My father is a Confucian sage, but the system forces me to be a crude warrior

Chapter 382 My son and I should fight for the destiny of the world!
The Duke's Mansion of Qi.

study.

"Grand Tutor to the Crown Prince..."

Zeng Shilin muttered these four words expressionlessly.

His fingers tapped lightly on the table.

"What's wrong? Isn't this just a nominal position?"

Zeng Anmin was stunned for a moment, looking at Zeng Shilin with a puzzled expression.

During the Han Dynasty, the Grand Tutor, Grand Protector, and Grand Preceptor of the Crown Prince were known as the Three Elders of the Eastern Palace.

They wield real power.

In some extreme cases, the crown prince can be deposed and a new heir apparent can be established.

But after the Northern Holy Dynasty.

In order to counter the Southern Dynasties, the emperor had no choice but to concentrate all power in the imperial court.

Therefore, these three positions have become completely nominal, serving no real purpose other than sounding good to others.

Moreover, the Crown Prince's current tutor is the Grand Tutor, which has absolutely nothing to do with my father.

"You do not understand."

Zeng Shilin glanced sideways at Zeng Anmin:

"Although this position is nominal, it is His Majesty's way of winning over my father and me."

"Don't forget, it was Ji Qing who died, and Ji Qing... back when he was in the court, His Majesty valued him highly."

"If Xiang Donglai hadn't been ill back then, the one who went to the Northern Border to subdue the demons would not have been Ji Qing, but Xiang Donglai."

"Moreover, sending Ji Qing to the Northern Territory also serves the purpose of training him. After a few years in the Northern Territory, Ji Qing will become a force to be reckoned with in the court."

"Unfortunately, he is dead."

At this point, Zeng Shilin continued to Zeng Anmin in a lecturing tone:
"Because Ji Qing is the most promising person in our Northern Holy Dynasty to break through to the second rank of martial artist."

"If the royal family had two second-rank martial artists, do you think His Majesty would still be wary of the Xuanzhen Division?"

"I see," Zeng Anmin realized.

It seems that by killing Ji Qing, he had unintentionally disrupted some of Emperor Jianhong's plans.

"But His Majesty never expected that I would be valued by the Confucian Sage, who would take me as his disciple, and by chance, I would be promoted to a second-rank Confucian scholar."

"With Ji Qing dead, his attention naturally turned to his father."

"The honorary title of Grand Tutor to the Crown Prince is His Majesty's way of showing goodwill."

“What’s so great about a nominal position?” Zeng Anmin still couldn’t understand.

“It won’t be a nominal position.” The old man shook his head slightly. “Don’t forget, your relationship with the Crown Prince is not only noticed by the court officials, but His Majesty is also aware of it.”

"Now that the fourth prince is dead, there is no one in the royal family who can rival the crown prince."

"It can be said that, barring any unforeseen circumstances, Wang Yuanshen will surely become the new emperor."

"At that time, you and I, father and son, will be the Crown Prince's Grand Tutor and his closest friend..."

What immense power that would be?
"This is something that can be seen on the surface, and it is also His Majesty's explicit instruction to us, father and son."

Zeng Shilin slowly raised his head, his gaze fixed on the direction of the palace:
"If nothing unexpected happens, His Majesty will instruct the Crown Prince to frequently come to his father for 'inquiry' about his studies."

Zeng Anmin nodded slowly: "To put it bluntly, it's about getting that chubby kid to come over and build a good relationship with us."

"Ah."

……

Zeng Shilin chuckled lightly:
"Master Xu has toiled for the Northern Holy Dynasty for nearly a thousand years, but in the end, it is still inevitable that he will be suspected by successive emperors."

"There's no way around it; this is the drawback of divine authority superseding imperial authority."

"You're quite good at summarizing." Zeng Shilin glanced at Zeng Anmin with surprise.

"I have often received your guidance, and naturally I have some of my own insights."

Zeng Anmin smiled modestly, then asked:
"So what do you think?"

"Naturally, we are following His Majesty's wishes." Zeng Shilin made no attempt to hide anything from his son, speaking boldly:
“During the last imperial examination, a mere second-rank demon lord was able to enter the illusion array and endanger your life.”

"Do you think your father still has any goodwill towards Master Xu?"

“But Master Xu did help me a lot…” Zeng Anmin pointed to the red tattoo on his body. “That’s what he was supposed to help,” Zeng Shilin glanced at Zeng Anmin and said.
“Killing Xiang Liu was the biggest advantage he gained from my father and me.”

"Oh? What benefit would Xiang Liu's death bring to Master Xu?" Zeng Anmin looked at Zeng Shilin with suspicion.

This was something he had never known before.

"With Xiang Liu dead, that vast territory of the Ten Thousand Demons will sooner or later become the hunting ground of our human race."

"Do you know that Master Xu has pledged his own cultivation to the fate of the Northern Holy Dynasty?" A cold smile appeared on Zeng Shilin's lips.
"The stronger the Northern Holy Dynasty's national fortune and the larger its territory, the stronger Master Xu's power will be."

Do you understand this?

……

Zeng Anmin understood instantly, and his eyes narrowed slightly:

"Then I understand..."

"Master Xu doesn't care who becomes emperor."

"What he cares about is who can make the Northern Holy Dynasty stronger."

"Wait a minute, how did you know Master Xu's secret?" Zeng Anmin stared blankly at his father.

"This information should be top secret to Master Xu."

"That's what your grandmaster told your father."

Zeng Shilin raised an eyebrow slightly, a smile appearing on his face:
"But this is all thanks to the four words you told your father: 'Unity of knowledge and action.'"

"If I hadn't gained some understanding of these four words, he wouldn't have come to me again."

Fine.

"What does he want with you?"

Zeng Anmin was somewhat stunned.

That's what I asked.

Zeng Shilin's expression turned serious as he looked at Zeng Anmin:

"Do you know what the meaning of the existence of all these beings in this world, where warriors fight, various systems display their supernatural powers, imperial power, common people, demon race, and so on, is?"

"Stop talking about philosophy, who can explain this stuff clearly?"

Zeng Anmin rolled his eyes.

Even if Tagore came, he couldn't explain it to you, so you're asking me?

Let someone stand there and ask you: What is the meaning of life?
Who can answer that?

The old man's face was somber, his voice indifferent:
"A struggle for destiny."

"A nation has its destiny, a clan has its destiny, and the fortune of the universe is everywhere."

"And fortune represents the future."

"Your grandmaster only said one sentence: 'Humanity's fortune is weak; be cautious in the struggle for fortune.'"

"what?"

Zeng Anmin was somewhat stunned. He frowned and looked at Zeng Shilin, saying:

"Didn't Xiang Liu just die? If anyone should be considered as the weak one, it should be the demon race, right?"

"I don't know about that."

Zeng Shilin shook his head and stared intently at Zeng Anmin, saying:

"With your grandmaster suppressing the Confucian and Taoist fortunes, things are at peace for the time being."

"If you encounter an opportunity to fight for your luck, be sure to seize it."

“Me?” Zeng Anmin shook his head: “If the sky falls, there’s someone tall enough to hold it up. Why should I care about the raging flood?”

"I'm not talking about the fate of the human race; I can't be bothered with that stuff."

Zeng Shilin chuckled, then stared at Zeng Anmin and said:

"What I'm talking about is the fate of you and me, father and son."

"Or perhaps, it's the Zeng family's fortune."

(End of this chapter)