Chen Wu wore a mask and lowered his head, blending into the procession mourning at the tomb, yet he could only feel that this uproar was wonderful—simply marvelous!
If Chief Historian Dai knew that this mourning at the tomb had been incited and coordinated across the land by the Yongjiu School, he probably would not merely have been horrified. His breathing might have stopped on the spot.
They had originally only intended to disguise themselves as members of the Old Five Battalions and stir things up at the Old Five Battalions' settlements near Zhili. They had never expected such an excellent result. Several thousand people had come at once, and there were even people arriving from farther away.
According to the script Chen Wu had designed, Chen Wu himself was supposed to be the one who charged forward to seize the memorial tablet. But unexpectedly, the Old Five Battalions had long been deeply dissatisfied, and someone had gone up to seize it directly.
How wonderful!
That was right. The idea of having the Old Five Battalions' members coordinate a mourning procession at the tomb had come from Chen Wu himself.
Ever since he learned that Bai Deyou's death would lead the Great Shun court to abolish the Old Five Battalions' quota, Chen Wu had conceived this plan.
In the past, the major news stirred up by the Yongjiu School had mostly involved assassinations. In Chen Wu's view, they were dangerous, to say nothing of their poor results.
The main problem was that most of the Yongjiu School's people came from the lower classes. They could not even obtain a recommendation letter for the Wude Palace examinations, and their understanding of politics was insufficient. They were too prone to reckless action.
True political struggle was not about killing a few individuals.