Chapter 6: History as Evidence, Name as Vast as the Mountains and Rivers!
Ye Ning aimed the artillery fire at Cao Meng once again.
King of Wei, with his esteemed status?
In his eyes, I am nothing more than a pawn.
As long as you’re willing to kill me, you’ll be my good friend!
Cao Meng drawing his sword in front of the emperor was evidently a domineering person. Such a person, with such audacity, would surely kill me, right?
Ye Ning had a very strong expectation of Cao Meng.
With the imperial seal in his arms, he stood before the jade steps and said proudly,
“If you want to assassinate the emperor, today you’ll have to step over my dead body first!”
As he spoke, his eyes showed disdain. Clearly a weak scholar, yet exuding an aura of overlooking the world!
“We scholars should be like this!”
The civil and military officials were even more ashamed after seeing this.
Many of them even shed tears instantly, wishing they could find a hole to hide in.
In the past, everyone was numb, and they could always console themselves by looking at each other.
If everyone else is like this, why should I act tough?
But today, Ye Ning’s actions tore off their fig leaves of shame.
All the court officials were cowards, and only a low-ranking seal official maintained the righteousness of a subject!
What is this?
This is a hero!
Confucius said, “To be benevolent is to be a man,” and Mencius said, “To take righteousness as priority.”
From Ye Ning, everyone seemed to see the sages depicted in the books of saints.
It turned out that there were such fearless people in the world!
“What a great seal official! My Great Zhou’s millennium-old country finally has a loyal minister!”
Ji Mingyue was even more inexplicably excited.
Ye Ning, standing on the jade steps, appeared fragile, as if he could be blown away by a gust of wind.
But in his eyes, he was like a towering mountain!
Since ascending to the throne, he had concealed his brilliance and accumulated strength. It seemed like he was tolerating, but deep down, he hoped for a hero to come forward to shield him from wind and rain.
Unfortunately, he had never met such a person.
But today, his wish came true.
A warm current flowed in his withered heart, a warmth he had never felt before!
His snow-white neck, without an Adam’s apple, wriggled as he swallowed saliva several times out of excitement.
This was concern for Ye Ning’s fate.
In the court, with villains in power, where could loyal ministers and righteous men fit in?
“Outrageous!” Sure enough, Cao Meng was almost furious.
How dignified was his status?
Being scolded by a low-ranking official like this, how could he bear it?
“Do you really think I dare not kill you?”
He brandished his long sword, exuding killing intent.
It should be noted that King of Wei was not a weakling, but a general with both civil and military prowess. He had led troops against foreign enemies and killed countless people.
This outbreak naturally brought forth a surge of murderous intent.
This murderous intent was so fierce that even the slightest hint of cowardice in one’s heart would be immediately magnified.
However, when the murderous intent surged into Ye Ning’s body, it was like a mud cow entering the sea, with no reaction at all.
He truly wasn’t afraid of death!
Cao Meng was shocked!
He had seen many brave warriors in the world, but no matter how brave they were, there was always a trace of fear in their hearts.
But the low-ranking official in front of him was truly fearless. He didn’t feel the slightest fear from this person.
Instead, there was a sparkle in his eyes, as if he couldn’t wait to die by the sword!
This surprised Cao Meng, but also earned him some admiration.
He had commanded thousands of troops, and he admired heroes the most.
He was also famous for his love of talent. In the past, there had been enemy generals who killed his son, but out of respect for their bravery, he had spared their lives and even recruited them.
There was also an enemy literary official who personally wrote a denunciation against him, insulting his ancestors for generations, but he admired the man’s literary talent. After winning the battle, he didn’t pursue it. Instead, he befriended him and exchanged literary works with him every day.
It could be said that Cao Meng was such a person, loving talent as his life, with both the aura of a commoner and that of a hero.
The more fearless Ye Ning appeared, the more it stirred his love for talent.
Although most of his killing intent dissipated, he still looked fierce and said viciously,
“You think you’re not afraid of death, you’re just seeking fame. Do you think your name can be spread? Impossible. I guarantee that no one in this world will ever praise your name. Your death will be in vain!”
Whether it’s in vain or not doesn’t matter. As long as I die, it’s fine.
Ye Ning’s request was simple, just seeking death.
However, after standing on the moral high ground and speaking so much to Cao Meng, he also felt a bit influenced.
After all, he was now a righteous man unafraid of death. Such a person was most relatable. To put it bluntly, he had also gotten into character.
He took a deep breath and said,
“My name is unknown.
“My righteousness will endure through the ages!
“Moreover, even if nameless, history will be my witness, and the vast mountains and rivers will be my name!”
With these words, like rolling thunder, they resounded throughout the court.
Immediately after, like the resounding of a great bell, they spread out from the main hall.
“Even if nameless, history will be my witness, and the vast mountains and rivers will be my name!”
“Even if nameless, history will be my witness, and the vast mountains and rivers will be my name!”
“Even if nameless, history will be my witness, and the vast mountains and rivers will be my name!”
In the imperial capital, countless literati, knights, merchants, and laborers all stopped.
In the imperial capital, countless academies and schools, the statues of sages worshipped there, at this moment, emitted a dazzling white light.
It was as if the sages had revived, and voices of righteousness, accompanied by passionate tones, echoed in the ears of countless people.
“Who is it? Who can resonate with the sages?” Countless literati exclaimed, feeling the literary qi boiling in their bodies, shocked and shedding tears.
Because they felt a surge of heroic spirit that made their blood boil!