In the late summer of the ninth year of Yonghe, the heat had yet to abate in Shanyin, Kuaiji. And Liu Acheng soon faced an interrogation from Wang Xizhi.
"Yulong, I hear you're only waiting to turn twenty at the end of the year before taking charge of a commandery?" After discussing the Northern Expedition, Wang Xizhi suddenly asked him this.
Liu Acheng was not surprised in the slightest. After all, Wang Xizhi belonged to the Langya Wang Clan, was General of the Right Army, and served as Interior Minister of Kuaiji. Other people might not know such news, but he could learn it from a casual letter of greeting from any of his brothers.
So he immediately nodded.
"Then how do you intend to govern?" Xie An suddenly interjected, waving toward Wang Xizhi. "I know what you're going to ask."
Liu Cheng was just about to speak when Yu Cun, seated at the far end, also jumped in. "And I know what Yulong's going to answer."
Helpless, Wang Xizhi and Liu Cheng could only close their mouths and watch these two conduct the questions and answers for them.
"Let's hear it," Xie An replied teasingly.
"First, he'll follow Emperor Gaozu of Han's example and establish a three-clause compact with the Guanzhong Elders! Those who engage in Pure Conversation shall die, those who drink themselves into unrestrained abandon shall be exiled, and those who dare pass judgment on people shall pay fines to expiate their crimes!" Yu Cun answered loudly.
Everyone erupted at this. Even Wang Xizhi laughed until tears came to his eyes, his finger shaking as he pointed at Yu Cun, unable to get a single word out.
There really was nothing to say. As a mockery of Liu Cheng, a "celebrity scholar" fundamentally unlike all the others,