I, the First Emperor's Younger Brother, Fight to Survive

When I woke up, I discovered that I had become the illegitimate child of Zhao Ji and Lao Ai. My parents were discussing a rebellion, and my mother even pointed at me and said that once they succeeded, she'd make me the King of Qin. Mother, you really are my mother! What did I ever do to deserve this from you?! A few days later, the rebellion failed. Lao Ai had already been executed at Qinian Palace. Zhao Ji was holding me and my younger brother, trembling with fear. My older half-brother, the young King Zheng of Qin, the future First Emperor, had come for us. According to the records, I would be stuffed into a sack and beaten to death. Was the life I'd only just managed to get back really going to end here? No! We people of the Great China never give up! When my younger brother and I were each stuffed into a sack, I worked myself up and used every ounce of my acting ability to shout from inside mine: "Hu Hai, the Great Qin will fall because of you!" My words made King Zheng stop what he was doing. I was delighted, and pressed on: "Don't think that killing all of us princes of Qin will let you sit securely on the throne!" "You'll issue a false edict ordering your eldest brother, Fusu, to die and usurp the throne. How could the officials at court accept you? You have neither talent nor virtue. How will you suppress the remnants of the Six States, who are always ready to strike back?" "Ancestors of Qin, if your spirits are watching over us, save us! Save the Great Qin!" King Zheng's pupils suddenly shrank. He yanked the sack open and pressed a hand hard against my shoulder. "The 'Fusu' you mentioned, is he my eldest son? What happened to my Great Qin?" Year 20 of King Zheng's reign, Qin attacks Chu. King Zheng patted my shoulder and said, "Wait here. I'll have someone bring your mother back unharmed." My face went pale as I panicked over the lie that was about to be exposed. Eleven years ago, to save my life, I lied to King Zheng and told him I was his son from the future. I even made up a mother who was a dancer in the Chu royal palace. Would my good days finally be over, eleven years later? That night, I packed a small bundle and sneaked out of the palace, only to be stopped at the city gate by "Father." In the dawn light, my tall "Father" walked toward me one step at a time. Each step felt like it was crushing my heart. "Aren't you my son? Why are you running?" P.S. The main story is told in third person, and focuses on everyday life and family interactions. This is a fictional parallel-world version of Qin, so please don't nitpick the history. Coming soon: The First Emperor's Daughter's Lie-Flat Life Chang Huan transmigrates as a little princess. After observing for a while, she notices how quiet the palace is. Nobody is scheming against anyone, and a baby like her isn't expected to perform for anyone. So she sprawls out on the bed and decides to lie flat. Babies really do sleep so well~ Until one day, Chang Huan is carried before her biological father and discovers that her dad is Ying Zheng, the First Emperor. Holy cow, Ying Zheng, the First Emperor? Chang Huan bolts upright, though she is at death's door. What year was she born in, relative to the First Emperor? If Ying Zheng is already called the First Emperor, doesn't that mean he'll die in a few years? If the First Emperor dies, won't her good life as a princess be over too? No, no, she has to figure out a way to keep her long-term meal ticket safe. "Fa-" Chang Huan clings to Ying Zheng like glue, impossible to peel off. After trying several times and failing, Ying Zheng reluctantly decides to take the child into his own care. He never expected that one moment of softness would bring him such a huge liability. If he spends too long reading memorials each day, the little brat blows out his lamp. Every time he takes out his elixirs, the little brat kicks them away. And if he eats too little at a meal, the little brat gives him a disapproving look. In the end, Ying Zheng realizes that he hasn't raised a daughter at all. He's raised himself a little tyrant! 2. Me, Li Jiancheng, on the Eve of the Xuanwu Gate Incident I've transmigrated, and I'm in the Tang dynasty. I'm Li Jiancheng, the hidden crown prince, and I'm right on the eve of the Xuanwu Gate Incident. Is there still any hope for me? If I want to survive, I'll have to find a way, even if there isn't one! Li Jiancheng looks at Li Shimin, who is supposedly vomiting blood after drinking the poisoned wine he gave him. He rushes over and catches him. "Emperor Taizong, what's wrong, Emperor Taizong? The Tang dynasty can't do without you!" "Somebody, help our Emperor Taizong! He's the white moonlight of the Tang dynasty, its red rose, its pride and hope! Thanks to his 'Qin Prince's Battle Formation Song,' the Tang dynasty was pulled back from the brink of collapse!" Li Shimin: "?" Later, before Li Yuan, Li Jiancheng cries and says, "Emperor Gaozu, please stop fighting Emperor Taizong. The Tang dynasty is going to collapse! The Tibetans and Uyghurs keep bullying us, and they've sacked Chang'an more than once. And there are the eunuchs, the regional military governors, and the peasant rebels..." Li Yuan and Li Shimin, who have just founded the dynasty and are already hearing that the Tang is doomed: "!" After drawing Li Yuan and Li Shimin's attention elsewhere, Li Jiancheng, pretending to be a descendant of the last Tang imperial family, is about to make his escape when the father and son team up to catch him. "Since you say you're a descendant of our Tang dynasty, you should do your part for it!" A no-romance comedy set in a fictional Tang dynasty. Don't nitpick the history. Theme: No matter how grim the circumstances, never give up hope of survival.