Chapter 23: The Old King of Qin, Numbed by Anger—Your Group Member, the Ancestral Dragon of Great Qin, Has Logged Off!

Li Er stared at the celestial screen. Although history books recorded Huhai as being exceptionally dim-witted, he had never imagined that a person could be incompetent to such an extreme degree.

With uprisings breaking out everywhere... and you are still reveling in song and dance?

"I wonder what Brother Zheng will think when he sees this!" Li Er remarked with a wry smile, then continued to watch.

"This brat, if nothing else, certainly knows how to play—he’s tried many positions that even I haven't!"

Upon seeing Huhai in this state, Emperor Wu of Han finally understood why it had been so easy for his ancestors to rebel. This damn fool had truly done everything he shouldn't have done, and failed to do a single thing he actually should have! History books were clearly too conservative; if any family produced a creature like this, their ancestral graves would surely explode from the shame.

Zhu Di was so infuriated by Huhai that he nearly suffered a brain hemorrhage. As a wise ruler, was it appropriate for him to be subjected to this? This could no longer be described as mere incompetence—this was pure, unadulterated idiocy! The Ming Dynasty must never produce such a monstrosity.

Meanwhile, the generations of old Qin kings were vomiting blood in their rage. King Wu of Qin, in the middle of lifting a bronze tripod, felt his blood pressure spike so violently at the sight that he lost his grip and was crushed beneath it. King Zhaoxiang of Qin cursed aloud, his face filled with despair. "A century of Qin’s hard work, a century of effort, ruined in an instant! Ruined!"

King Xiaowen of Qin, who had been so overjoyed at having Ying Zheng as his grandson that he had nearly forgotten his own illness, felt his health improving—until he saw this scene of Huhai. He was so struck by rage that he coughed up a mouthful of blood. "Unfilial descendant... you have destroyed my Great Qin..." He cursed one last time before dying. As for Ying Yiren, he was so enraged that he vowed to cut off the family line after Brother Zheng!

In Great Qin, Ying Zheng’s face could no longer be described as merely dark. He was trembling with fury; the veins on his temples and neck were bulging, and his expression was hideous. He didn't even care about the sweet potato in his hand anymore, hurling it to the ground!

Was this the state of affairs after his son Huhai ascended the throne? Was this really his own flesh and blood? At this moment, if heaven offered him a second chance, he would rather have wiped his seed on the wall. Who could have imagined that such a reckless moment could produce such a worthless wretch? What kind of thing was this? Was he even human?

On the celestial screen, the emperors of various dynasties, ever eager to stir the pot, flooded the chat with messages.

"A Broken Bowl": "Oh my... the First Emperor isn't getting flustered, is he? No way? Surely not? There’s more to come, you know?"

"I Am the Successor of the Red Dragon": "Heh heh, in that case, since I founded the Han Dynasty, this Huhai deserves the credit! Hahaha..."

"Li Er of the Great Tang": "If any family produced a thing like this, their ancestral graves would surely explode!"

Watching the comments from both later generations and other dynasties, Ying Zheng felt so humiliated he wanted to crawl into a crack in the ground.

At that moment, Huhai arrived at the main hall with a group of princes and princesses. He had been playing with singing girls in the back courtyard and hadn't noticed the events on the celestial screen. He reached the hall with no idea what was happening. Seeing Huhai, Ying Zheng ignored the screen and exited the chat group.

*Ding! Your group member 'Great Qin Ancestral Dragon' has gone offline!*

Ying Zheng could no longer contain himself. He charged down from the high platform at a sprinter's pace and kicked Huhai three meters away. "You miserable wretch, I'll beat you to death!" With a roar, the First Emperor’s fists rained down upon Huhai like a storm.

Huhai, terrified by the sudden onslaught, wailed and rolled across the floor, trying to dodge. However, this only fueled the First Emperor’s rage further. He snatched a sweet potato from a court official and began swinging it wildly at his son.

The princes and princesses were stunned, watching with trembling hearts. They had never seen their father so furious—not even when the eldest brother had defied him.

After a while, Fusu could bear it no longer. He stepped forward to intervene. "Father, please calm your anger. Do not ruin your health. It is better to wait until we have seen the rest before passing judgment!"

Hearing Fusu, the First Emperor calmed down slightly, though his chest still heaved violently. Gasping for air and exhausted, he stopped his assault. Huhai lay curled on the ground, beaten into a pathetic, trembling mess, unable to even speak.

On the celestial screen, the scene shifted again. It displayed the morning court session. Facing the loyal officials who were pleading with him, warning that the Great Qin was in a moment of crisis and that rebel armies were everywhere, the young man on the throne showed no concern. Instead, a flicker of impatience crossed his eyes as he yawned, looking as though he hadn't slept well.

The officials, seeing his dismissive attitude, risked death to continue their pleas, but he ignored them. They were filled with grief and indignation. Some officials, unable to stomach his incompetence, cursed him, while others offered sound strategies to save the dynasty.

But in the end, all they received was: "This is pure gibberish! My Great Qin is currently at peace under heaven! Drag them out and behead them!" The young emperor sat on the throne, his face twisted in rage—whether from being exposed or simply refusing to admit his own incompetence, it was unclear.

Following the young man’s cold command, those loyal officials, whose families had served the Qin for generations, were dragged out of the hall by guards and executed. He even declared, "If anyone else dares to meddle or speak nonsense, that will be your fate as well!"

From that day on, no one in the entire court dared to offer counsel again! No official dared to do anything!

Seeing this from beneath the celestial screen, Ying Zheng was on the verge of a total breakdown. His eyes bloodshot, he roared, "Rebellious son! So incompetent—will the foundations of the Great Qin not be ruined by your hands? Rebellious son, you wretched, rebellious son!"

He lunged forward, intending to punish Huhai again. Meanwhile, Huhai, curled in a corner, finally saw that the person sitting on the throne on the screen was indeed himself. For a moment, he had no idea how to explain...