Chapter 527 Master Teacher 101 (The End)

I won't watch the Spring Festival Gala without you.

Liu Ju clapped enthusiastically, then, meeting Liu Che's slightly puzzled expression, paused before adding, "Father, don't you think there should be such a performance on New Year's Day?"

Liu Che thought for a moment, "If we put the Yin-Yang School's demonstration during the New Year's Day celebrations... that makes sense."

"So Father, let's hold a party at the academy on New Year's Day and have each college put on a show."

Liu Ju continued to encourage him, and following his words, Liu Che's first thought was of the grand scene of all the academies opening their doors. Overwhelmed with emotion, he agreed without hesitation: "Okay!"

Empress Wei Zifu couldn't help but glance at him. "Spoiling a child is like killing a child, Your Majesty!"

“Mother…” Liu Ju turned his head and looked at her expectantly, “We’ll go together then.”

Wei Zifu immediately softened and said, "Okay."

The family of three was living happily together, while the Grand Master of Fate and the Junior Master of Fate on the stage were speechless. Did no one speak up for them? Did they really think they were just putting on a show?

Opportunities are reserved for those who dare to fight for them!

Shao Siming stepped forward, her voice as clear as a cold spring: "The Yin-Yang School governs the stars of the eight directions and knows the rotation of the four seasons. The art of the mutual restraint of the five elements can resolve the predicament of external enemies; the way of the transformation of Yin and Yang can cure the chronic diseases of the people. Choosing us as your tutors is to forge an invisible sword for the Crown Prince, and wherever the sword points, there will be a peaceful and prosperous world."

"Cough cough..." Liu Che then realized that he had forgotten about the Yin Yang Master on the stage.

Out of a slight sense of apology and respect, he did not interrupt Shao Siming's campaigning, and only signaled the start of voting after she finished speaking.

Following the Yin-Yang School, the Taoist School, the School of Names, the Agricultural School, and the Military School emerged in succession.

The Taoist principle of non-action, the eloquence of the School of Names, the agricultural methods of Shennong to nourish the people and protect the country, and the military strategy of conquering the enemy and winning every battle to strengthen the nation...

The dazzling presentations allowed the audience to gain a deeper understanding of the prowess of various schools of thought, leaving them completely captivated and regretting that they hadn't come across them sooner.

So much so that it felt like only a blink of an eye before the competition reached its final stages.

Huo Qubing stepped onto the stage again and, under the tense and expectant gazes of the crowd, began to announce the final results.

"The top three schools of thought in this competition will qualify as tutors to the Crown Prince. Without further ado, let's take a look at the final voting results—"

As he spoke, the large screen above the stage began to scroll continuously, with the names of various companies appearing one after another, capturing everyone's attention.

"In this selection of tutors, the second-place winner is—"

Huo Qubing was good at creating an atmosphere; he started announcing the results from second place, which put everyone on the edge of their seats.

The sound of gears turning filled the large screen, and a huge mechanical city filled the screen, with the two characters "Mo Family" frozen in time, enveloped in a stream of dark light.

Congratulations to the Mohists!

A commotion erupted in the audience; some cheered, some were disappointed, but most remained tense, hoping for the other two spots.

Without giving them much time to think, Huo Qubing immediately announced: "First place—"

As the chime bells rang out, the Confucian school became the backdrop for the large screen. Bamboo slips rolled out, and the two large characters "Confucianism" gleamed in gold and remained still.

Confucianism!

Compared to the commotion caused by the announcement of second place, the dust settling on first place did not elicit much of a reaction. Those chosen by Liu Che to sit here were no fools; they naturally understood what the Han Dynasty needed to strengthen its rule.

Confucianism is naturally the leading school of thought.

Today, we say we are selecting a tutor for the Crown Prince, but isn't that also about selecting the order and rules for the development of the Han Dynasty?

It's certain that Confucianism serves as clothing, but what doctrines fill the interior is something that can certainly be debated.

Considering the Mohist school's mechanical arts, ranking second wouldn't be a problem. But for third place, it seems there's more than one contender.

Therefore, at this moment, apart from the Confucian and Mohist students who could temporarily relax, the other schools of thought were all looking at Huo Qubing with anticipation and tension.

"Third place, which is also the last spot for a tutor—"

Huo Qubing's gaze swept over everyone, unhurriedly, deliberately arousing everyone's curiosity before slowly announcing.

"Let us congratulate—the Legalists!"

At that moment, a golden light flashed on the big screen, and countless legal texts flew out from all directions, finally outlining the sharp characters "Legalist".

Some cheered, some were frustrated; all sorts of reactions were expressed. But in any case, the selection of the primary teacher has come to an end.

"Clever words and a flattering appearance."

When the words "Legalist" appeared, Wei Zhuang rolled his eyes without hesitation.

Gai Nie, who was standing to the side, stood up leisurely. "Let's go." So what if we lost? At worst, we can just go back and beat up Li Si.

The two brothers suddenly understood each other. Wei Zhuang got it and stood up. "That makes sense. Let's hurry." It wouldn't be good if he used teaching as an excuse to run away first.

"You...are you leaving?"

Although these two only operated within their own ranks, Zhu Fuyan, the only son of a strategist, was truly reluctant to part with him.

Wei Zhuang waved his hand casually, "I'm leaving."

Gai Nie glanced at him while holding his sword and said, "See you another day."

Master Yan watched the two leave from the side of the stage with a sense of loss. When will that day come? When the Zongheng Academy opens? But judging from your tempers, will that day really come?

The future of the strategist... Thinking about it, he should first work hard and build a good relationship with the crown prince!

...

The water clock dripped softly, and the candlelight inside the hall shone dimly.

Liu Che, wrapped in a casual brocade robe, pulled Liu Ju into his arms. As the dragon-patterned curtains fell, they carried with them a scent of ambergris. The palace maids on night watch quietly closed the carved wooden door. Such scenes were commonplace—who in the harem didn't know that vying for the emperor's favor was possible, but vying for it with the crown prince? In a next life.

"Are you satisfied with the Confucian, Mohist, and Legalist teachers chosen today, Ju'er?" Liu Che's fingertips twirled the child's soft hair, his warm breath brushing against the back of Liu Ju's neck.

Liu nodded. "It's alright."

Upon hearing his answer, Liu Che smiled and asked, "Then do you know why these three schools stood out among the Hundred Schools of Thought?"

Liu Ju rolled his eyes and replied in a serious tone, "Because they have connections in higher places."

Liu Che chuckled and reached out to poke his son's cheek, saying, "You're just talking nonsense."

Liu Ju shook his head haphazardly, shook off his finger, and puffed out his cheeks in protest: "Then Father, why do you say that?"

Liu Che loved watching him struggle but couldn't escape. He poked him again, and after playing with him for a while, he locked him in his arms and began to explain, his voice gentle and melodious.

"Confucianism advocates 'benevolent governance,' which can win the hearts of the people; Mohism promotes 'universal love and non-aggression,' and its mechanical arts can strengthen our military and protect our borders; Legalism emphasizes 'rule of law,' which can ensure strict laws and orders are obeyed. These three schools—one with literature, one with technology, and one with law—are the cornerstones of the long-term stability and prosperity of our Han Dynasty."

“That makes sense,” Liu Ju nodded in agreement, then added, “There are shady dealings involved; even popular elections can’t escape the constraints of imperial power…”

Seeing him shaking his head, Liu Che couldn't help but tap his little head. "Go to sleep!"

Liu Ju gave him a disdainful look, then wrapped himself in the blanket. "It was you, Father, who was chatting with me... I'm asleep."

After saying that, he immediately closed his eyes.

Liu Che sighed helplessly. After covering himself with the blanket, he wanted to say one more word to his son, but then he noticed that his son was already snoring softly.

Liu Che was surprised for a moment, and couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth.

"You fall asleep so quickly... I'll give you Zhi'er's nickname..."