Qin Dynasty: Your Majesty, I really am a time traveler.

"Everyone, please be patient!"

Having calmed the others down and their anger subsided, Chunyu Yue stepped forward with a smug grin.

"It seems that the Grand Preceptor's understanding of the Analects differs from our Confucian orthodox understanding of the Analects. However, this is not a problem. We should still support each other."

Tang Yu already understood the ulterior motives of Chunyu Yue and his ilk.

He genuinely respected Confucius, but he didn't treat these Confucian scholars who used Confucius's name with any kindness. Since he had already received the gifts, he was pretty much ready to turn against them.

"What you're saying is utterly unreasonable. Why is my understanding wrong? Does it mean that my teacher can't understand a passage from the Analects? Or perhaps Confucius appeared in your dream and revealed the true meaning of the Analects to you, so you're saying my teacher's understanding is flawed?"

Tang Yu's attitude caused the Confucian scholars to change their expressions. Even if his previous words were unorthodox, they could accept them.

As long as Prince Fusu can ascend the throne as their representative of Confucianism, then all the sacrifices will be worthwhile!

But if we truly follow Tang Yu's words and distort the meaning of the Analects, who knows what Fusu will become in the future, and what all the scholars in the world will become.

This is uprooting Confucianism!

"Your Excellency, you've passed!!"

Chunyu Yue looked at Tang Yu with a dark face and his eyes were full of anger, but Tang Yu still waved his hand dismissively.

"Who do you think you are? How dare you talk to me like that? Put your things down and get out of here!"

"Stay away from Fusu. If I ever see you old bastards in front of Fusu again, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

After saying this, Tang Yu summoned his S686 and pointed it at Chunyu Yue and the others. The black barrel of the gun instantly cleared their eyes.

The Confucian scholars, who were originally preparing to launch a personal attack on Tang Yu, were immediately silenced and had no choice but to leave with dark faces and their tails between their legs.

……

After stepping out, Chunyu Yue turned his head to look at the vast Xianyang Palace, his words carrying a hint of murderous intent.

"It seems that our Prince Fusu's new teacher doesn't particularly like Confucianism?"

"But this is for the best. How can one person have two teachers? Two tigers cannot share one mountain, so I have no choice but to resort to this tactic!"

……

Xianyang Palace

Ying Zheng, who was still processing memorials, heard the Black Ice Guard personnel come to report the situation.

"To hear the Way in the morning and die in the evening is simply... and your parents are in my hands, you can't escape, sir, you are truly talented!"

His usually serious face was now filled with a subtle smile, and he was overjoyed. It seemed that Mr. Tang, like himself, also disliked Confucianism!

How could they have taught my son to be so cowardly? They deserve to die!!

Thinking of this, Qin Shi Huang twirled the pen in his hand, making a sound. The future suicide of Fusu had become a knot in his heart. Ying Zheng was also relieved that Tang Yu's arrival had changed the future.

But perhaps there's some truth to your absurd interpretation, sir? If that's the case…

"Someone! Order Prince Fusu to study more with Master Tang, and to learn the true Analects from him!"

……

After hearing Meng Tian's report, Fusu's face showed a hint of anxiety.

He naturally liked the new teacher his father had assigned him very much. Tang Yu was not only very knowledgeable, but he could also integrate many profound principles into life, making them easy for people to understand.

This seems to be even more impressive than Chunyu Yue, the great Confucian scholar I followed before. But after all, Confucian scholars were my teachers before. What should I do?

Seeing Fusu so conflicted, Meng Tian was anxious.

He knew Fusu's personality all too well; for example, the words "a gentleman" and "a gentleman as fine as jade" seemed to have been born for Fusu.

But as a son of royalty and a person of this era, he was destined not to be a gentleman; these things would only harm him!

On the contrary, Meng Tian, ​​who came from a military background, found the words of the Grand Preceptor to be more and more reasonable the more he thought about them, as if he had found a kindred spirit!

If Meng Tian had been told beforehand that this was the content of the Analects, he might have learned it faster than anyone else.

"Meng Tian, ​​what do you think I should do about this?"

Coming to his senses, Meng Tian, ​​upon hearing Fusu's question, immediately replied without hesitation:

"In that case, we shall obey His Majesty's words and the Crown Prince shall study diligently under the guidance of the Grand Preceptor."

"But what Chunyu Yue and the other scholars said also makes a lot of sense..."

"Why doesn't the Crown Prince attend a couple of lessons with the Imperial Preceptor before making a judgment?"

Instead of directly stating whose side he supported, Meng Tian asked a very clever question in return.

For some reason, Meng Tian had a lot of confidence in Tang Yu. He felt that if Fusu took Tang Yu's class, he would definitely not think about Chunyu Yue and the others.

"In that case, I will go and listen to the Grand Preceptor's interpretation of the Analects to see what mysteries it holds."

……

"Tuk Tuk Tuk"

The next morning, Tang Yu had just gotten out of bed when he heard a knock on the door.

When he opened the door, he saw Fusu standing respectfully in front of it.

"Disciple Fusu pays respects to his teacher."

Upon seeing Fusu arrive, Tang Yu merely yawned and turned to walk into the house.

"You've arrived quite early. In that case, sit down and have breakfast with your teacher."

"Disciple, obey."

After Fusu obediently entered the door, he saw Tang Yu carrying two eggs toward the kitchen. Curious, he went in to take a look and found that Tang Yu had already fried the eggs in the pan.

"Zizzizi~"

Seeing his teacher's skillful cooking techniques, it was clear that this wasn't the first time he had done it. Fu Su wanted to speak, but there was a hint of hesitation on his face.

Tang Yu had already seen it and immediately waved his hand.

"Stop being so wishy-washy, just say what you have to say!"

"Teacher, I have heard that a gentleman keeps away from the kitchen, but it is rather inappropriate for you to come to the kitchen and cook yourself?"

Tang Yu, who was silenced by Fu Su's words, continued frying his eggs without turning his head.

"Did those Confucian fools tell you this again? They're so lazy and ignorant about farming! They're the biggest parasites in this society!"

"Confucianism..."

Seeing his former teacher being evaluated in this way, Fusu subconsciously wanted to speak up in defense, but before he knew it, Tang Yu had already put the eggs into two bowls and taken them out.

"Come on, let's eat and talk."

Tang Yu looked at Fusu, whose mouth was dripping with oil from eating, and couldn't help but laugh to himself.

"How's it going? Is it delicious?"

"It's delicious, teacher, your cooking is really good."

"As long as it tastes good, that's all that matters. Which do you think is more important, this egg or the Four Books and Five Classics you've studied?"

"Of course, it's the Four Books and Five Classics!"

Fu Su answered without hesitation, and Tang Yu nodded.

"In that case, which do you think is more important, the Confucian teacher or the cook?"

"Those must be Confucian teachers. Their status is so noble. How can a cook compare to them?"