Chapter 331: The State of Yan is Terrified into Surrender! Waiting for the Honored Guests Led by Master Xun!
Spring represents the revival of all things.
It’s a vibrant and lively season.
The Qin State chose to launch a full-scale offensive against the Chu State during such a season!
Lord Changping was originally supported by Xiang Yan to become the King of Chu.
Once he died, Chu State fell into a situation without a monarch.
The court was in turmoil, and the people’s hearts were unstable.
This was the perfect opportunity to initiate an attack.
After several months, the gunpowder prepared by the military office was quite sufficient.
Faced with such devastating weaponry, Chu State was completely powerless to resist.
In just half a year’s time, two-thirds of their territory was captured by the Qin State.
Xiang Yan sacrificed himself amidst the gunfire for his country.
The remaining soldiers retreated to defend their last piece of land.
The fall of Chu State was merely a matter of time.
And at this moment, an unexpected piece of news arrived.
The State of Yan has surrendered!
The one who persuaded the King of Yan to surrender was none other than the formidable Lord Yan Chun, who feared Li Mo like the plague!
Even a powerful state like Chu could not withstand the Qin State’s offensive.
For a small State of Yan, stubbornly resisting would only lead to destruction.
Choosing to surrender could at least preserve their lives.
Before the Qin State even made a move against them, the State of Yan had already surrendered!
In just two years, the once fragmented seven states now only consist of Qin State, Qi State, and a half-dead Chu State.
At the Sanghai’s edge, in the Little Sage Courtyard.
Today, the atmosphere in the Little Sage Courtyard is exceptionally solemn.
From Master Xun and the head of the organization Fu Nian.
To the students and disciples.
Everyone is prepared and waiting.
At the front stands the eldest, Master Xun.
Behind Master Xun are Fu Nian, Zhang Liang, and a strange young face.
The young man looks to be not very old, just a few years older than Zhang Liang.
Further back are the disciples of the Confucian School’s third and fourth generations.
Although it is already autumn, the sun still shines fiercely upon everyone.
Some disciples can’t stand the heat.
They raise their hands to wipe the sweat from their foreheads, complaining, “Who exactly is coming? They made us stand here waiting early in the morning, and it’s already noon yet there’s still no sign of them. This person sure has a big ego.”
The fellow disciple next to him quickly whispered, “Be quiet, can’t you see that Master is also waiting? The identity of the visitor must be significant.”
Master Xun stands at the very front of the crowd.
Although he is the oldest in age.
The expression on his face looks the most relaxed.
Master Xun is not only highly regarded in Confucianism.
Even in the world, few do not respect him.
Firstly, many disciples of Confucianism have gone out.
Most of these people hold positions in various states’ courts.
Secondly, he himself possesses enough strength to be feared.
Those who can prompt him to personally come out to greet them are few and far between in this world.
Zhang Liang, who was beside Fu Nian, quietly turned his head to take a look.
A strange color suddenly flashed in his eyes.
At that moment, a student behind him gently tugged at his clothing.
In a low voice, he asked, “Uncle Zifang, do you know who is coming?”
Everyone couldn’t help but suppress their curiosity.
Zhang Liang was well-known for his wisdom in the Little Sage Courtyard, and even if Master Xun hadn’t told him, he might still be able to guess a thing or two.
Fu Nian subtly cast a glance at Zhang Liang.
To be honest, he was also curious.
Because Master Xun hadn’t told him either.
He had merely instructed him early in the morning to gather the students outside to await the arrival of distinguished guests.
Zhang Liang slightly leaned back and lowered his voice, saying, “Among all the people in the world, there are only a handful that can make my uncle treat them with such respect. Who do you think is most likely to come to our Little Sage Courtyard?”
The disciples behind him immediately realized, “Is it Empress Dowager?”
Currently in Qi State, the most esteemed is not the King of Qi.
Rather, it is the King’s mother, the Empress Dowager.
The Confucian school emphasizes filial piety.
Qi State also reveres the teachings of Confucianism.
Thus, the influence of Confucian scholarship on Qi State is significant.
Consequently, the Empress Dowager has naturally become the most esteemed person in Qi State.
Just as Fu Nian also thought this way, Zhang Liang shook his head.
With gravitas, he remarked, “Pay attention to the context; I’m speaking about the world, not just Qi State.”
The crowd instantly displayed confusion.
Isn’t the Empress Dowager also part of the world?
“Zifang, stop playing games and just tell us,” a young man standing in the same row as Fu Nian and Zhang Liang chuckled.
Zhang Liang pretended to be surprised and replied, “Why, even Brother Yan Lu couldn’t guess it?”
The man named Yan Lu showed a wry smile.
He wasn’t a deity.
Master Xun called them over so early in the morning without saying anything.
How could he possibly guess?
“Could it be that you don’t know either?”
Fu Nian appeared far more serious than Yan Lu and Zhang Liang.
With a blank expression, he shot a sidelong glance at Zhang Liang.
His eyes were full of skepticism.
Zhang Liang rubbed his nose, somewhat embarrassed, and said, “How about we make a bet? If I guess correctly, would you give me that treasured wine of yours?”
Fu Nian remained unfazed: “Sure.”
Today, he simply didn’t believe this evil.
Zhang Liang narrowed his eyes, grinning, “In this world, the five people who could make my uncle come out to greet them are: one is the Empress Dowager of Qi, another is the King of Qi.”
“The other two are the most powerful current figures in the world: the Empress Dowager of Qin and King Ying Zheng.”
Master Xun respected the Empress Dowager of Qi and the King of Qi because the Little Sage Courtyard was located in Qi State.
As for the Empress Dowager of Qin and Ying Zheng, it was due to Qin State’s overwhelming strength!
In less than two years’ time, four and a half out of the six states had been absorbed by Qin State.
If Yan State succumbed as well, the demise of Chu State would inevitably lead to Qin State unifying the realm.
“And what about the last one?”
Fu Nian silently counted in his head.
Zhang Liang mentioned five people, but he had only listed four.
“There’s still one more,”
he was about to speak when a sound of wheels rolling from afar interrupted him.
Everyone turned their heads in unison towards the source of the noise.
There, a richly decorated horse-drawn carriage was slowly approaching them.
Only one carriage.
There were no attendants at the front, back, or sides.
Everyone withdrew their gazes, looking back at Zhang Liang.
They awaited his unfinished words.
A lavish carriage alone wasn’t uncommon in this prosperous Qi State.
The dignity of an individual can generally be gleaned from their entourage and mode of transport.
Although this carriage appeared luxurious, it lacked even a single attendant.
It should merely belong to a passing wealthy merchant.
However, Zhang Liang did not withdraw his gaze like the others.
Instead, he looked at the carriage and smiled, “There’s one more—this must be it!”
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