The Great Song Dynasty: You were put in charge of teaching, and you produced a whole bunch of prime

At this moment, Prefect Shen of Runzhou felt as if he were holding a thunderbolt that could explode at any moment.

He held the sandalwood box in both hands, his waist bent at a ninety-degree angle, his whole body trembling like a leaf. Beside him stood a middle-aged eunuch with a pale face, no beard, and sharp eyes—Zhang Maoze, the emperor's personal attendant.

Outside the academy gate, two rows of Imperial Guards, clad in black lacquered armor with the character "山" (mountain) on the front and wearing black-sheathed straight swords with ring pommels at their waists, stood like black iron towers, their chilling aura making the onlookers dare not even breathe.

This kind of spectacle is enough to warrant not only inviting a teacher, but also confiscating their property and exterminating their entire clan.

"Mr. Jiang..." Lord Shen's voice was choked with sobs, sweat dripping down his official hat, "Eunuch Zhang personally escorted the imperial edict here, you...you should accept it."

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Jiang Lin was still clutching a blue robe that he had just torn off the clothes rack.

Behind him, Qian Duoduo was sticking his butt out, stuffing a huge purple clay teapot into the box, muttering, "Sir, this teapot can't be crushed, or you won't be able to taste the tea."

This scene is incredibly jarring.

Jiang Lin casually tossed the blue robe to Qian Duoduo, dusted off his hands, and looked at the sandalwood box before exchanging a final glance with Zhang Maoze.

Zhang Maoze bowed slightly, behaving with great propriety despite being an imperial envoy: "Mr. Jiang, His Majesty has said that this letter is not an imperial edict, but a family letter. Please take a look."

"Thank you for your trouble, Eunuch Zhang, on your long journey."

Jiang Lin calmly reached out and took the heavy wooden box.

"Click".

The wooden box was opened, and on a bright yellow silk cushion lay a letter. There was no wax seal, no complicated formalities; it was just like a handwritten letter between friends.

Jiang Lin took out the letter and slowly unfolded it in front of everyone.

The handwriting came into view.

The characters were not as dignified and rigid as those in imperial edicts, but rather flowed smoothly, revealing a sense of urgency and sincerity in the strokes. In fact, one could even see that some ink had blurred due to prolonged pauses.

Mr. Jiang:

For thirty years I have lived in the deep palace, believing that the world was at peace. However, reading the strategies and essays of your disciple Su Shi is like drinking fine wine, or hearing a thunderclap. Only then do I realize that beneath the prosperity of the Song Dynasty, crises lurk everywhere.

I cannot sleep at night, and when I think of the war on the border and the livelihood of the people, I often feel powerless.

I am not summoning you because of my imperial status, but because I am seeking a teacher for those who have lost their way.

I have some questions about governing the country, and I wish to sit in the Daqing Hall and await your arrival, to treat you with the respect due to a disciple, and to listen to your teachings.

The well-being of the countless people of the Song Dynasty all depended on your single thought.

Spring has arrived in Bianjing, and I await you, sir, in the palace.

—Zhao Zhen bows deeply.

At the end of the letter, instead of the jade seal symbolizing supreme power that read "Mandate of Heaven," a red personal seal was affixed.

That gesture of bowing one's head was considered extremely unusual in feudal times.

As Jiang Lin read the letter, a chord in his heart was gently plucked.

This Zhao Zhen was even more "benevolent" than recorded in history. To be able to lower oneself to the dust is itself an extremely skillful imperial art, or rather... a truly effective technique of sincerity.

"The etiquette of a disciple..."

Jiang Lin closed the letter, a meaningful smile curving his lips.

Since you're being so kind as to call me "teacher," then I'll teach you what true "national prosperity and military strength" really means.

The surroundings were deathly silent.

Lord Shen and Zhang Maoze were both waiting.

One fear was that Jiang Lin would refuse, jeopardizing his own official position; the other was that he carried an imperial order and had to bring back a definite answer.

"Mr. Jiang?" Zhang Maoze probed softly, "What does the Emperor mean...?"

Jiang Lin snapped out of his daze, carefully put the letter back into the wooden box, and then pointed to the messy courtyard behind him.

"Eunuch Zhang, what do I look like doing?"

Zhang Maoze was taken aback. His gaze passed over Jiang Lin and fell upon the boxes and cages scattered on the ground, as well as Qian Duoduo, who was holding a purple clay teapot and staring blankly into space.

"This...this is..." Even the Imperial City Guard Director, who was used to seeing big scenes, was somewhat bewildered.

"You're packing your luggage."

Jiang Lin opened his folding fan with a "whoosh," and although the fan surface was still blank, his aura at that moment overwhelmed all the officials present.

"I had already foreseen this day when the Emperor's letter was written."

Jiang Lin looked up to the north, activating his max-level charlatan mode, his tone deep and unfathomable:

"Last night, while observing the stars, I saw the Purple Star move, its red light enveloping Bianjing, and I could faintly hear the roar of a dragon. I knew then that the Emperor was summoning me."

"So, before my father-in-law arrived, I had my page pack everything."

"hiss--!"

A collective gasp filled the room.

Lord Shen's knees buckled, and this time he truly knelt down.

Precognition?!

He can even predict when the emperor will write a letter? This isn't just a scholar, he's practically a living god!

Even the usually composed Zhang Maoze's pupils suddenly contracted, and his awe of this "Imperial Tutor" instantly rose to its peak.

No wonder the emperor speaks so highly of him; this person is... unfathomable!

"Mr. Jiang is truly a remarkable person!" Zhang Maoze bowed deeply, his tone extremely respectful. "I will arrange carriages and horses immediately to escort you to the capital!"

"No need for too much trouble."

Jiang Lin waved his hand and pointed to the carriage that had been prepared at the door. "I'm going to give lectures, not to parade through the streets. My brothers from the Imperial City Guard have had a long journey, so please escort me discreetly and don't frighten the people along the way."

After saying that, he turned to look at Qian Duoduo:

"Duoduo, don't just stand there. Load that box containing the 'Five-Year Simulation' manuscript into the car; it's a gift for the officials."

"Yes, sir!" Qian Duoduo shouted excitedly, picked up the box, and rushed to the car.

……

Half an hour later.

At the entrance of Jiang Family Academy.

Zhou Ming and other students from the second group stood in front of the carriage with tears in their eyes.

"Sir, when will you return?"

Jiang Lin stood on the carriage shaft, tapped Li Ming on the head with his folding fan, and chuckled as he scolded:

"What are you crying about? I'm going to the capital on a business trip, not to die. I'm leaving the academy in your care. If I come back and find it overgrown with weeds, or worse than the academy next door, each of you will copy the *Zizhi Tongjian* ten times!"

"Yes, sir!" The students burst into laughter through their tears and responded loudly.

Jiang Lin turned around and cupped his hands in greeting to Zhang Maoze and Lord Shen: "Gentlemen, let's get going."

With a crack of the whip, the carriage slowly started moving.

The wheels rolled over the bluestone slabs with a rhythmic "gurgle," carrying the young man who was about to stir up the winds of the Song Dynasty towards the prosperous and dreamlike Bianjing.