My Years as the Retired Emperor of Great Qin

My son, heed your father's words. Beware those surnamed Liu, those surnamed Xiang, and those surnamed Zhao and Gao... Xu Qing, who has transmigrated into Ying Yiren, is giving a lesson to Ying Zheng, who only recently became King of Qin. “Father, if you're so far-sighted, then why didn't you become King of Qin when you returned from Zhao? Why did you insist on becoming the retired emperor instead?” asks the newly ten-year-old Ying Zheng, sounding aggrieved. “Rebellious boy, how dare you talk back? Have you ever known an emperor to live a long life?” Xu Qing roars at Ying Zheng. The ten-year-old King of Qin runs off in tears. Xu Qing then glances at the weather and smiles contentedly. “Servants! Summon the imperial physician, summon Mozi, summon Zhao Ji, serve the meal, summon Xu Fu, and prepare the carriage for Afang Palace.”