Chapter 133 Bo Yikao's luxurious lunch: A family should be neat and tidy
This is why Gongsun Ce was unwilling to become a king. There were too many things to take care of and too many concerns.

It’s better to play the game of divine right of kings and become a god, watching the people below kowtow to you, and then give them some sweet rewards if you like it.

If anyone questions Gongsun Ce, kill him. It is disrespectful to God and will be punished by heaven!
All we seek in life is wealth and power.

As for money, Gongsun Ce is not short of it at the moment. If he really is short of it, it would be good to force buying and selling.

If you sell a pair of chopsticks that Gongsun Ce has touched to someone else and put a price tag of one thousand gold coins on them, there will be an endless stream of people coming to buy them. This is the so-called soft bribe.

As for power, divine authority is higher than royal authority, and that is enough.

As for power, he has no shortage of it. With power comes power.

So, apart from strength, Gongsun Ce really lacks nothing.

It is not enough to be merely half-step towards the unity of man and nature.

Even S-level bloodlines have different levels, not to mention that above them are the Four Dragon Kings, above the four Dragon Kings is the White King, and above the White King is the Black King.

After receiving Gongsun Ce's suggestion, Ying Zheng was silent for a moment and then pushed the door open and entered the bedroom.

The bedroom was dark. Zhao Ji did not light a lamp or get up.

She has been lying there since last night, waiting for Ying Zheng's final judgment.

She knew that Lao Ai and his followers were just a mob, and even if they attacked Ying Zheng suddenly, there was no possibility of killing him.

"Queen Mother!"

Ying Zheng's address was cold and distant, which made Zhao Ji couldn't help but smile bitterly.

"Hey, Zheng'er, don't you want to call me mother anymore?"

Zhao Ji's words triggered Ying Zheng's anger, "Since you know you are my mother, why do you help Lao Ai?"

Zhao Ji was silent for a moment, "He stole the Phoenix Seal, I didn't give it to him."

Ying Zheng's anger subsided a little, but just when Ying Zheng was about to let her go gently, a boy of three or four years old ran to Zhao Ji from the depths of the palace.

"Mother!"

Zhao Ji rubbed the little boy's head lovingly, "Mother is here."

After Zhao Ji stroked the little boy's head, she suddenly realized that she had done something stupid.

Although there was no light, Zhao Ji felt that Ying Zheng's face must be ashen at this moment.

There was a flash of anger in Ying Zheng's eyes, as if he wanted to burn the child in front of him to ashes.

The air in the bedroom was suddenly filled with a depressing and tense atmosphere.

"Mother, who is he? And where is father?"

"Mother? Father?" Ying Zheng's voice was completely cold and gloomy. "Yes, very good!"

Ying Zheng walked closer to the child of Lao Ai and Zhao Ji step by step. It was a delicate little life with clear and bright eyes, as if he could see through people's hearts.

However, in Ying Zheng's eyes, this boy was a stain, an existence he could not tolerate.

He suddenly stretched out his hand, trying to snatch the child from Zhao Ji's arms.

Zhao Ji screamed in horror, she hugged the child tightly, tears streaming down her face.

"Zheng'er, you can't do this! He is your brother!"

Zhao Ji cried and her voice was full of despair and pleading.

However, Ying Zheng remained unmoved.

There was only anger and disgust in his eyes. He pulled Zhao Ji's arm hard, trying to snatch the child away.

Zhao Ji tried her best to protect the child, her body trembling from the effort.

Her heart was filled with fear and pain. She knew that she could not stop Ying Zheng's actions, but she still wanted to protect this innocent little life.

Women are weak by nature but become strong when they become mothers. Zhao Ji indeed burst out with unprecedented strength and tried her best to stop Ying Zheng.

Unfortunately, Zhao Ji's struggle was useless.

Ying Zheng snatched the boy from Zhao Ji's arms. He held the weak little life in his arms, but his heart was filled with disgust and anger.

Then, with the moonlight from outside, Ying Zheng could see the little boy's appearance clearly. He looked very much like Zhao Ji, and not at all like Lao Ai.

If before Lao Ai's evil incident, Ying Zheng would have spared the child's life for Zhao Ji's sake, but now it is no longer possible.

He shook the child vigorously, as if he wanted to completely erase this stain from his life.

"You bastard! You shouldn't have come into this world!"

Ying Zheng roared, his voice echoing in the palace.

Zhao Ji knelt on the ground, crying bitterly, her heart filled with regret and self-blame.

She knew she had done something wrong, but she never thought she would hurt her child.

At this moment, Ying Zheng suddenly lifted the child up high and prepared to throw him to the ground.

Zhao Ji slid in front of Ying Zheng and caught the boy with her body.

Ying Zheng looked at the scene in front of him and took a deep breath. Because he was offering sacrifices to his ancestors, he did not bring the Qin King's Sword, but there was someone nearby who had a sword.

"Mr. Gongsun, can you lend me your sword?"

When Gongsun Ce heard Ying Zheng's words, he shrugged, took out the Tianwen Sword and threw it casually.

The Tianwen Sword was wrapped in the breeze, shot out like lightning, and landed at Ying Zheng's feet.

Ying Zheng drew out the Tianwen Sword at his feet and pointed it at Zhao Ji, "Get out of the way!" "No! I won't!"

Zhao Ji held the little boy tightly in her arms. Ying Zheng had already raised the Tianwen Sword at this time. If it weren't for Zhao Ji's act of protecting her son, Ying Zheng would have chopped him down.

At this moment, a baby cried, "Wa~wa~wa..."

Ying Zheng was in a trance for a moment, "Oh, right, there is one more, mother, choose, do you want the one in your arms to live, or the one who can only cry to live!"

The sadness on Zhao Ji's face became more and more intense, "Why! Why can't you let my child go!"

Ying Zheng forced Zhao Ji to look up and look at him, "I am also your child, why don't you let Lao Ai let me go?

Is the position of Marquis Changxin too low, or is the position of the Queen Mother too high?"

Ying Zheng took a deep breath and walked forward following the crying sound, all the way to the baby in the cradle. Ying Zheng picked up the baby and walked to Zhao Ji.

"Okay, since you don't choose, then I'll help you choose."

After saying that, Ying Zheng held the baby in his left hand, and with his right hand he raised the Tianwen Sword and pointed it at the baby's neck and was about to stab it.

"Stop!" Zhao Ji looked at the little boy in her arms and the baby in the swaddling clothes, and made a choice, "Give him to me!"

Zhao Ji pushed the little boy in her arms out and then tried to snatch the baby in Ying Zheng's arms.

Seeing this, Ying Zheng took a step back to avoid Zhao Ji's pounce, and then kicked the little boy to the threshold of his bedroom.

Immediately afterwards, Ying Zheng kicked the little boy again and kicked him out of the bedroom.

Seeing that the baby was not retrieved and the little boy was kicked out of the palace, Zhao Ji felt heartbroken.

"No!"

She no longer cared about King Zhuangxiang of Qin, she no longer cared about Lu Buwei, Lao Ai was just a pastime to her, and she even no longer cared about Ying Zheng.

But these two children are her spiritual sustenance. Once they die, I am afraid she will lose the motivation to live.

But Ying Zheng didn't care about Zhao Ji's thoughts when the little boy was kicked out of the bedroom.

The imperial guards surrounding the bedroom, Wang Ben, Zhang Han, Wei Liao and Gongsun Ce all saw the little boy who looked exactly like Zhao Ji.

"Don't try to avoid me. I have lived my life with integrity. Even if someone misleads me, I will let him do whatever he wants. Someone, keep an eye on Queen Mother Zhao!"

As soon as Ying Zheng finished speaking, the imperial guards formed a human wall in front of Zhao Ji, preventing her from approaching the little boy.

Ying Zheng calmly raised the sword, and when the sword fell, the little boy's left hand was cut off, and blood splattered onto the baby's face on Ying Zheng's left hand.

The warm touch made the baby cry even louder, "Wa~wa~wa..."

Ying Zheng ignored it, raised his sword and swung it again, and the next moment the little boy's right hand flew out.

The little boy almost fainted from the pain, and the weakness from the blood loss made him unable to cry out.

Ying Zheng looked at the crying baby in his arms, then looked at Zhao Ji, and couldn't help but sigh, "The past cannot be changed. The future can still be pursued."

Gongsun Ce couldn't help but shook his head. It would be strange if Ying Zheng could really let it go.

He could even be happy for a moment when he saw Yan Dan, let alone Zhao Ji, who depended on him for life.

However, Gongsun Ce felt that Ying Zheng was really cruel, forcing Zhao Ji, a mother, to watch her child being torn into pieces by five horses.

But then again, if Lao Ai really succeeded in capturing Ying Zheng, would he show mercy to Ying Zheng's men?
"Pfft!"

A mushroom-shaped object flew out and landed in front of Zhao Ji.

Ying Zheng's voice was a little cold. Since Lao Ai had never experienced it, then the son should pay for his father's debt.

Zhao Ji's face had turned pale at this moment. It was obvious that she was deeply hurt by witnessing such torture and being unable to do anything about it.

Zhao Ji suddenly sneered, "Ha! I don't have a son as cruel and heartless as you!"

After hearing this, Ying Zheng felt as if struck by lightning, but he would not stop his hands.

"Pfft!"

A left leg fell in front of Zhao Ji.

No one knows a son better than his mother. Zhao Ji knew how to hurt Ying Zheng's heart the most, and Ying Zheng also knew how to hurt Zhao Ji's heart.

"what!"

Zhao Ji let out a wail, but was stopped by the imperial guards.

Ying Zheng suddenly felt bored. After cutting off the little boy's right leg, he wiped the Tianwen sword with his sleeve, held the Tianwen sword in both hands and handed it to Gongsun Ce.

Gongsun Ce waved his hand, and the Tianwen Sword left Ying Zheng's hand and returned to the scabbard at Gongsun Ce's waist.

Ying Zheng turned his back to Zhao Ji and ordered the guards, "Drag him away, chop him into meat sauce, and feed it to Lao Ai. Before he eats it, tell him the origin of the meat sauce."

"Yes!"
Soon the guards came forward and dragged the little boy away.

After hearing Ying Zheng's words, Zhao Ji completely lost all her strength and collapsed to the ground.

Ying Zheng's murderous words rang out at the right moment, "Mother, if you hadn't stopped me just now, he would have had a happy death and wouldn't have to suffer so much."

Ying Zheng looked at the baby on his left who had fallen asleep after crying himself tired, "He really looks like Lao Ai. I have to say, Lao Ai may have made you, my mother, feel the long-lost happiness.

But this kind of happiness will only drag you into the abyss. Thank you, mother. You made me understand the falsehood of love. "

After saying this, Ying Zheng raised the baby in his hand high above his head, ready to throw the baby to death with all his strength.

The family must be together, and Ying Zheng had already decided to dismember Lao Ai by six horses. Only the extreme pain was worthy of what Lao Ai had done.

(End of this chapter)