Chapter 41 Zulong: Kill all the Confucian scholars in the world to serve as a warning to others!
However, no matter how Chunyu Yue screamed and struggled, it was of no avail.

The prison chains bound him tightly, locking his anger and despair firmly in this dark prison.

His cries echoed in the empty prison, gradually becoming weak and desolate!
But at this time Ye Chi had already gone far away. He sneered in his heart and didn't care about Chunyu Yue's anger and despair.

He knew that even if Chunyu Yue could meet the First Emperor, what would it matter? !
Could it be that the First Emperor didn't know that all this was his evil plan? !
No, the First Emperor knew, but he needed him, needed his vicious policies to consolidate his rule!

Ye Chi's figure gradually disappeared into the night, and Chunyu Yue's shouts were gradually drowned out by the endless darkness.

……

At the same time, Ye Chi returned from prison, walking steadily on the moon, and went straight back to his mansion.

After this series of twists and turns, his demeanor became more calm, like a pine or cypress in the mountains, unafraid of wind and rain.

His eyes are deep, like a calm well, showing the demeanor of a wise man.

His figure stood there like a sword pointing to the sky, with an awe-inspiring demeanor.

With fluttering sleeves, he looks like an immortal descending to earth, detached from this world.

His steps seemed to contain the rhythm of heaven and earth, and each step danced with the moonlight, light yet steady.

Ye Chi's heart has also reached a state of calm and ease. Looking at the troubles in the world, they are all like passing clouds and smoke, and do not linger in his mind.

After the success, when he retired, his noble aspirations were even more evident, like an old man in a straw hat and raincoat fishing alone in a boat in the cold river, and what did he care about the disputes in the world? !

However, he did not expect that as soon as he entered the door, he would see Fusu coming towards him hurriedly, his brows full of anxiety and worry.

He held Ye Chi's hand tightly, his voice trembling a little: "Mr. Ye, I know you are very smart and you must have a way to rescue Chun Yugong and others."

"Please, for the sake of all the Confucian scholars in the world, help me!"

Ye Chi gently broke free from Fusu's hand and shook his head calmly: "Your Highness, it's not that I don't want to save him, but there is no way to save him."

"You should know that Chunyu Yue and others instigated the Confucian scholars to criticize Your Majesty. How can such a crime be forgiven? They have already been killed!"

Upon hearing this, Fusu's face turned pale. He closed his eyes in pain and murmured to himself, "I know they can't escape death, but I can't bear to see all the Confucian scholars in the world being killed! I can't bear to see my father bear the eternal infamy for this!"

His voice was full of helplessness and despair, as if he was suffocating under the weight of this heavy burden!

Ye Chi looked at Fusu's painful appearance, and a complex emotion surged in his heart.

He took a deep breath and said in a deep voice: "Your Highness, although I cannot save Chun Yuyue and others, I may be able to show you a way out."

As he said that, he took out a brocade bag from his arms and handed it to Fusu!

"If the situation develops to the point where it is out of control, you can open this treasure bag, there may be a way out of the situation inside!"

Fusu took the brocade bag and held it tightly in his hand, as if he was holding the last glimmer of hope.

He looked at Ye Chi deeply, his eyes full of gratitude and determination: "Thank you, Mr. Ye!!!"

After saying this, he turned and left, his back gradually becoming blurred in the night.

……

In Zhangtai Palace, the atmosphere was as heavy as lead.

Ying Zheng had his hands behind his back, his posture straight as a pine tree, but his brows were tightly furrowed, as if two balls of anger were burning in his eyes.

He was furious about the Confucian issue, and the anger in his heart was like a violent storm, difficult to calm down. "This group of Confucian scholars, it would be fine if they forced the emperor to abdicate, but they even dared to gather together the Confucian scholars in Xianyang, and add fuel to the fire! They are so hateful! They deserve to be killed!!"

Ying Zheng gritted his teeth, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, carrying endless murderous intent and anger.

His voice echoed in the empty hall like the wrath of thunder, shocking everyone.

The palace servants standing by were all silent as a mouse, not daring to even breathe, for fear that the slightest carelessness would bring disaster upon themselves.

Ying Zheng's anger was like a raging fire, burning in his heart.

His patience with Confucianism had reached its limit. This group of people who claimed to be saints not only forced him to abdicate without knowing what was good for him, but also dared to gather their own cliques and openly challenge his authority.

In his view, this was undoubtedly a serious provocation to his rule and was absolutely intolerable!
His eyes were as sharp as knives, as if he wanted to cut these Confucian scholars into pieces to vent his hatred.

He knew that he had to take decisive measures to intimidate this group of restless guys and let them know who is the real master of the Qin Dynasty!

Zhao Gao standing aside had a calm expression on his face. He was tall and slender, with a handsome face, eyes like bright stars, a high nose bridge, and thin lips, revealing a feminine and cunning look.

The tight black dress makes her figure more slender.

At this moment, he stood aside with his eyelids lowered, hiding the cunning and calculation in his eyes.

This person is good at observing people's words and expressions, and always pays attention to the Supreme's every move, every frown and smile.

He was meticulous and shrewd, and could often detect the Qin Shihuang's joy, anger, sorrow and happiness from his subtle expressions.

He said in a shrill voice: "Your Majesty, the Confucians are truly treasonous. They dare to criticize the government and slander your majesty's wisdom. If such madmen are not severely punished, I am afraid that the people of the world will be in chaos and the country will be in danger!!"

Upon hearing this, Ying Zheng was furious. He slammed the imperial desk and shouted, "The Confucians have misled our government and harmed our people. This is truly a heinous crime!"

"Pass on my order to bury all the Confucian scholars in the world to serve as a warning to others!"

"Anyone who dares to discuss the burning of books again will have their entire clan executed. There will be no leniency!!!"

Zhao Gao was shocked to see that the First Emperor had made such a decision in such a rage. He showed a loyal look and echoed: "Your Majesty is wise. Such a move will surely deter those who have evil intentions and maintain the laws of the court!"

Ying Zheng was still furious. He snorted coldly and swept his eyes outside the palace like a knife.

Zhao Gao lowered his head and his hands, and said nothing.

There was a solemn and murderous atmosphere inside and outside the Zhangtai Palace.

Ying Zheng’s anger was like a raging fire, burning the hearts of every Confucian scholar!!!
……

The night was dark and Fusu walked hurriedly on his way home.

He was filled with worry and couldn't help falling into deep thought.

What is uncontrollable?
Isn't the current situation out of control?

The arrest of Confucian scholars such as Chunyu Yue and the burning of Confucian classics, didn’t all this indicate that the situation was out of control?

Could it be getting even worse?

Just as Fusu was in endless worry, a servant suddenly came to report, his voice revealing an undisguised fear: "Your Highness, something terrible has happened! His Majesty has issued an order to bury all the Confucian scholars in the world!!!"

Upon hearing this, Fusu's expression suddenly changed, as if struck by lightning, and he froze in place for a moment! !
His eyes widened with disbelief, and an indescribable panic and despair surged in his heart!
Could it be that the uncontrollable situation Mr. Ye mentioned was referring to this incident? !
(End of this chapter)