Fusu ascended the throne with Zhang Han and Meng Tian's support. His foremost concern was how to present himself to the millions of Qin people in Guanzhong, and naturally, he needed Meng Yun's advice on this.
Meng Yun had already heard that the Luo Clan Lineage had appeared in the world. The moment that news arrived, he knew the destruction of the Great Qin dynasty was inevitable. As the most orthodox heir of the Meng Clan, he ought to follow the Luo Clan.
This was not merely a matter of personal feeling. Too many books of the Mengzi School had been lost. How could there be so many people in the world with unforgettable memories? Memory alone could never recover so many books, especially all the original annotations.
Meng Yun believed that since the Luo Clan Lineage had escaped with their lives, the Repository of Classics could not have been utterly consumed by war. After all, it was the most precious treasure of the entire Luo Clan.
In a quiet room, Fusu and Meng Yun sat facing each other. Meng Yun looked at Fusu with a trace of pity, feeling some regret. Had Fusu simply died with the Great Wall Corps back then, perhaps he could still have left a good name in history.
At least countless people would have lamented that such a kind and loving eldest son had failed to inherit the imperial throne. Now, however, he would become the ruler of a fallen state.
His face clouded with worry, Fusu asked, "Master Meng Yun, now that Huhai is dead, which-generation emperor should I call myself?"
Meng Yun was deeply conflicted. He did not know where he stood. Fusu had shown him kindness and loyalty. Had the Luo Clan not remained in this world, he would naturally have