Chapter 1947

The morning Zhu Que Street was bustling with traffic and noise.

This heart of the empire, a giant city famous among the seven nations of the world, was immersed in its usual prosperity.

However, this prosperity was fiercely torn apart by a figure!

Chi Potian, stepping out of the threshold of the Han Lin Academy that symbolized nobility and culture, was like stepping into the center of a storm!

His back was straight, his long robe rustling in the wind, followed closely by dozens of Han Lin scholars with red eyes and surging hot blood.

The flames in their chests, due to the grievance of Prime Minister Gao and the determination of Chi Potian to burn everything, had already burned to the peak!

The golden sunlight spilled onto Chi Potian like molten gold, and also illuminated the "Golden Holy Weapon" that was "shining with divine light" in Chi Potian's hand!

On this day, Zhu Que Street had an extra team of dozens of people, spontaneously formed by Han Lin scholars, especially the figure at the very front of the team holding the filthy golden juice mop, which instantly attracted the gazes of all the people on Zhu Que Street.

Shock!

Doubt!

Fear!

Various emotions intertwined like a tangible tide on the faces of the people of Changancheng.

"Hiss!"

"That... what is that?"

"A mop! A mop dipped in shit!"

"Confucian scholars in green shirts, these are our Han Lin scholars! Are they crazy?"

"How can our dignified Han Lin scholars be so wild?!"

"Hurry and hide! That smell... ugh, it stinks for three miles against the wind..."

The noisy Zhu Que Street was like a lake surface into which a giant stone had been thrown, suddenly exploding.

The people retreated one after another, but pairs of curious gazes gathered on Chi Potian, and more and more people gathered.

This was truly too explosive!

Almost in an instant, it spread throughout Zhu Que Street.

What Chi Potian wanted was this earth-shattering effect!

His heart was as clear as a mirror.

Ordinary petition, walking slowly to the palace gate?

I'm afraid halfway there, they would be suppressed by the Nine Gates Yamen constables who heard the news!

Only by creating the most violent, most unavoidable, and most disgusting impact could they firmly nail everyone's gaze here in the shortest possible time!

When public opinion gathers, it will be used by him as a grand momentum!

This "Golden Holy Weapon" was the divine artifact he used to tear all this open and gather public opinion at the fastest speed!

As for reputation?

Does he, Chi Potian, still care about reputation?

Simply a joke!

To him, this was the least valuable thing!

His gaze was like lightning, sweeping through the streets and alleys hidden with countless rumors under this prosperity, and the indignation in his chest that wanted to pierce the sky finally found an outlet to vent!

"Where are the Han Lin scholars?!"

Chi Potian gave an order; his voice was not high, but carried a strange penetrating power, like the low rumble before a rolling thunder, overpowering the noise of the market.

"Here!!"

Dozens of Han Lin scholars behind him roared in unison, the sound wave gathering and rushing straight to the clouds.

All hesitation and fear had already vanished before the deterrence of Chi Potian's "Holy Weapon" and the righteous spirit in their hearts, leaving only the hot blood boiling in their hearts!

Today, they wanted to voice the injustice in their hearts!

They wanted to plead for grievances!

Chi Potian held the "Holy Weapon" with one hand and took a step, stepping on the bluestone slab, as if stepping heavily on everyone's heart.

"Prime Minister Gao created bamboo paper, breaking the monopoly of noble families, benefiting thousands of scholars from humble backgrounds, making the words of the sages no longer kept on high shelves, but entering the homes of ordinary people! This merit is as brilliant as the sun and moon—can it be erased?!"

"Cannot be erased!!"

The scholars behind him roared in unison, the sound shaking the roof tiles.

Huang Zhizhan and the others were red-faced, the veins on their necks bulging like horned dragons, shouting until they were hoarse!

Chi Potian took another step, his momentum even stronger.

"Prime Minister Gao's virtue, clarifying official governance, strangling corruption! Questioning the politics of Suiyang, under an iron hand, returning clarity to the court, and returning a bright and clear world to the millions of people in Suiyang! This virtue is as clear as the blue sky—can it be slandered?!"

"Cannot be slandered!!"

The roar was like a wave, sweeping across the entire Zhu Que Street.

In an instant.

The vendors on the side of the road stopped shouting, the guests in the teahouse poured to the windows, and the young ladies in the embroidery pavilion ignored their modesty and lifted the pearl curtains.

The onlookers of Changancheng, from their initial state of watching the fun, suddenly had their expressions become extremely solemn.

Chi Potian took the third step, already reaching the heart of Zhu Que Street!

He looked around at the countless eyes watching, his gaze sharp enough to pierce through human hearts.

"Prime Minister Gao's righteousness, guarding the border, protecting our mountains and rivers, calming our people, repelling the Xiongnu at Hexi, raising the national prestige of our Great Qian! This righteousness is as cold as frost and snow—can it be extinguished?!"

"Cannot be extinguished—!!"