My name is Wei Qing, and I want to fight the Xiongnu.

With home advantage, D'Ache and Konggan have a significant edge and have no need to resort to such tactics that damage their reputation.

If either of the circumstances were reversed, the lecturer would have been brought in to intervene long ago.

Using connections when you have them is foolish!

Students at the Imperial Academy may be very disciplined, but they are not inflexible.

Wei Qing had finished cracking all the melon seeds in his hand, but Gongsun Zan and Dong Kanwu still hadn't started fighting.

There was nothing they could do; Gongsun Zan's army had been wiped out.

Chapter Six: The Registration Turmoil (Part Four)

In the previous duel between the two sides, Gongsun Zan lost and lost many core members, and the entire White Horse Cavalry Legion was almost scattered.

Even if it is reorganized, it will probably take a very long time.

It's mainly a matter of reputation. Who would want to follow a leader who has just suffered a crushing defeat and whose legion has been scattered?

Therefore, it will take time to prove myself, to prove that I still have the ability to make a comeback, and to win back the trust of my former brothers.

Wei Qing felt bored, so he casually threw away the remaining dried melon seeds and walked over to his hot-tempered older brother Gongsun Zan, saying, "Brother, stop cursing. If you can't beat them, even if you curse their ancestors for eighteen generations, they still won't admit they're your offspring, so you still have to fight."

Gongsun Zan only then realized that there was a bystander nearby.

Upon hearing Wei Qing's sarcastic words, Kong Gan's eyes narrowed into slits again, his chilling tone carrying a hint of murderous intent: "Who are you, a freshman? As your senior, let me give you some advice: you can eat whatever you want, but you can't say whatever you want. Sometimes, saying the wrong thing is more than just making enemies."

"Make enemies? You, all of you? You think you're worthy?"

As Wei Qing spoke, he took out a watermelon from his pocket, took out the ring-pommel sword that Xu Yun had given him, and gently made a few cuts on the watermelon, which was then neatly divided into twelve pieces.

I wonder what Xu Yun thought when he saw that the ring-pommel sword he gave to Wei Qing was being used to cut a watermelon for the first time in public. He must have been moved to tears.

Wei Qing, you are truly my ancestor for eight generations.

Wei Qing handed the sliced ​​watermelon to Liu Bei and Gongsun Zan, saying, "Brothers, want some watermelon? Don't get angry in this hot weather, it's easy to get a sore throat."

Kong Gan stared at the watermelon in Wei Qing's hand, not purely because he wanted to eat it, but because he was trying to guess the other person's identity.

This thing is still being cultivated in the human realm; it is said to have originated from a minor realm in the Western Regions.

Although it is very common in the Western Regions, it is an absolute rarity in the human world.

Currently, apart from royalty, only some members of the royal family and nobility can enjoy it.

There weren't many people in Yangxin Prefecture, and Liu Yangxin was worried that Wei Qing wouldn't have much good food at the Imperial Academy, so he simply had him bring everything.

In other words, being able to eat a watermelon doesn't mean anything, but being able to eat a watermelon in the human world means that one's status must be extraordinary.

Sure enough, Liu Bei and Gongsun Zan were stunned for a few seconds after seeing the watermelon.

Brother, didn't you say you were an illegitimate child and your mother was a slave?

Are you the emperor's illegitimate son?

Seeing the two people's stunned expressions, Wei Qing assumed they were embarrassed because so many people were watching, so he spoke up again to persuade them: "The melons are very sweet and juicy. You won't find another one like this."

"Never mind...you can eat it yourself."

Both Liu Bei and Gongsun Zan refused without prior arrangement. It's true that in front of so many people, they couldn't remain as nonchalant as Wei Qing, just watching the drama unfold.

Kong Gan and Dong Kanwu exchanged glances and whispered a few words, clearly showing some apprehension towards Wei Qing.

If Wei Qing were to become involved with the royal family, it would indeed be quite troublesome.

Members of the royal family do not usually clash with the Xiongnu barbarians, but that does not mean they are truly afraid.

Ultimately, both the Imperial Academy and the royal city of Chang'an were the territory and stronghold of the Liu and Lü families.

Normally, everyone keeps to themselves, neither bothering the other, and everyone gets along well. But when it comes to a real falling out, the princes from the royal court certainly have the confidence, but a little prince from a small tribe like Dongkanwu would be a little less confident.

Of course, if someone like Liu Bei also shares the surname Liu but is too distantly related, then there's nothing to worry about. The real concern is that this young man in front of us might have some powerful background.

Finally, Kong Gan spoke up and asked Wei Qing, "This new student has quite the air of confidence. May I ask which family's young master he is?"

"I?"

After finishing a slice of watermelon, Wei Qing casually tossed the rind on the ground, then grabbed a piece of unused paper from the table and wiped the juice from his mouth: "Don't you recognize me?"

Should we get to know you?

This idea permeates everyone's mind.

"Pfft, I thought you guys had already guessed it. Looks like I was just being presumptuous."

Wei Qing turned to Gongsun Zan and said, "I helped you castrate these bastards, so you owe me a favor. How about it? This deal wasn't a bad one, was it?"

Wei Qing's words stirred up a storm. If Gongsun Zan had still given the other party some face when he spoke earlier, Wei Qing's words directly escalated the two sides' positions to the point of no return.

Of course, for Wei Qing, the two sides were already irreconcilable enemies, and exchanging a few words had nothing to do with it.

Gongsun Zan stared blankly at Wei Qing. He was now very interested in the young man's identity. What kind of person was he that he had such audacity? Could he really be His Majesty's illegitimate son? But didn't His Majesty say that he had been missing for hundreds of years?

While everyone was lost in thought, Wei Qing took two steps forward and came to the center of the group.

At this moment, he was the center of attention.

“My name is Aqing. I come from Pingyang County. I am an illegitimate child. My father is Zheng Ji, a minor official in Pingyang County. My mother’s surname is Wei. She was a slave and had no name. I heard that others call her Wei Ao. I don’t know for sure. I haven’t seen her for more than ten years.”

I am the product of their affair. My father never raised me as a son, and my brothers always treated me like a slave. So I took my mother's surname, Wei, and became known as Wei Qing.

At this point, Wei Qing removed the glove from his left hand and said, "My mother never raised me after giving birth to me, and I don't even know what she looks like. I lived alone for more than ten years, which was quite easy. I got used to living alone, and having another mother would have been a bit of a shock. So after I came to Chang'an, the capital, I specially asked someone to help them get their status removed from the official register, and I cut off my finger to repay her for giving me life."

Kong Gan, right? You asked me what my name is, and now I'm not only telling you my name, but I've also told you my family history and genealogy.

"So, now you see I have no more reservations, right?"

After Wei Qing finished speaking, he looked at Liu Bei behind him and said, "What I just told you, I really didn't lie to you, and I wasn't telling a story. I am indeed the illegitimate son of a slave."

If Wei Qing's words just now stirred up a thousand waves, then Wei Qing's self-introduction is undoubtedly like a nuclear warhead exploding in the crowd.

Those in the front row who heard Wei Qing's identity, including Kong Gan and Dong Kanwu, all had the same thought: Is this guy crazy?!

Slave? Or illegitimate child?

Not only among humans, but throughout all the myriad realms, these two are the lowest and most degraded beings.

Now Wei Qing says that he is not only a slave, but also the illegitimate son of a slave, which is almost like saying: Don't pity me just because I am a delicate flower, insult me ​​as much as you want!

Chapter Seven: The Registration Turmoil (Part Five)

Sure enough, after Wei Qing introduced himself, within moments, various complaints and even denunciations arose from the crowd.

"Slaves? Why would slaves be at the Imperial Academy?"

"Has the Imperial Academy fallen so low that it's even recruiting slaves?"

"He's the illegitimate son of a minor official and a slave? How did he end up in Chang'an, the capital city?"

"Is this guy out of his mind? Coming to the Imperial Academy to cause trouble, why aren't the guards here to arrest him?"

To Wei Qing's surprise, among these harsh condemnations, there were not many direct insults.

Perhaps it's because, in their eyes, insulting a slave, even a former slave, is a matter of lowering one's own status.

After all, the people who can appear here are either rich or noble, and even extremely rich and noble!

However, a large portion of the crowd remained silent.

They weren't that impulsive, nor were they that foolish.

Putting aside Wei Qing's attire and demeanor, the watermelon he just took out shows that he must have met a benefactor.

There's no need to make a statement before figuring out the identity of this important person. What if this important person is the very person you're trying to curry favor with? Wouldn't that be awkward?

Besides, even if Wei Qingzhen were to enter the Imperial Academy, it would be the Imperial Academy that would be disgraced, not him. Why be the vanguard?

The outcry also alerted several high-ranking officials from the Imperial Academy who were on the stands at the admissions plaza.

They are used to conflicts and frictions between students. Even if no one fights on the day of admission, there will definitely be fierce frictions later.

Since that's the case, we might as well let them fight it out; it would be a good lesson for these freshmen.

Competition is necessary to cultivate talent; this is one of the few management principles that the senior management of the Imperial Academy agrees on.

While raising gu (a type of poisonous insect) is somewhat cruel, it is indeed effective.

Therefore, when Gongsun Zan and Kong Gan first had a quarrel, these high-ranking officials did not intervene and let them make a fuss.

If those new students can't even accept this, they might as well go back to where they came from, saving the Imperial Academy's food supplies and the tuition fees their parents paid for them.

The Imperial Academy is not cheap.

But unexpectedly, things suddenly took a turn for the worse.

Wei Qing? The illegitimate son of a slave?

Which part is being sung about?

The vice dean of the logistics department in charge of admissions immediately sent someone to check Wei Qing's information.

Once a student receives a letter of recommendation and becomes a student of the Imperial Academy, their identity, background, and abilities are all recorded by the Imperial Academy, the only difference being the level of detail.

In the past hundred years, the Imperial Academy has recruited slaves into the academy on several occasions, though not many.

However, those slaves all encountered benefactors, were freed from their social status, and married into their masters' families, essentially becoming masters themselves after being slaves.

Basically, these former slaves were deeply ashamed of their past identities, so they would never actively expose their identities like Wei Qing did.

Even if they are discovered and exposed, they will deny it outright. It can be said that Wei Qing's situation of voluntarily exposing himself is unprecedented in the past hundred years.

Before long, an assistant returned, bringing with him ambiguous news.

"Reporting to the Vice Dean, that young man who calls himself Wei Qing is not a student of our Imperial Academy, nor is there any record of him being admitted."

What do you mean?

Not a student of the Imperial Academy?

The deputy dean of the logistics department frowned and asked, "Are you sure there's no oversight? Or have you received the recommendation letter but haven't registered at the Imperial Academy yet?"