Misinterpreting the Analects to Fool Fusu, Chunyu Yue Spits Blood from Anger!

"What you do not want done to yourself, do not do to others?"

Zhao Cheng looked at Fusu and laughed, "It's very simple, taken literally: things I don't want, I wouldn't give to others even if I were throwing them away."

"Ah?"

Fusu's motion of biting into his steamed bun froze, and he didn't even notice the bun fall from his mouth.

Wait, is that what "what you do not want done to yourself, do not do to others" actually means?

Nonsense!!

He looked at Zhao Cheng suspiciously, feeling certain that this guy was just spouting gibberish to brush him off.

So he asked again, "What about 'If a gentleman is not grave, he will not inspire awe'?"

Zhao Cheng looked at Fusu with a strange expression, "Isn't that simple? A so-called gentleman, if he doesn't strike with heavy force in battle, he won't have any prestige."

"Do you see why I have such high prestige in the army? It's because my strikes are heavy enough!"

"The Old Master Confucius spoke the truth."

"So Fusu, you must listen to Confucius; to be a gentleman, you must have prestige."

"This..."

Fusu was a bit dazed. How did this become a whole system?

He tentatively asked, "If one hears the Way in the morning, one can die without regret in the evening?"

Zhao Cheng had a profound grasp of the Analects and answered fluently.

"If you learn the path to the enemy's house in the morning, the enemy ruler can be killed by the evening."

"This path is difficult. I knew the way to the Han Capital long ago, but it still took me eight days to reach it and capture the enemy ruler. That didn't live up to the Old Master Confucius's teachings, so I cannot yet call myself a gentleman."