When hitting someone, do not hit their face; when cursing someone, do not expose their shortcomings.
This proclamation was practically pointing at the Great Liang Emperor's nose and cursing him to his face.
Su Che looked at the joint signatures at the end of the proclamation. The Imperial Academy, Songyang Academy, White Deer Grotto, and Yuelu Mountain—the four great academies together formed the core strength of the Confucian School in the present age.
So this was not merely a proclamation. It was closer to a complete break. It was a public notice declaring that the Confucian School stood opposite Great Liang.
"Heaven will destroy the remnant Liang indeed."
Su Che felt that the prophecy he had made up was more or less coming true.
Those fellows at White Deer Grotto were truly no pushovers. He had even said they had holed up in Ci Prefecture without making an inch of progress. Now, it seemed he had genuinely underestimated them. This series of combined blows had struck straight at the vital points.
What sort of place was the Imperial Academy?
It was one of the Confucian School's four great academies, but it was also a government office fed by the Great Liang Emperor's imperial grain and state taxes. Now even it had joined the rebellion. What would all those officials across the realm who did not come from aristocratic clans think? What would scholars from the countryside, like Dark Jade Tablet, think?
These troubled times were becoming more and more interesting.
"Precisely. Brother Liu, you returned at exactly the right time. Tomorrow, we shall dispatch our troops and sweep Ci Prefecture flat in a single stroke with thunderous force."
Yuchen flung both hands wide, and an uplifting aura surged from him.
"Very soon, this dim and stagnant world will begin to