Silence Out of Cold! Zhao Gao, do you think we should kill him or not?
A deathly silence.
Under everyone's dumbfounded and dream-like eyes.
Ge Nia, who was wearing a black robe and a bamboo hat, slowly walked to the pillar that had nailed Chunyu Yue to death.
His black body and devil-like internal force made the people around him take a few steps back.
As for the Confucians who had been sprayed with blood by Chun Yuyue, they were all shocked.
She looked terrified and was on the verge of crying.
Who was this?
It was as if a demon had descended into the world. He had used a wooden sword to nail their leader, the Eldest Young Master Fusu's teacher, the famous scholar of the scholarly faction, Mister Chun Yu, to death in the Qilin Hall.
At this moment, no one dared to provoke this dark god of death in front of them!
Ge Nia walked up to the pillar. Under his bamboo hat, there was an emotionless coldness.
He reached out and pulled out the wooden sword with his internal energy.
Chunyu Yue's corpse instantly fell limply into the hall. His eyes were still wide open in fear and disbelief. He did not close his eyes even when he died.
Perhaps he didn't understand why the Ninth Prince dared to kill him in the main hall.
He was also unwilling to accept this. He had been hiding by Fu Su's side for so many years, and it was not easy for him to nurture him into his money tree and parasol.
As long as he followed the path that he had planned, he would have a high chance of becoming a subordinate of the dragon, or even be conferred the title of a noble.
At that time, endless glory, wealth, power, and beauty would all be in his hands.
In fact, he could even bring Confucianism to an unprecedented height and become a great scholar who was as famous as Confucius in the history books.
As for what would happen to Great Qin after the fief? Would war break out in the empire again? Would the people fall into dire straits again?
What did all of this have to do with him, Chunyu Yue?
However, everything was over.
This was the Ninth Prince, the Young Emperor.
He was truly a peerless demon who killed without blinking.
Ge Nia put away his wooden sword and instantly arrived beside Ying Ziye's throne. He stood respectfully like a servant or guard.
There was still no sound in the hall.
Fu Su's face turned green and purple. His teacher, the person who initiated his Confucianism, had died tragically in front of his eyes.
The bloody scene made it difficult for Fu Su, who firmly believed in governing the world with benevolence, to adapt and believe.
As for Li Si, his fox-like eyes were filled with ecstasy.
Over the years, the theories of the Hundred Schools of Thought had spread like mushrooms after a rain in Great Qin, and the question of whether the Empire should implement the system of prefectures and counties or restore the Zhou system and enfeoffment became more and more acute.
However, Left Prime Minister Li Si and the Legalists had always insisted that the county system was the foundation of Great Qin.
After all, the prefecture system was proposed by Li Si.
However, Chunyu Yue and the rest of the pedantic scholars, with the support of Young Master Fusu, were at odds with Li Si's political views. They had criticized Li Si many times.
Therefore, Li Si really wanted to kill that disgusting old man, Chunyu Yue. However, he could not do so with Young Master Fusu around.
Now, Chunyu Yue had died in the Qilin Palace.
Li Si did not think that there was anything wrong at first.
On the contrary, he was very happy.
Wang Jian also stroked his beard. This old general, who had fought for half his life, revealed a gratified expression in his eyes at this moment.
The militarists paid attention to killing and fighting, and the strong were kings.
The empire was unified, but there were still countless traitors lurking around. Underneath the calm lake, there was a surging undercurrent.
Young Master Fusu could be considered a ruler in a prosperous era, but in this world of war, Wang Jian did not think that the weak's morals could maintain Great Qin's territory.
Finally, the heavens had eyes. Among the Emperor's sons, there was finally a prince like Ying Ziye who dared to kill.
Also, Wang Jian already recognized who the black-robed person who attacked earlier was.
Although he didn't know why Ge Nia was willing to submit to the Ninth Prince, to be able to make Ge Nia submit like a soldier of sacrifice was something that even the First Emperor couldn't do.
Wang Jian didn't object to Ying Ziye's slaughter. Chunyu Yue and the other Confucians should have been killed long ago.
He didn't know what the First Emperor was worried about.
Fu Su looked at the Meng brothers, General Meng Tian and Minister Meng Yi, who supported him.
However, this time, Fu Su was disappointed.
Facing Fu Su's gaze, Meng Tian did not respond. Meng Yi shook his head slightly.
The two brothers were not fools. In this kind of situation, they would not stand out and be the first birds.
Moreover, the two of them did not support Fu Su on this issue.
They all hoped that Chun Yu Yue would die.
"Hmm? Why aren't you talking?"
"Are you all mute?"
"Come, continue, you scholars continue. What's wrong with attacking me? What's wrong with me killing that old dog Chunyu Yue?”
"Say it, don't worry. As long as what you say makes sense, this Young Empress will forgive you today!”
"You're not going to say anything, right?"
"Then, Zhao Gao, tell this Young Empress that this Chunyu Yue!”
"Is it good to kill? Or should I not die?"
Ying Ziye looked at the hundred officials who were as silent as cicadas in winter, but his eyes directly looked at those who had not made any movements.
The commander of the Zhongche Prefecture, the master of the net!
Zhao Gao!
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