The Great Qin Dynasty: The egg of the Black Bird was revered as a national guardian beast.

Upon hearing this, Fusu, who was behind the curtain, paused for a moment.

But after a long silence, he shook his head.

He said, "What Father Emperor did before was inappropriate. My teacher only offered advice, yet he was imprisoned."

"What I did was simply to correct my father's mistakes."

As Fusu's voice came, Xuan Ye's brows furrowed deeper and his expression grew increasingly grim.

So he said, "Do you know what you're talking about?"

Sitting behind the desk, Fusu placed his hands on the desk, lowered his head, pursed his lips, and did not speak.

Looking at Fusu's appearance,

He then rebuked them, saying, "Nonsense! These damned Confucian scholars say His Majesty is immoral and does not practice feudalism, so they are remonstrating to the death!"

"Your Highness, tell me, what is the fault?"

Fusu did not speak.

The empty hall suddenly fell silent.

Looking at Fusu, he suddenly seemed to understand the First Emperor. Having such a son must have infuriated him.

I closed my eyes and let out a breath.

He then looked at Fusu: "Now, I request that the Crown Prince order the arrest of the Confucian scholars you have pardoned!"

"No!" Fusu stood up from behind the desk.

His tone was resolute: "Having already given the order, how can I change it so easily, lest I become a laughingstock to the world?"

"You want me to order his arrest?"

With a flick of his sleeve, Fusu turned away with his hands behind his back, leaving only his back view.

"That's absolutely impossible! Doctor, don't try to persuade me any further."

Judging from Fusu's tone, Xuan Ye knew that he had said so much, but this was Crown Prince Fusu's final attitude!

"Hehe, okay."

"Does the Crown Prince truly insist on this?"

With a slight smile, Xuan Ye looked at Fu Su behind the curtain, his tone unchanged, and simply asked this question.

"Yes," Fusu said from behind the curtain.

But then he added, "However, Your Excellency, do not forget, I am the Crown Prince!"

As he spoke, he slowly turned around.

"Before my father went on his tour, he came to me and said that I could trust you, which is why I have been so tolerant of you."

"If this is investigated, you will be committing insubordination!"

After speaking, Fusu sat down, picked up his pen, and began to review the memorials placed on the table in front of him.

"If there's nothing else, then you may leave, Physician," he said, still leaning over his desk without looking up.

This was Fusu's final attitude!

"Very well! It seems the Crown Prince is treating this important responsibility of overseeing the country as a joke."

After saying that, he turned and left.

He doesn't want to stay a moment longer.

Now, this familiar Xianyang Palace suddenly felt completely foreign to him.

He left Xianyang Palace indifferently.

Xuan Ye walked forward with an aura of "keep away," the surrounding chill seeming to freeze into ice.

Not long after,

He stood in front of the Shaofu Office.

Looking up at the Shaofu government office, his eyes showed no emotion, and he walked inside.

Soon, they arrived at the front of the official's residence.

"Knock knock".

He raised his hand and gently knocked on the door, after which a calm voice came from inside.

"Come in."

Xuan Ye pushed open the door and went inside.

Inside the room, Zhang Han looked up and saw Xuan Ye walk in, then closed the door behind him.

He frowned in confusion. "Doctor, don't you have other matters to attend to? Why have you come here?"

Looking at him, Xuan Ye didn't say anything more.

He simply pulled out a jade pendant from his waist; it was the very pendant that the First Emperor had given him.

He raised his hand and lifted it high.

"Where is the commander of the Black Dragon Guard?"

Then, Zhang Han's expression changed, and he walked out from behind the table, stood in front of Xuan Ye, and bowed with his hands clasped.

"Zhang Han is here!"

"Alright." He put the jade pendant away, trying his best to keep his tone calm. "Summon the Black Dragon Guards. Follow me to arrest them!"

"yes!"

.............

Inside a mansion.

Not long after being pardoned and released, a bewildered Chunyu Yue and a group of Confucian scholars were taken to Fu Sheng's home for a gathering.

During the banquet, after some discussion,

Chunyu Yue and the Confucian scholars who were imprisoned with him also figured out some of the ins and outs.

After a long silence, Chunyu Yue said, "The matter is settled..."

The other Confucian scholars immediately surrounded Chunyu Yue, raised their wine cups, and toasted him with flattering tones.

"Master Chunyu, Fusu is now the Crown Prince. As long as His Majesty passes away and the Crown Prince ascends the throne, the world will be at peace..."

"It is absolutely true, absolutely true."

"Haha, Mr. Chunyu, as the Crown Prince's tutor, you will become the Emperor's tutor in the future. I would like to offer my congratulations in advance."

"Once the Crown Prince ascends the throne, the prefecture-county system can be abolished, feudalism can be reinstated, and the rites of Zhou can be restored. This is truly a cause for celebration!"

Chunyu Yue listened to the compliments from those around him.

They became increasingly excited as they talked, almost losing themselves in the conversation.

But Chunyu Yue didn't mind, and drank with him, unable to suppress the smile on his face.

"Bang!"

But just as they were lost in their own world inside the mansion, a loud bang suddenly came from outside the gate.

The sudden sound startled them.

But who is Chunyu Yue? He is the Crown Prince's tutor, and now that the First Emperor is on tour, the Crown Prince is overseeing the country.

His expression turned cold, and he demanded, "Who?"

A series of rapid footsteps, accompanied by the clanging of armor, rang out.

The door was slowly pushed open.

A group of soldiers stood outside the door, dressed in black armor, their faces covered by bronze demon masks, obscuring their features.

"this...."

The people in the room sat there blankly, because they understood what this attire represented.

The Black Dragon Guard, under the command of the First Emperor!

But wasn't the First Emperor on an inspection tour? Why were the Black Dragon Guards able to come and arrest people, and who could command them?

However, no one could answer their questions.

The black-clad soldiers stood in two rows in front of the gate, and just then, a person slowly walked over.

Standing outside the door,

He glanced at them with indifferent eyes.

"take away."

"Yes."

............

Black Dragon Guard Prison.

Chunyu Yue and others, who had just been pardoned and released, were imprisoned again.

However, this time, the Crown Prince has no say in this matter.

Standing outside the prison gate, looking at the Confucian scholar lying in the cold, damp cell, Xuan Ye smiled.

These Confucian scholars deserve to die!

But now, he had an idea: wouldn't it be wonderful to let these scholars live and die in a worthy manner?

He raised his hand and gestured outwards.

A Black Dragon Guard approached, clasped his hands in a salute, and asked, "What are your orders?"

He took out a jade box from his bosom.

Xuan Ye handed it to him and ordered, "Give one pill to each person inside."

Fortunately, he refined enough medicine this time.

The Black Dragon Guard took the pills, opened the cell door, and one of them went in and forcibly fed them the pills.

Despite the Confucian scholars' best efforts to resist, it was to no avail.

Before long, one after another, the Confucian scholars inside collapsed to the ground, rolling around and gradually losing their breath.

Looking at this scene.

Xuan Ye's heart sank to the bottom little by little.

"How could this be...."

He took a step back, his body swayed, and he was dizzy for a long time before he came to his senses.

He stood there and closed his eyes.

He gave a bitter laugh and walked out absentmindedly.

But then, he glanced casually into the prison and his gaze froze, stunned.

Everyone else is dead...

But why is there still one person alive?