One Policy Honoring Confucianism Made Me the Young Emperor's Tutor

After transmigrating into the imperial examination hall during the spring examinations, Yang Ning takes up his brush and writes a treatise on honoring Confucianism.

"The Daoists prize nature. Their way is easy to follow, but their words are hard to understand.

"The Legalists rely on harsh punishments, strict and lacking in mercy.

"The School of Names is fussy and convoluted. The Yin-Yang school is full of taboos, while the Mohists are austere and difficult to follow."

Only after his critique does Yang Ning realize he's in an age of the Hundred Schools, where every school has its own doctrines and extraordinary powers. Confucianism and Daoism have declined, leaving only abstract principles without supernatural power.

Oh crap, I've made a mess of things!

Yang Ning bravely soldiers on. By sheer luck, he avoids getting beaten to death and gradually becomes the emperor's teacher.

"Teacher Yang, more than four hundred candidates from seven southern provinces were stranded by the heavy snow and missed the spring examinations. They're making a fuss. What should we do?"

"Simple. Hold another exam."

"Teacher Yang, they say my Uncle, Prince Ling, intends to rebel. Does he?"

"He might actually."

"Teacher Yang, is the Imperial Preceptor a great beauty?"

"No. She's a cold beauty, cold enough to make your heart tremble."

"Teacher Yang, you and my mother..."

"Your Majesty, nothing happened. Don't make things up."

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.