Longevity by Picking up Attributes in the Battlefield

Chapter 342: Chapter 156: Ying Zheng: If He Were Her Son, I Would Have Made Him Crown Prince Long Ago! (Part 2)

Ying Zheng believed it when others said he feared death, but he did not believe it when Zhao Feng said so.

”I truly fear death,” Zhao Feng said, looking as if he were about to cry.

He charged into the fray to collect Attributes. He also had his own formidable Strength to rely on; otherwise, he never would have charged. After all, the feeling of collecting Attributes and Lifespan was one that Zhao Feng enjoyed far too much.

”Now that I have arranged a marriage for you, when do you plan to hold the wedding? In Xianyang or your hometown?” Ying Zheng asked with a smile.

”My mother dislikes traveling. Naturally, the wedding banquet will be held in my hometown,” Zhao Feng replied.

”That’s a pity. Then I cannot attend. Shaqiu is more than a thousand miles away from Xianyang,” Ying Zheng said with a hint of disappointment.

Clearly, had the wedding banquet been held in Xianyang, Ying Zheng would have attended. But as the king of a nation, such a long journey was ultimately inconvenient.

”If the Great King wishes to attend the wedding banquet, how could I refuse?” Zhao Feng said with a chuckle. ”I can hold one in Xianyang and another in my hometown.”

He had promised Wang Yan the greatest wedding banquet the world had ever seen. Without the Great King’s attendance, how could it be called the greatest?

Listening to Zhao Feng’s words, Ying Zheng smiled faintly, ”That would be acceptable.”

”If the Great King agrees, that would be wonderful,” Zhao Feng said, genuinely happy. ”Then, in the next two months, the Great King will have to attend three wedding banquets.”

If he could connect to the future right now, Zhao Feng would have wanted to start a live broadcast: ’Emperor Qin Shi Huang Attends a Wedding Banquet!’

”To be honest,” Ying Zheng said, his voice filled with emotion, ”had you not been engaged to Wang Jian’s daughter, I would have considered giving you my daughter in marriage.”

”The Great King should keep his daughter. I have no desire to serve an ancestor,” Zhao Feng replied with brutal honesty.

Hearing the word ”ancestor,” even Ying Zheng laughed in amusement and slight annoyance. ”Do you think all my daughters are unreasonable creatures? To think you would even disdain a daughter of mine.”

”I’m marrying a wife to build a life with, not so my mother has to face a princess every day—one she can’t offend and can’t touch. So, the Great King’s daughters should be left to those other young and talented men.”

Accustomed to the Great King’s tone, Zhao Feng had completely relaxed and was no longer afraid.

”Others can’t become my son-in-law even if they beg for it. You, kid, are really something else,” Ying Zheng said, shaking his head and feigning extreme frustration.

”Haha, Great King,” Zhao Feng quickly changed the subject, raising the wine jug in a toast to Ying Zheng. ”Let’s drink! We’ll drink our fill today. We won’t stop until you are thoroughly drunk.”

”Good,” Ying Zheng laughed heartily. ”I’d like to see which of us gets drunk first today.”

In the steaming hot spring, Ying Zheng and Zhao Feng drank wine and ate meat, conversing in a very harmonious and pleasant manner.

At this moment, Ying Zheng had also rarely set aside his kingly majesty, and Zhao Feng no longer treated him as the one and only Emperor Qin Shi Huang. Instead, he treated him like an ordinary friend, chatting and drinking wine. Time quietly slipped by.

「Outside the Hot Spring Pavilion.」

Zhao Gao, along with a group of palace maids and eunuchs, was still waiting in silence. The loud bursts of laughter that occasionally came from within the pavilion startled Zhao Gao and all the attending servants, leaving them speechless with shock.

Especially Zhao Gao, who had always served him closely. He would never mistake the sound of Ying Zheng’s hearty, genuine laughter.

”Director,” an eunuch said in a low voice, bowing, ”the Great King seems different today than he has in the past.”

As soon as the words were spoken, Zhao Gao shot him a chilling glare. ”Do you dare to gossip about the Great King?” Zhao Gao asked coldly.

”This servant wouldn’t dare,” the eunuch who had spoken exclaimed in fright, hastily kneeling. ”Director, please forgive me.”

Although in the eyes of the court’s many powerful ministers, Zhao Gao was just a servant, a eunuch, to the servants within the Royal Palace, he was an existence that held the power of life and death over them.