Chapter 38

Chapter 38: This Won’t Do

A small courtyard by Spring River.

An old teacher rolled up his sleeves and was brewing tea, the aroma wafting through the yard.

Not far away, a kitten lay on the wall, lazily yawned, then continued to nap with its head on its front paws.

In front of the old teacher sat a man.

After the morning court session ended, the man had already changed from his official robes into casual wear.

“What do those people in the court say?” the old teacher asked.

The man chuckled helplessly, “What can they say? Each one acts as if their life is being taken.”

But if a Confucian scholar enters the court, due to the influence of Mountain and River Fortune, every day you serve, your life essence flows at the same rate as an ordinary person.

Whenever she read something exciting, she would laugh softly, her voice clear and pleasant, like the tinkling of mountain springs.

Her hair was black as ink, combed into two playful buns, tied with pink ribbons that swayed lightly with her movements.

The girl’s clothing was simple yet elegant, dressed in a light pink blouse and skirt, embroidered with exquisite lotus patterns, with a green ribbon around her waist, adding a touch of playfulness while still appearing gentle.

“Never mind.” The old teacher waved his hand, “Anyway, this old man still wants to live longer, so I won’t get involved in national affairs.”

The old teacher picked up the teapot and poured him a cup of tea, and the man quickly held the teacup with both hands.

The old teacher shook his head, “You can’t handle too much. If Wu Kingdom can’t survive, it doesn’t mean those nobles in the court can’t either. If you make those nobles unable to survive now, they won’t let you live either.”

Let’s not even talk about the southern boundary demon races.

“Cici.”

Another great era is coming soon, spiritual energy is gradually becoming more concentrated, and geniuses will emerge.

“There is.” Xiao Mochi also smiled, no longer discussing court matters, making the atmosphere lighter than before.

If a Confucian scholar does not enter the court, then their lifespan will last as long as an ordinary cultivator.

Xiao Mochi smiled, “Zhang Elder, if everything were fine, the current Wu Kingdom wouldn’t be like this.”

Xiao Mochi: “The current Wu Kingdom is like a cage, something must happen to break this cage.”

“Eh,” the old teacher shook his head, “What you said isn’t the real reason. What exactly did that old guy from White Deer Academy see?”

Putting down the teacup, Xiao Mochi stared straight into the old teacher’s eyes:

Qi Kingdom, Yunyi Marquis Mansion.

No one can avoid the struggle.

“Hmm.” The old teacher nodded, “It’s very normal, after 250 years of establishment, the nobles have colluded enough, there’s already a situation where you’re in me and I’m in you. Your reform…”

With a soft call, a young woman who looked to be in her twenties walked in.

A nine-year-old little girl sat in the study, flipping through poetry collections one after another.

“Zhang Elder, our position in Wu Kingdom is not good. Demon countries, Northern Wilderness Barbaric Kingdom, Western Sect of Demons Buddhist Sect, and Qi Kingdom to the east, which one is easy to deal with? Now Wu Kingdom has accumulated problems for a long time, if we want to cure these problems, we must use strong medicine!”

Her delicate hands always gently held the book, as if afraid of dirtying those precious words.

The little girl’s face was as white as jade, her eyes bright like stars, shining with curiosity and wisdom.

If I say too much, and the old teacher gets too involved, it will affect the old teacher enjoying his twilight years.

“You…” The old teacher sighed helplessly, “Are too hasty, too straightforward. Being too hasty leads to mistakes, being too straightforward leads to breaking.”

Old Teacher: “But one of them is a bastard.”

Wu Kingdom must survive, reforms are necessary.”

The old teacher thought for a moment, “What about those two kids?”

Not to mention our Wu Kingdom borders tens of thousands of demon kingdoms in the southern boundary. Once war breaks out, our Wu Kingdom will be the first to bear the brunt.

“The last great era came ten thousand years ago, the world was in chaos, countless lives perished, humans rose up, drove the demons to the southern boundary, and became the masters of this land.

“…” Xiao Mochi remained silent.

How could humans live in harmony?

Among human dynasties, cultivation sects, all deceive each other.

“What does His Majesty say?”

“…” Xiao Mochi caressed the teacup in his hand, without answering.

“I’ve decided.” Xiao Mochi nodded, “I came here today also wanting to borrow two people from the old teacher.”

“…” Xiao Mochi fell silent, saying no more.

Confucians cultivate Righteous Aura, just like ordinary practitioners, divided into fifteen levels in total.

Xiao Mochi: “Yes.”

Life is too precious for cultivators. Perhaps just a hundred years less, they could break through to the next level, not to mention three thousand years…

So many Confucian scholars don’t want to enter the court, they only want to focus on their studies.

“A great era is coming.” After a long pause, Xiao Mochi spoke.

The old teacher’s hand holding the teapot paused for a moment, then he nodded, “Is that so…”

No one can stand aside.

The old teacher wasn’t in a hurry, he just calmly poured tea.

But more Confucian scholars still choose to enter the court without hesitation. However, most only serve for about twenty years before leaving.

After another thousand years of evolution, this established the current pattern.

“Princess Consort.” Xiao Mochi replied, “It should be specifically in thirty-two days.”

The old teacher raised his head, his eyes sharp like a hawk, piercing as if to dissect a person: “Too hasty.”

“Then have you decided on your candidates?” the old teacher asked.

“But for a cultivator with a ten-thousand-year lifespan at the Xiānrén Jìng stage, these thirty years are equivalent to three thousand years.”

For ordinary people, thirty years is just thirty years.

This old teacher has already served in the court for fifty whole years.

“Oh?” The old teacher smiled, “Who here can I lend you?”

“Mother.” Zhu Cici jumped off the chair, her steps lightly swaying, like a lotus dancing gracefully in water.

The dignified and graceful young woman squatted down, smiling at her daughter: “Cici, how about mother taking you out to play in a month?”