Chapter 38: If the classics are not burned, the world will be difficult to stabilize!
Fusu didn't have time to think about it, nor did he care about Chunyu Yue's safety, and hurriedly left Zhangtai Palace!

He rushed along with only one thought in his mind, to find Ye Chi and save Confucianism!!!
His robes fluttered in the wind, his heart pounding wildly in his chest.

He had never been so anxious, nor so desperate!
However, he knew that he could not give up and he had to do everything he could to save it all.

……

The night is as dark as ink, with stars sparsely scattered across the sky.

In the deep night, the lights in Ye Chi’s mansion appeared particularly bright, like an isolated island standing in the endless darkness.

In the study, Ye Chi sat alone, holding a Confucian classic in one hand and a jade cup in the other. The nectar in the cup sparkled with an alluring luster under the light.

His gaze was deep and distant, as if it could penetrate the thick night sky and reach the endless void behind the stars.

Suddenly, a meteor streaked across the night sky, leaving behind a dazzling streak of light!

A meaningful smile appeared on Ye Chi's lips. He whispered to himself, "Are you Confucians satisfied with my poisonous plan?"

After saying this, he gently put down the jade cup in his hand and slowly placed the book on his knees.

His eyes followed the falling star closely, and an inexplicable emotion surged in his heart.

There is an old saying: "When a great sage dies in the world, a meteor falls."

He couldn't help but wonder, is Chunyu Yue worthy of the title of a great sage?

Can they withstand the omen of the falling meteor? !

Haha! He chuckled at himself, revealing a kind of determination and ruthlessness in his laughter!

His eyes suddenly became cold and stern, as if they could penetrate all hypocrisy and affectation.

He said coldly: "After today, there will be no more Confucianists in the world!!"

As he finished speaking, he stood up suddenly and threw the book in his hand into the brazier beside him!
The classics were instantly reduced to ashes under the raging flames, as if foreshadowing the end of Confucianism!
Ye Chi's gaze was as cold as ice, revealing an unquestionable determination and firmness!
He knew that his action would inevitably arouse indignation and dissatisfaction among scholars all over the world.

But so what?
Ye Chi never lived to please others. Everything he did was to realize his own beliefs and ideals.

In this world, only the strong can survive, and only the wise can control everything! !

He turned and looked at the deep night sky outside the window, and an inexplicable sense of pride surged in his heart.

……

The atmosphere in Fengchang Temple was as heavy as lead.

Chunyu Yue was carefully carried back by everyone and lay on the couch. His face was as pale as paper, his eyes were closed, and he seemed to have fallen into a deep coma.

Doctors and scholars gathered around him, all with anxious looks on their faces, and whispered about possible methods of treatment.

"Why would Lord Chunyu be like this?" a Confucian scholar couldn't help but ask softly, his voice revealing deep worry.

"Alas, it's all because of our incompetence that Dr. Chunyu has to suffer such a heavy crime!" sighed another doctor, his tone full of self-blame.

Chunyu Yue heard the anxious discussions of his colleagues, and an indescribable guilt surged in his heart.

He originally wanted to bring up the issue of enfeoffment again by criticizing the actions of Qin Shi Huang and Li Si, but he did not expect that this would lead to the burning of Confucian classics.

He knew very well that all this was his fault, and that he had brought this unprovoked disaster upon Confucianism! !
"I, Chunyu Yue, originally wanted to die for my loyalty, but I unexpectedly became a sinner of Confucianism!!"

He cried out in pain in his heart, and grief and anger surged into his heart like a tide.

He thought of his former ideals, the dignity and glory of Confucianism, but all of this turned to ashes in his hands!
"If I had died for my country, I would have left my name in history, but now I have become the eternal sinner of Confucianism!!"

Chunyu Yue's heart was filled with regret and self-blame.

He lay on the sickbed, his face pale as gold paper, and his breath as weak as a thread.

Under his furrowed brows, his eyes were sunken, revealing extreme fatigue and pain.

Suddenly, his body trembled, and blood gushed out of his mouth, spurting out like a fountain, staining the bedding beneath him red, with spots all over it, shocking to the eye! !

The doctors and scholars around were all panicked and horrified when they saw this.

They rushed forward, surrounded Chunyu Yue's bed and checked his injuries.

However, although they were well versed in classics, history, and literature, they knew nothing about medicine. Faced with such serious injuries, they could only stand helpless and anxious in vain!
"Dr. Chunyu! Dr. Chunyu!" someone exclaimed, with deep fear and helplessness in his voice.

"What should we do? How can we just stand by and watch him die?" another doctor said with great sorrow, his hands clenched into fists with veins bulging.

Everyone gathered together, talking a lot, but at a loss as to what to do.

They could only watch Chunyu Yue struggling in pain, with guilt and grief surging in their hearts like a tide.

They knew that what Chunyu Yue needed at this moment was not only physical treatment, but also spiritual comfort.

However, what can they do?

They could only watch this once great scholar struggle with guilt and grief, but were unable to provide him with any substantial help.

At this moment, they deeply felt their own powerlessness and insignificance.

Chunyu Yue was lying on the sickbed, his consciousness gradually becoming blurred.

He felt that his life was slipping away bit by bit, and the guilt and grief in his heart became stronger and stronger.

He couldn't help but shed tears of pain, soaking the pillowcase!
"Oh, God! I, Chunyu Yue, have devoted my entire life to Confucianism, but I never expected to end up like this!" He cried in his heart, his voice filled with endless sorrow and despair.

...Fusu hurriedly crossed a corner of the ancient street in Xianyang City, his heart burning with anxiety.

He had been very uneasy since his father ordered the burning of books, knowing full well that this move would be a devastating blow to Confucianism.

At this moment, he urgently needs to find Ye Chi, hoping that this wise man can come up with a plan to save the situation!

It was a dim night, and Fusu hurriedly arrived at Ye Chi's residence with an anxious heart.

However, when he was about to step into the solemn gate, a pretty girl came up to him lightly, her eyes sparkling with a smart light, but her tone was a little apologetic: "Sir, are you here to visit Mr. Ye Chi?"

Fusu nodded and said anxiously: "That's right, I have something important to discuss with Mr. Ye, please inform me!"

The girl shook her head gently, with a helpless smile on her lips: "Sir, you came at an untimely time. Mr. Ye just went out and is not in the mansion at the moment."

Upon hearing this, Fusu's heart sank suddenly, and anxiety surged into his heart like a tide!
He clenched his fists and frowned, as if he was thinking about how to deal with this sudden change, and he murmured unconsciously: "What should I do?"

Seeing this, the girl comforted him softly, "Don't worry, young master. Mr. Ye has always been sensible in his actions. I believe he will be back soon. If you don't mind, you can wait for him in the mansion."

Fusu calmed down a little after hearing this.

He took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

He knew that being anxious at the moment would be useless, and he could only wait patiently for Ye Chi to return.

So he nodded and thanked her: "In that case, thank you very much, young lady."

After saying this, Fusu turned around and walked into the palace, but his heart was in turmoil and he couldn't calm down.

He kept repeating in his mind: "Mr. Ye, you must come back soon!"

The house was brightly lit. The girl beside Ye Chi gently brought the fragrant tea and exquisite snacks and whispered, "Sir, please have some tea. Mr. Ye will be back soon."

However, how could Fusu have the mood to taste tea at this moment?
He was concerned about the safety of the people of the world and Confucian classics, and his anxiety was burning in his heart.

At first, he could barely sit still, with his hands clenched into fists on his knees, his brows full of worry.

But as time passed, there was still no sign of Ye Chi returning, and Fusu could no longer sit still.

He stood up suddenly, walked out of the hall hurriedly and came to the yard.

The night breeze was cool, ruffling his scattered hair and clothes, but it could not blow away the anxiety and worry in his heart.

Fusu was wandering anxiously in the courtyard, his brows furrowed like a "川" shape, and his heart was filled with anxiety, as if a hundred claws were trying to itch him.

"Where did Mr. Ye go? Why hasn't he come back yet?" Fusu kept repeating this in his mind, his anxiety growing stronger.

He knew very well that this matter concerned the survival of Confucianism and the well-being of all people in the world, and could not tolerate any carelessness or delay!
As he thought, Fusu's steps became more and more hurried.

He paced back and forth in the yard, sometimes stopping to gaze into the distance, sometimes lowering his head to think for a moment.

The anxiety and helplessness in his heart intertwined together, making it almost impossible for him to suppress the impulse in his heart!
Should we use the power of the Black Ice Platform to find Ye Chi?

However, the Black Ice Platform is the most confidential force under my father's command and should not be used easily.

Fusu was hesitant and even more anxious.

He looked up at the sky, only to see the hazy moonlight and dim stars, as if they too were feeling helpless and regretful about the affairs of this world.

"Oh!" Fusu sighed, the anxiety and helplessness in his heart almost overwhelmed him.

This feeling of restlessness and anxiety made Fusu feel unprecedented torment and torture.

Just when Fusu was anxious and helpless, Ye Chi's figure suddenly appeared at the gate of the courtyard.

He walked leisurely and looked calm, as if he was oblivious to everything in the world.

Upon seeing this, Fusu rushed forward and pleaded, "Mr. Ye, you are finally back! Please think of a way to save those sage books!"

Ye Chi looked at Fusu's anxious expression, shook his head gently, and sighed: "Your Highness, why are you so persistent?"

"If the classics are not burned, the world will never be settled!"

"This is His Majesty's order. What can I do about it?!"

When Fusu heard this, he felt despair.

He knew Ye Chi's wisdom and insight very well. If even he was helpless, wouldn't Confucian culture really be cut off? !
He clenched his fists, his nails digging deep into his palms, but he didn't feel any pain.

"Mr. Ye, is there really no other way?" Fusu asked unwillingly, his voice full of despair and helplessness.

Ye Chi looked into Fusu's eyes, and after a moment of silence, he slowly said: "Your Highness, you know that the world is like a game of chess, and every move needs to be carefully considered. His Majesty's will is beyond your control. At this moment, the only way to protect yourself is to follow the trend of the times!"

Fusu felt a chill in his heart after hearing Ye Chi's words.

He knew that Ye Chi was telling the truth.

However, he could not accept this reality.

He turned and left, his back looking increasingly lonely and helpless in the night.

Ye Chi looked at Fusu's departing back, sighed lightly, and turned back to his residence.

He knew that Fusu must be heartbroken at the moment, but he also understood that there were some things that he alone could not undo!

(End of this chapter)