"Yi Xiaochuan, is your brain like a chamber pot, only capable of holding shit and piss?"
Jiang Siming spoke, and his very first sentence was dripping with mockery.
"History? What is history? Let me tell you: only the victors have the right to discuss history. Do you really think Liu Bang was any good? Do you really think all those history books written over two thousand years later are true?"
"If you were Liu Bang and had conquered the land, would you heap praise on Qin Shi Huang in the history books? You've been in the Qin Dynasty for so many years. Have you ever seen Ying Zheng commit any tyranny? Is building the Great Wall tyranny? Is refusing to follow Confucianism and instead advocating rule by law to establish a nation tyranny?"
"You'd rather believe history books that were altered countless times over two thousand years than the facts you witnessed with your own eyes. That alone shows how foolish and stubborn you are!"
Jiang Siming's words were each as precious as a pearl, stabbing into Yi Xiaochuan's heart like needles of ice. Yet that was not the end.
"Now that we're done with the Qin Dynasty, let's talk about you. You're ungrateful. Meng Tian treated you like a younger brother, yet you led so many of the Meng family's troops in rebellion. Is that how you treat your brother?"
"Gao Yao helped you so many times. It would have been one thing if you didn't repay him, but you looked down on him from the bottom of your heart. When Gao Yao wanted revenge and sought to kill Liu Bang, you didn't help him—instead, you stepped forward to stop him? Is Liu Bang your father or your mother? Do you need to be so good to him?"
"Let's