Qin Shi Huang gazed at the kings of the Western Regions as they paid homage, listening to their incomprehensible babbling. He turned to Ying Rui and asked:
“Lord Ying, I can’t understand a word they’re saying. What should I do?”
Ying Rui casually glanced at the people kneeling below and smiled. “Your Majesty, they should speak the same language. Send people to teach them Qin speech.”
Qin Shi Huang nodded. “Who do you think would be suitable for the job?”
Ying Rui glanced at the scholars below, including Chunyu Yue, Shusun Tong, Fu Sheng, and Zhou Qingchen, then pursed his lips.
“Scholar Chunyu and the others are perfect for it. Educating the people is their ideal. Teach them the Book of Songs, the Book of Documents, and the Book of Rites, so they understand hierarchy, filial piety, loyalty, trustworthiness, propriety, justice, integrity, and honor.”
Let these pedantic scholars educate foreigners and teach them the language and writing of Huaxia.
They can also teach them how to be tough on their own people and obsequious toward outsiders.
From then on, Qin speech would be understood throughout the four seas, bringing the world together in harmony!
