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Fusu naturally received the look in his teacher Chunyu Yue's eyes.

This kind of crime is unforgivable, and Song's act of protecting himself and eliminating evil is perfectly reasonable and lawful.

In his opinion, his teacher Chunyu Yue was being somewhat unreasonable.

It was clearly a desperate criminal who intended to commit murder, but the teacher downplayed the severity of the situation, failing to condemn the assassin's malicious intent and instead criticizing the person who acted in self-defense for their cruel methods.

Forcing an attack from a moral high ground without finding a reasonable basis for it is truly far-fetched.

But what can you do when the other person is your teacher?

Chunyu Yue was his mentor, who taught and guided him for many years, and was grateful for his guidance and guidance.

The teacher has lost face, and as students, we naturally cannot stand idly by.

Thinking of this, Fusu was filled with helplessness. Just as he was about to step forward, Song Ye shot him a glare.

Fusu suddenly stopped in his tracks, caught in a dilemma.

Song also withdrew his gaze and immediately turned around to suggest, "Your Majesty, I feel that Dr. Chunyu is indeed getting old and should have retired long ago."

Her tone was calm, yet she uttered the most devastating words: "The scholar has spent his entire life confined to the capital, Xianyang, guarding a few scriptures and engaging in empty talk. He must be tired of it by now. While he is still healthy, he should relinquish his court duties and enjoy his retirement in peace."

"It would be better to let the doctor leave Xianyang and travel around, to see the world and broaden his horizons, so that he can live a fulfilling life."

Go ahead, go out and see more of the world.

She will then release the news that Prince Fusu's mentor is touring the mountains and rivers.

The remnants of the six kingdoms must be very happy! They'll all come to Chunyu Yue to play!

These words, seemingly showing consideration for the elderly, were in reality a public stripping of his official position, a disguised form of exile.

Inside the hall, the hearts of all the civil and military officials skipped a beat.

Song is too ruthless, going straight for the big move right from the start.

Upon hearing this, Chunyu Yue below panicked and hurriedly tried to kneel down to beg for forgiveness.

But before he could speak, the emperor on the high throne tacitly responded.

"allow."

"Chunyu Yue is old and frail, and his vision is narrow. He should indeed go out to gain experience and recuperate."

"Effective immediately, he is relieved of his doctoral post and permitted to travel the world and enjoy his retirement."

With just a few words, the matter was settled.

"..."

The speed is ridiculously fast.

Chunyu Yue's mind went completely blank as he approached, not even realizing what was happening.

From being refuted to being proposed to retire, and then to being dismissed from office and exiled by the emperor in court, it all happened in the blink of an eye.

The entire room fell into a deathly silence.

The civil and military officials: "..."

Fusu looked completely bewildered: "???"

Next, the court assembly moved on to the process of appointing officials.

Just when the civil and military officials thought a major battle was about to begin, Song slowly stepped out of the ranks and calmly dropped a bombshell: "Your Majesty, I have a new idea for a technology called papermaking."

As soon as the words were spoken, the hall fell silent.

"???"

“!!!!!!”

Ying Zheng's eyes lit up, and he immediately slammed his hand on the table, declaring, "Excellent! Then I will establish a new post, the Supervisor of Paper, to be solely in charge of Song Ye, overseeing all matters related to papermaking!"

The paper-making supervisor only oversees the production in the workshops, and the quality of the paper is neither high nor low.

The senior officials in the court, who had originally planned to launch an attack, found themselves unable to find a pretext and could only retreat in frustration.

The remaining few minor political matters were discussed hastily, and the court session was adjourned.

Song turned and walked out of the main hall, footsteps following closely behind.

It was Fusu who caught up with them.

"Lord Song, please wait!"

Song stopped and turned to look at him.

Fusu's face was full of conflict as he cupped his hands and said, "Lord Song, my teacher was very offensive today. Being sent away from Xianyang is a severe punishment, and I hope you will not hold a grudge..."

Before he could finish speaking, Song interrupted him directly: "Young Master, have you ever heard this saying?"

"What?" Fu Su was slightly taken aback and subconsciously asked.

"The way of the sage is to act without striving." She paused, then continued:

"You are a true gentleman, and a gentleman is one who speaks the truth. But the truth is often unpleasant to hear, so one must be even more careful with one's words."

Fusu's face paled slightly, and he was speechless for a moment.

"You know better than anyone that your teacher was being unreasonable today, and he himself is in the wrong."

"You know he's right or wrong, but because of your teacher-student relationship, you want to plead for him and smooth things over for him."

"This is not benevolence, it is selfishness."

"This is not kindness, it's cover-up."

Fusu's throat bobbed slightly, and he gave a low, bitter laugh: "I know what you say makes sense, but a teacher for a day is a father for life, and I simply cannot bear to watch my mentor suffer in his old age..."

"His Majesty is also your father," Song said calmly. "His Majesty's granting him a posting to travel is already the greatest honor."

"If we're truly judging him, his punishment would be far more than just being dismissed from office and forced into retirement."

Fusu was completely speechless.

Seeing his conflicted and troubled expression, Song Ye finally added lightly, "It's good that you have a kind heart, but if kindness has no bottom line and doesn't distinguish between right and wrong, it will only harm others and yourself in the end."

"This is how things are in officialdom, and it is also true in the world. I urge you, young master, to take care of yourself." After saying this, she said no more.

Just then, Zhao Gao walked over.

"Lord Song, His Majesty requests your presence."

Upon hearing this, Song raised an eyebrow.

As it happened, she also had something to say to His Majesty the First Emperor.

"lead the way."

Fusu was left alone in the same spot, pondering Song Ye's words.

...

On the other side, Zhangtai Palace.

The emperor sat upright beside a jade chessboard, a white chess piece between his fingers. He didn't even look up when he heard footsteps: "You've arrived? Sit down."

Song walked straight into the hall, completely at ease, and sat down opposite the chessboard.

Then, with practiced ease, he picked up a black piece and placed it with swift, decisive movements.

Ying Zheng lowered his eyes to look at the chess piece she placed, and slowly said, "The remnants who ambushed you on the way have all been executed."

He shifted his tone slightly, looking up at Song Ye with a deep, probing gaze: "Zhang Liang is the only one who has vanished without a trace. What are your thoughts on this man?"

Song also seized the opportunity to request, "Your Majesty, I was just about to implore you to send men to hunt down Zhang Liang. There's no need to actually take his life; just let him live in constant fear and flight."

"..." Upon hearing this, Ying Zheng paused slightly, his fingertip hovering over the chessboard, hesitant to place the white piece.

Is she... treating Zhang Liang like a dog?

But then he thought, since Song also intended to keep this person around to maintain balance, he decided to go with the flow.

Keeping it is fine, but if you want to live a carefree life, there is absolutely no way.

Ying Zheng made his move, settling the score. He looked up at Song Ye and agreed, "Granted."

Meanwhile, Zhang Liang, far away in an unknown town, was unaware that his unfortunate days of fleeing were about to begin.