Dressed as a good-for-nothing prince, I bound myself to the "Literary Gentlemen's Complaint System" and pretended to be a scholar by crazily reciting famous quotes.
The court angrily rebuked the treacherous minister: "The Master said, 'Rotten wood cannot be carved.' He was talking about your piece of rotten wood!"
There was an urgent report at the border, so I stood up and said, "How can I say that I have no clothes? I share the same robe with you! Your Majesty, give me three thousand city administrators and restore the sixteen states of Yanyun!"
The princeling mocked me for being a talker, so I took out "Postpartum Care of Sows" with my backhand: "Brother, knowledge is power, and this is related to people's livelihood!"
Until the barbarians sent a letter of war, no one in the Manchu Dynasty could understand its ancient writing.
I glanced at it: "Isn't this a variation of encryption that changes from odd to even, and the symbols look at the quadrants? Come on, get a pen and paper!"
The emperor held me in his trembling hands: "Your Majesty, you... Which hidden scholar are you studying under?"
I looked at the "Full Text Reciting Heavenly Tuan" that was flashing across the screen in the system, and looked deep into the sky: "It's all the foundation laid by compulsory education..."
