Xianyang City, Imperial Palace.
The commander of the Imperial Guards, Zhang Han, once again rushed into the royal study.
"Tell me, what happened on Changqing's side again?”
Ying Zheng put down the red brush in his hand and waved his hand.
"Your Majesty, Young Master Changqing led his men and directly raided the Confucian Hall in Xianyang City. Not only were the Confucian scholars inside beaten up, but they were also dragged to the entrance of the market for public trial!”
Zhang Han said with a strange expression.
"Public trial?"
A trace of doubt flashed across Ying Zheng's face.
Changqing, this kid, could always come up with some strange new terms for himself.
"Young Master Changqing's public trial is to let those Confucians expose the other Confucians 'illegal acts in front of the people of Xianyang City. The more they expose, the more true the case is, and the lighter the punishment will be.”
"If you don't say a single word, or if you slander them randomly, you'll be adding on to your crimes and be directly punished in public!”
Zhang Han hurriedly cupped his hands.
"This brat!"
"It really is Deception!"
Ying Zheng shook his head, laughing in his heart.
Those Confucian scholars who were stubborn and had given him a headache for a long time were really unlucky to meet his son.
The physical pain was considered light. The real pain was when Ying Changqing told them to report each other.
Even Confucius, the sage of the Confucian school, had many dark spots in the dark, not to mention these pedantic scholars who were not diligent in their four bodies and could not distinguish between five grains. After reading a few books of classics and history, they regarded themselves as superior people.
This was especially true after the Confucians had been split into eight factions, where internal strife was constant, and there were countless dirty things happening.
Once this was exposed, the scholarly faction's reputation in Great Qin would suffer a heavy blow.
Ying Changqing's method had hit the Confucian school's sore spot.
"Zhang Han, pack up and call Meng Yi to change into casual clothes and follow Zhen out of the palace!”
The First Emperor, who was in a good mood, paced back and forth in the royal study. He decided to put down what he was doing and go out to watch the show and relax.
According to his son, this was called a balance between work and rest. Doing something that pleased the body and mind could greatly improve his work efficiency in the future.
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Xianyang City, East Market.
When Ying Zheng and Zhang Han arrived in plain clothes, the entire intersection was already surrounded by people who had come to watch the show. At a rough glance, there were at least a hundred thousand people.
"Why are there so many people?"
Looking at the sea of people in front of him, Zhang Han couldn't help but have a headache.
With such a large crowd, it was impossible to protect the First Emperor and squeeze out a path without revealing his identity.
"Since ancient times, the commoners have always loved to be lively. Even without wind, a bunch of rumors would spread, let alone a great show like Young Master Changqing taking care of the scholarly faction!”
Meng Yi explained with a bitter smile.
"It's fine. Since we can't squeeze in, we'll just stay outside and see the reactions of the people.”
The First Emperor smiled and waved his hand.
Meng Yi and Zhang Han quickly searched the surroundings for a long time before spending a large sum of money to book the top floor of a restaurant and watch the show in peace.
"Preposterous, preposterous!"
"A dignified disciple of the Sage Sect was actually humiliated by power in public like this. Is there any justice in this world?”
"Young Master Changqing's brutal behavior is simply outrageous!”
In the middle of the crowd, a few scholars who had squeezed to the front with great difficulty saw the miserable appearance of their fellow disciples and could not help but curse "indignantly".
"Brutal, cruel!"
"The heavens, hurry up and send down divine punishment to deal with a tyrannical person like Young Master Changqing!”
"There's a tyrant above and Young Master Changqing below. Great Qin's fate will be exhausted by them sooner or later.”
The other Confucian Sect members, who had been holding back for a long time, saw that someone was charging in front and hurriedly agreed.
Even many of the people from the School of Confucianism, who were still trying to climb up to each other, could not help but feel a glimmer of hope.
As expected, in this world, there are still more people who side with our scholarly faction.
Even if a thug like Young Master Changqing could be proud for a while, he definitely wouldn't be able to last long.
At that time, we will definitely multiply his atrocities by a hundred or a thousand times and smear him to death!
And that tyrant Ying Zheng, if it wasn't for his indulgence, how could Ying Changqing have been running amok for so long?
"Your Majesty, the situation doesn't seem right!”
"Do you want me to arrange for some people to capture these people?”
Hearing the voices of the crowd, Zhang Han, who was originally happy to watch the show, could not help but say gloomily.
"It's fine. That brat, Changqing, actually dared to do such a thing in public. He naturally has his confidence.”
"If you act rashly, you'll only be a hindrance!”
Ying Zheng waved his hand and said calmly.
Ying Zheng was now more and more confident in his son.
Meng Yi, who was standing by the side, nodded his head.
As the Chief Justice of Great Qin's Justice Department, Meng Yi and Ying Changqing often interacted with each other, and he knew that this Young Master was not as simple as he looked.
Seeing that Ying Zheng and Meng Yi were both brimming with confidence, Zhang Han could only give up on his original plan and continue to cast his gaze on Ying Changqing's standing figure.
"F * ck, this bunch of useless Confucian scholars are indeed very weak. I've let them scold me for so long, but I only gained less than 10,000 tyrant points. I might as well let father scold me once!”
"Looks like I have to think of a new way to earn points.”
"Although these Confucian scholars are a bit useless, they have provided quite a number of valuable clues. It is enough for this Young Master to follow the clues and make a big fuss.”
In the crowd, Ying Changqing was speechless as he looked at the system's points that were increasing rapidly.
"As for these ignorant fellows who came to cause trouble, do they really think that there are no smart people in Xianyang City?”
"If we can even let go of such an opportunity, then the other families deserve to be swept into the trash heap by history.”
Ying Changqing thought to himself.
Although the Confucian school was the number one school of thought and was widely respected, the other schools of thought had not completely declined and still had a certain degree of influence.
Especially in Xianyang City, the capital of the Great Qin Empire, there were still many apprentices of the Hundred Schools.
Ying Changqing had personally taken care of many of the Bai Clan's disciples and earned a lot of system points from them.
And these Bai clan remnants were Ying Changqing's best tools.
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