DLERB -Chapter 47 Father Emperor Wants to Kill Me? No—He’s Going to Award Me!

“Your Highness!”

“What… what are you laughing at?!”

Li Si suddenly scrambled up from the ground and rushed in front of Ying Ziye.

His voice, twisted by extreme confusion and terror, became sharp and distorted.

“A great disaster is upon us!”

Ying Ziye’s laughter abruptly stopped.

He raised his exquisitely delicate little face, looked at the near-mad Li Si, and blinked his clear eyes.

“Chancellor, what are you afraid of?”

Li Si opened his mouth, almost on the verge of tears.

“Your Highness! Zhao Gao is framing us! The day His Majesty returns to the capital will be our execution day!”

Ying Ziye shook his head and spoke in a soft, childish voice.

Yet those words struck Li Si, Qinglong, and everyone in the treasury like a thunderclap.

“Right now, Father Emperor thinks I will draw a blade and kill him.”

“So as long as what I do is not drawing a blade to kill him…”

“Then in his eyes, everything I do will be a pleasant surprise.”

Silence.

Li Si stood frozen in place as if struck by lightning.

In his mind, the death-net woven from “rebellion,” “military coercion,” and “usurpation” was instantly torn apart by those words.

Yes.

When someone’s expectations of you have fallen to the dust—so low that they believe you will murder your father and seize the throne—

Then anything you do that is not murdering your father or seizing the throne becomes a tremendous merit.

What… what kind of godlike imperial strategy was this?!

Li Si’s body trembled violently.

The way he looked at Ying Ziye was no longer as if looking at a “monster.”

It was as if he were looking at a deity seated above the nine heavens, gazing down at all living beings, playing with hearts and minds at will.

“Thud!”

Li Si dropped to both knees again, pressing his forehead firmly against the cold ground.

This time, it was not fear.

Not submission.

It was the most devout worship from the depths of his soul.

Ying Ziye nodded in satisfaction and ignored him.

He turned toward the corner where a killing intent almost solidified into substance.

“Uncle Qinglong.”

Qinglong stepped forward and knelt on one knee.

“I am here!”

“Go capture the insider mentioned in Zhao Gao’s letter.”

“Then, using that person’s identity, fabricate a complete chain of evidence proving Zhao Gao’s rebellion!”

“Say that Zhao Gao colluded with remnants of the Six Kingdoms and planned to poison and assassinate Father Emperor on his eastern inspection tour—and shift all the blame onto me!”

Qinglong suddenly raised his head, his cold eyes erupting with a terrifying light.

A perfect counterattack—turning the tables completely!

“I obey!”

Ying Ziye then looked at Li Si, who had shifted from despair to fanaticism.

“Chancellor.”

“I am here! Even death cannot stop me!”

“I need you to immediately handle one more thing.”

“Not a ‘petition from the people’—that is too small-minded.”

A bright smile appeared on Ying Ziye’s little face.

“I want you to mobilize all the people of Xianyang!”

“On the day Father Emperor returns, everyone—each person holding a potato seedling—will line the streets to welcome him!”

“I want him to see with his own eyes where the hearts of Great Qin’s people truly lie!”

Li Si’s mind exploded once again.

What a spectacular scene!

What an overwhelmingly dominant scheme!

This was no longer a defense.

This was using the will of the entire city of Xianyang to declare to the First Emperor—

Your son is the true mandate of heaven!

“I… I obey!”

Li Si’s voice had already become distorted with excitement.

Ying Ziye’s gaze finally fell on Wang Jian and Han Xin.

At this moment, Wang Jian had already stood up as well, his aged face filled with shock.

“General Wang Jian, Uncle Han Xin.”

Both stepped forward at the same time and bowed in respect to receive orders.

“Go immediately to the Lantian garrison!”

“No need to pick elite troops!”

Ying Ziye pointed at Han Xin and said in a childish voice:

“Just take those three thousand soldiers Han Xin previously identified—the troublemakers, rogues, and unruly bastards—and ‘invite’ them over!”

Wang Jian froze, instinctively about to object—

But Ying Ziye did not give him the chance.

“No training needed!”

“Put on the new armor we just ‘borrowed’ from those officials!”

“Chop up the sweet potato vines from the experimental fields and feed them to their warhorses!”

“At the moment Father Emperor enters the capital, I want him to see an unprecedented army—one that belongs only to me…”

“The Divine Strategist Army!”

Three orders!

Interlocking like gears!

Each more audacious than the last!

Each more earth-shattering than the one before!

Falsifying evidence, striking back at Zhao Gao!

Harnessing public sentiment, shaking the Emperor’s heart!

Displaying a private army, demonstrating military might!

Wang Jian, Li Si, Qinglong—and even Han Xin, who stood like a stone statue—all felt their breathing stop.

This was not clearing one’s name.

This was a coup.

A completely domineering, utterly undeniable form of coercion aimed at the supreme First Emperor himself!

At that moment, Ying Ziye looked at their stunned expressions and clapped his small hands in satisfaction, giving a final summary of the shocking plan.

Tilting his head slightly, he said in the most innocent voice imaginable the words that made everyone’s scalp tingle:

“This is called ‘fatherly affection and filial piety.’”

“As a son, I will prepare the people’s hearts and the military strength of Great Qin as a gift for Father Emperor.”

“As a father… surely he should praise me properly.”

“And casually… crush that little fly called Zhao Gao, right?”

“Thud!”

Li Si could no longer hold himself up.

He performed a full kowtow toward Ying Ziye, his voice trembling with fanatic excitement.

“Your Highness’s strategy is beyond mortal comprehension—truly divine!”

“This minister will carry it out at once!”

“I will make Xianyang the most magnificent stage for Your Highness!”

“We obey your command!”

Wang Jian, Qinglong, and Han Xin all bowed together.

Just as everyone was preparing to disperse and set in motion a storm capable of overturning Great Qin—

“Chancellor, wait.”

Ying Ziye suddenly called out to Li Si.

Li Si immediately knelt back down.

“Does Your Highness have further instructions?”

Ying Ziye picked up a brocade pouch from the desk and handed it over.

A mysterious, mischievous smile appeared on his face—one that did not belong to a child.

“Just welcoming the people isn’t lively enough.”

“Take this and go outside the city to find a man named Chunyu Yue.”

“Give him a grand funeral.”

“I want the whole world to know exactly how he died.”