53: Chapter 53 Zhang Liang's tearful roar: "Since Zifang was born, why was Fusu born?!"

"Hahaha!"

Xiang Yu said happily, "Thank you for the praise, Uncle."

Fan Zeng: "Hehehehe..."

He was also a clever man; how could he not hear the hidden meaning in Xiang Liang's words?

It was unclear whether Xiang Yu trusted his uncle too much or was simply too naive, as he actually didn't catch it!

Fan Zeng continued listening to Zhao Fusu talk about the enfeoffment system.

"With the alternation of hegemonies, the vassal states have continuously undergone division."

"Some rise, while others fall."

"Under these circumstances, new powerful nations will form."

"After these new powers form, the strong inevitably annex the weak, leading to so-called mergers."

"By the end of these mergers, only a few major powers remain in the world."

"These are the Seven Warring States."

"These major powers competed with each other, and eventually, the strongest one annexed all the others."

"This has been the great trend of development for the world over the past thousand years."

"This great trend has been forged through a millennium of history; it is something no one can change."

"Once this final state has annexed the world, the choice it faces is either to repeat the same mistakes by implementing the enfeoffment system again, leading to more struggles for hegemony and more annexations."

"Senior Brother Sun Daping."

Zhao Fusu asked in return, "The wars of a thousand years have only just ceased for a few years. Do you still wish to see the cycle repeat once more!"

"Back then, Confucius traveled through the various states for the purpose of persuading their monarchs to practice benevolent governance and avoid war."

"But Confucius was fundamentally unable to stop the wars."

"The root cause lies in the fact that the unification of the world is the inevitable trend. Until the final state emerges as the victor, the wars will not stop; it was not something Confucius could prevent!"

"By now asking this final state to implement the enfeoffment system again, do you wish to incite war and plunge the people of the world into misery once more!"

"Do you know how many people die in every single war!"

"Do you know how much grief each death on the battlefield causes to the relatives of the deceased!"

"Confucius taught Confucian disciples to persuade monarchs to practice benevolent governance. Do you intend to teach the monarch to plant the seeds of war once more, causing the world to fall back into a thousand years of chaos!"

"You petition for the world to implement enfeoffment. Can you bear the responsibility for the war when the world falls into a millennium of bloody conflict where blood flows like rivers!"

Sun Daping's face turned deathly pale.

The responsibility for a thousand-year bloody war—a blame as massive as the heavens—was thrown at him by Zhao Fusu, leaving Sun Daping dazed and disoriented.

He opened his mouth, desperately wanting to defend himself.

But no matter how he organized his words, he found himself unable to speak.

"Do you Confucian disciples also wish for the world to fall back into endless war?"

The thousands of Confucian disciples also saw the massive blame being thrown their way. Like Sun Daping, they were left dazed and ashen-faced by it.

Zhao Fusu ignored them and instead looked toward the spectating commoners, shouting to them, "Tell these Confucian disciples..."

"Do you want to go to war again?"

His voice was incredibly loud.

Among the spectating commoners, besides the old qin people, there were also people from the Six Lands. The world had been at war for a thousand years and had only recently found peace. Unless they were driven to desperation, no one wanted to go to war again, to wash their faces with tears while sending their loved ones to the battlefield.

Zhao Fusu had voiced their anti-war sentiments.

The kindness Zhao Fusu had shown them was also something they could never fully repay.

It was Zhao Fusu who relieved them of their corvée labor.

It was Zhao Fusu who ensured those performing corvée labor ate three meals a day and were full every time.

Even their own families hadn't treated them this well!

Zhao Fusu's kindness was truly unrepayable; it wasn't just empty words!

Now that Zhao Fusu needed their support, they were all responding to him with every ounce of their strength.

"We don't!"

Their roars pierced the heavens and scattered the clouds.

Zhao Fusu shouted, "Peace!"

"Peace!"

Tens of thousands of commoners responded to Zhao Fusu's call.

"Peace!"

"We want peace!"

Zhao Fusu shouted again.

"Peace!"

"We want peace!"

Tens of thousands of commoners responded to Zhao Fusu with even louder voices.

All the commoners were screaming.

Roaring out what was in their hearts.

The roars of tens of thousands shook the heavens and the earth.

The faces of Zhang Liang, Xiang Liang, Fan Zeng, and the royalty of the fallen Six Lands were extremely unsightly.

This roar from Zhao Fusu completely pushed the anti-war sentiment of the world's people to its peak.

This roar of his was worth a million elite soldiers!

This move of Zhao Fusu's could be called the highest realm of the art of war—subduing the enemy without fighting.

Xiang Liang and Fan Zeng looked resentfully at Xiang Yu, who stood beside them like a big oaf.

If only they could replace this oaf with Zhao Fusu, then why wouldn't their Chu State flourish? Why wouldn't it be that 'even if only three households remain in Chu, it is Chu that shall destroy Qin'!

If Xiang Yu were in Zhao Fusu's position, Xiang Liang and Fan Zeng would still have the confidence to say: 'Even if only three households remain in Chu, it is Chu that shall destroy Qin.'

But this Zhao Fusu was simply divine, as if possessed by magic, making all the people of Xianyang City desire peace and oppose war.

Today's events would likely spread throughout the world with extreme speed. By then, the people of the entire world would resist war and desire peace.

In the face of such a global trend, if they were to set up a stall and shout, 'Start a business! Passersby, come join my venture!'

Anyone who wasn't a warmonger wouldn't pay them any mind.

They might even seize them and hand them over to the local authorities.

From now on, as long as Zhao Fusu didn't mess things up, the Great Qin Empire's rule would basically be secure.

They might be able to cause a few ripples, but it would be very difficult to grow and expand.

The people would not support them in inciting war!

Xiang Liang stared at Zhao Fusu with gritted teeth.

Why are other people's children so outstanding!

While he could be angered to death by Xiang Yu!

Zhang Liang looked gloomily at the eloquently speaking Zhao Fusu, deep resentment in his heart. How could a man as tyrannical as the First Emperor father someone as benevolent as Prince Fusu?

And why was Zhao Fusu so outstanding!

A person's vision determines their height.

A person's breadth of mind determines their width.

A person's methods determine how difficult they are to deal with.

Zhao Fusu had height, width, and methods. Zhang Liang felt an extreme sense of frustration.

This frustration gave rise to a strong sense of defeat and resentment.

In the same era, it was enough to have one Sage of Strategy as outstanding as him.

Why did another person appear who surpassed him in vision, strategy, and even breadth of mind!

Zhang Liang's heart bled as he roared inwardly: "Since Zifang was born, why must Fusu also be born!"

Zhang Liang looked at Zhao Fusu, the killing intent in his eyes having condensed to the extreme.

His mind raced, thinking of how to assassinate Zhao Fusu.

Zhang Liang thought of that white-haired middle-aged man.

He wore a black robe and held a demonic sword.

He was not only the world's number one assassin.

He also commanded the most powerful assassin organization in the world.