DLERB -Chapter 105 From Today On, Confucius Is Dead!

“Your Highness, please say something!”

The old Confucian scholar was still shouting, looking utterly heartbroken.

“You are a benevolent and righteous gentleman! You cannot stand by and watch the Ninth Prince stray onto the wrong path!”

“You must immediately order the skull mound dismantled and apologize to the Xiongnu! Only then can Great Qin’s virtue be displayed!”

“It doesn’t disgust me.”

Fusu spoke.

His voice was hoarse.

Completely devoid of emotion.

He slowly extended his hand.

That slender, pale hand accustomed to holding a writing brush—

Now gripped the bloodstained curved saber tightly.

So tightly that his knuckles turned white.

Veins bulged across the back of his hand like twisted worms.

“Young Master?”

The old scholar froze.

Something about Fusu today felt terribly wrong.

“Young Master, that blade is a weapon of violence. It is improper for you to hold it…”

Fusu ignored him completely.

Using his other hand to brace against the ground—

He slowly stood up.

The motion was heavy and deliberate.

Like a man finally straightening his back after carrying a thousand-pound burden.

He raised his head.

Those eyes that had once been warm as jade and filled with compassion—

Now—

Contained only endless darkness.

As though soaked in the blackest ink.

Or perhaps…

Like a ghost crawling out from mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

The scholars felt chills crawl up their spines under his gaze and instinctively stepped backward.

“Y-Young Master… what kind of look is that?”

“The sages said a gentleman should be gentle as jade—”

Fusu suddenly laughed.

That laugh sounded even worse than crying.

Hoarse, cracked, overflowing with endless self-mockery and pain.

“Heh… hehehe…”

“Sages?”

It was as though he had just heard the funniest joke in the world.

“Where are the sages?”

Fusu pointed the bloodstained saber toward Deputy General Wang’s cold corpse lying on the ground.

“Did they see him?”

Then he pointed outside toward the alley, toward the infant nailed to the wooden post.

“Did the sages save him?”

“Or perhaps…”

Fusu’s gaze slowly shifted onto the old scholar who was still rambling endlessly.

“The sage looks like you?”

The old scholar’s face instantly turned pale.

“Insolence! Fusu! How dare you slander the sages!”

“Did all the books you read get fed to dogs?!”

“I…”

Fusu stared at him.

“The books I read really were fed to dogs.”

Before the words had even finished—

He suddenly swung the saber.

SWISH!

A flash of cold light streaked through the air.

The scholars screamed in terror, thinking Fusu was about to kill someone.

But the blade did not strike at any of them.

Instead—

It slashed toward himself.

That tattered white Confucian robe, its sleeves soaked with blood—

Was severed cleanly from the shoulder.

The cut sleeve fluttered slowly down onto the blood-covered ground.

“From this day onward—”

Fusu’s voice was colder than ice.

“I, Fusu, sever all ties with you rotten scholars who know only empty words!”

“This Confucian robe on my body does not deserve to be stained with the blood of Great Qin’s soldiers!”

The old scholars were completely stunned.

They pointed at Fusu with trembling fingers.

“Y-You’ve gone mad!”

“Cutting your robe to sever ties? You are betraying your teachers and ancestors!”

The leading old scholar trembled with fury as he pointed at Fusu’s nose.

“This is outrageous rebellion! How can you face the teachings of Confucius?!”

“Confucius?”

Fusu repeated the name slowly.

Then he raised the saber once more.

“All I know is that he could not save my soldiers.”

“He could not save my people!”

“In that case…”

“Let him die!”

SWISH!!

Another blade flash faster than the eye could follow.

The old scholar’s shouting stopped abruptly.

He only felt a sudden chill atop his head.

Something fell down.

The old scholar instinctively reached up and touched his head.

What he felt was a mess of loose white hair.

The ceremonial crown symbolizing his identity and status—together with the hairpin holding it in place—had been sliced clean off and fallen into the blood-soaked ground.

The blade had passed almost directly against his scalp.

If it had been even a fraction off—

What fell would not have been his crown.

It would have been his head.

The old scholar’s legs gave out.

With a thud, he collapsed onto the floor.

A foul smell spread from his trousers.

He had pissed himself from fright.

“Get out.”

Fusu pointed the tip of the saber at the horrified Confucian scholars.

One single word.

Yet it crashed down like thunder.

The scholars scrambled away in terror, crawling and stumbling over each other.

None of them dared run slowly.

They feared the next head to be sliced off would be their own.

Clap. Clap. Clap.

Ying Ziye applauded from the side.

He walked over to the old scholar trembling on the floor and crouched down with a grin.

Smiling cheerfully, he patted the man’s face.

“Old man, did you hear that?”

“My big brother told you to get lost.”

Ying Ziye picked up the fallen ceremonial crown and waved it in front of the old scholar’s eyes.

“Bit of a shame he didn’t kill anyone.”

“But…”

He glanced back at Fusu, who stood there gripping the saber like a god of slaughter.

“At least now he finally looks like a Qin man.”

“If you dare keep talking nonsense next time…”

Ying Ziye tossed the crown back into the old scholar’s arms.

“My brother might not hold the blade so steadily.”

The old scholar fled in panic.

At last, the mortuary fell silent.

At the doorway in the distance—

Qin Shi Huang stood there holding the Tai’a Sword, watching coldly the entire time.

At this moment, the icy disappointment on his youthful face finally began to melt.

In its place appeared the faintest trace—

Of approval.

Even he himself did not notice it.

Fusu let the curved saber fall from his hand.

Then he turned—

Toward Ying Zheng.

Without the slightest hesitation—

He knelt heavily.

This time, it was not because of fear.

Nor because of the instinctive suppression of bloodline authority.

It was because he had awakened.

BANG!

His forehead slammed hard against the cold stone floor.

Blood streamed down from his brow.

“Your son, Fusu, is guilty!”

“Your son was foolish! Only today do I finally understand—dignity exists only upon the edge of the sword, and truth exists only within firing range!”

“Father Emperor’s empire was not built on benevolence!”

“It was built on iron and blood!”

Fusu raised his head once more.

Those eyes, washed clean by blood and tears, no longer held the slightest confusion.

Only overwhelming killing intent and absolute resolve remained.

“Father Emperor, please permit your son to enlist!”

“Your son is willing to become a mere soldier of Great Qin—to march north and slaughter the Hu barbarians until death!”

The moment those words fell—

Inside Ying Ziye’s mind—

A violent system notification exploded forth like thunder!

【Ding!】

【Detected: Key historical figure of Great Qin — Crown Prince Fusu — has reconstructed his beliefs and awakened the “Iron-Blooded Will”!】

【His personal fate and the destiny of Great Qin have undergone a fundamental reversal!】

【Triggered — National Fortune Critical Strike!!!】

【Reward One: Improved potato seeds. Yield increased to 5,000 jin per mu. Greatly enhanced cold and drought resistance!】

【Reward Two: Host has obtained special skill — Conqueror’s Haki (Beginner)!】

【Conqueror’s Haki (Beginner): Uses overwhelming aura to suppress enemies. Weak-willed targets may faint directly. Effective at intimidating armies and weakening morale!】

Ying Ziye’s eyes lit up.

Conqueror’s Haki?

Now that was good stuff.

An absolute battlefield-clearing skill!

He stepped forward and helped Fusu to his feet.

At this point, Fusu was completely exhausted, his body swaying weakly.

“Big Brother.”

Supporting him, Ying Ziye revealed a cold smile utterly unfitting for his age.

“Done crying?”

Fusu nodded blankly.

“Come on.”

Ying Ziye dragged him toward the outside of the city.

“I’ll show you something.”

“Your first batch of ‘military merits.’”

He jerked his chin toward the city gates.

Out there—

Tens of thousands of disarmed Xiongnu prisoners were penned together like livestock.

Their eyes were filled with fear and confusion.