How Dare You Harm My Kin? Zhao State, I Shall Slaughter It!

In the rear hall of Zhangtai Palace, three Confucian scholars were overcome with grief and indignation, their voices rising in impassioned denunciation of the Blood Butcher for corrupting the youth.

Their cries were so heart-wrenching that they seemed to weep blood; those who heard them felt sorrow, and those who listened were moved to tears!

Ying Zheng, looking at the bamboo slips on his desk, found himself caught between laughter and tears.

He had originally assumed that Zhao Cheng understood Confucianism, which was why he could use a single question to leave a group of great scholars in such a state of agonizing confusion.

Now, it was clear that his study of the Analects had veered entirely toward killing enemies and waging war.

To interpret the Analects in such a way—it was no wonder he was so ferocious on the battlefield.

He had annihilated the Han State in eight days, yet he still felt he hadn't acted like a gentleman, wanting to fight according to the principle: "If one hears the Way in the morning, one can die content in the evening"—meaning if he learned the path to the enemy capital in the morning, he wanted to level it by nightfall.

If the Analects taught such things, the Qin State would have likely conquered all the other states and unified the world long ago...

"Your Majesty!! The Da Liangzao is leading Prince Fusu so far astray; you must recall the Prince immediately, or it will be too late!"

"Your Majesty! The Prince has been meticulously cultivated by you for years, yet after falling into the hands of that Blood Butcher for a mere few days, he is already on the verge of a grave mistake. If this continues, the Prince will surely be deceived by that Blood Butcher into becoming