stranger, stranger, my son.

As he lay dying in my arms, weeping. He used to be tall and strong, but now he was so haggard that he looked unrecognizable, just like I am now.

The powerful palm was now just skin and bones, completely devoid of any warmth.

My son, Yiren, is not important, none of that matters.

You grew up drinking your mother's milk, so it doesn't matter what your name is.

What is there to feel guilty about in front of my mother? None of it matters.

Mother wishes you were well. Mother wants to exchange her life for your health.

Your mother remembers clearly every smile and every cry of your childhood.

When you were a child, you were always naughty when sleeping, and your mother had to cover you with a quilt several times every night. She was so afraid that you would catch a cold.

But, you are in your mother's arms now, why don't you speak?

Why aren't your hands hot anymore?

Why don’t you cry, laugh, and make noise like when you were a child?

Yiren, please continue to bother your mother.

How much mother wants to hear your laughter again, or even your crying.

My son, Yiren, my son!
My son! My only son!

Oh my God! Oh my God!

God, why are you always so cruel?

You took my child away when you were young, and we were reunited after going through countless dangers, but why did you take him away again so soon?
Only four years, and only three years since he officially succeeded to the throne.

The most important men in my life passed away one after another in the space of four short years.

How cruel you are to let the old send off the young!

He left behind only a grandson who was only thirteen years old, and another younger and more ignorant grandson.

Thirteen years old, only thirteen years old. Are you going to leave a child like him to shoulder the heavy burden of the Qin Dynasty? Can the child bear it?
How cruel it is to ask a child like him to face the tigers, leopards, jackals and wolves both inside and outside!

My grandson's mother and I cannot provide much help to the child.

Madam Huayang, Sister Huayang, she is really a good person.

She helped my son ascend to the throne, and now she is doing her best to help my grandson.

Even if I have to give her my sons and grandchildren, I would be willing to do so.

My grandson is truly divine by nature, blessed by God, and he handles state affairs with ease and in an orderly manner, and everything is on the right track.

Maybe God has given all the blessings to my grandson, and then I will feel relieved.

My poor grandson, he is so tired, he shouldn't bear such a burden at his age.

The result is good after all.

Under the leadership of his grandson, the Qin Dynasty became stronger and stronger. He also took in many concubines and had children.

It’s so nice to see my grandchildren growing up healthily and having many children.

If other people saw this, they would definitely be pleased.

Yiren, your mother is here to see you.

Qin Wangzheng eight years.

Queen Mother Xia died.

Before her death, Queen Mother Xia requested that she be buried alone in Dudong and not with her husband.

King Xiaowen of Qin was buried in Shouling, King Zhuangxiang of Qin was buried in Zhiyang, and Dudong was between the two.

"I look east to my son and west to my husband. In a hundred years, there will be a city of ten thousand families nearby."

Besides her husband, she also has her son, Yiren, in her heart.

Ying Zheng held a national mourning for Queen Mother Xia.

He was buried with the rites for an emperor.

All the countries sent envoys to Qin to express their condolences.

Another 2,000 households were relocated to Dudong to guard the tomb of Queen Mother Xia.

It won’t take a hundred years.

Three generations should have lights in thousands of homes.

(End of this chapter)