Peace Order

Chapter 1774 - 74: Posthumous Title and Honorary Name

"However, I’m not sure which word would be more appropriate."

"Emperor Jianli, Emperor Gangli, Emperor Lingli?"

"Each seems fine, yet each seems to lack a bit of rhythm..."

Qu Hanxiu stroked his beard, just about to make his choice, when he heard the gentle sound of fingers tapping on the table, perfectly capturing everyone’s attention.

The gentle Mr. Wen Qingyu smiled and said, "How about the word ’Ding’?"

"To amend past mistakes with the word Ding, and yet it aligns with his title, turning it into a simple posthumous title."

Qu Hanxiu was stunned.

Hmm???

This word, why does it seem more suitable than the one I chose?

Wait a minute, this young man, does he have a profound knowledge of rituals and laws?

Qu Hanxiu was filled with suspicion and bewilderment.

But he cultivates rituals and laws, learns the arts of the Zongheng School, and understands the grand strategies of warfare, why does he study such a wide range?

Studying rituals and laws, but not entering the Ministry of Rites, what can he do?

The common point of these three...

Damn it, these three schools have no common point at all.

Military School, Zongheng School, Confucianism’s ritual school.

What can there be?

To protect himself with weapons, words, and the laws of the world? Ridiculous... How can someone learn so much just to protect himself from all angles in influence and public opinion?

Hmm? Wait...

What if someone actually does?

A thought popped into Qu Hanxiu’s mind.

This eighty-year-old Confucian looked at the gentle and harmless renowned scholar, his expression gradually freezing.

The grand strategies of the Military School adapt to chaotic times, enabling one to see where safety lies; the arts of the Zongheng School allow him to maneuver among various forces, while rituals and laws enable him to find gaps in etiquette and legal codes, comfortably managing anything in conformity with rituals, preserving himself...

In addition, he has the Third Layer Heaven’s martial arts, practical swordsmanship, Super Compound 72 Types of Anesthesia, anesthesia resistance comparable to a Qilin, a terrifying alcohol tolerance sufficient to topple the entire Heavenly Strategy Mansion’s famed generals, Qinggong as swift as a galloping horse, and a set of personal soft armor.

Originally, Qu Hanxiu, this eighty-year-old Confucian, has ventured through rain and storm, experienced the chaotic officialdom under the reign of the Red Emperor, and seen all sorts of people.

Damn it, this type he’s never seen before.

What kind of strange and extraordinary talents are under Prince Qin’s command?

The dignified renowned Confucian from Central State looked at Wen Qingyu as if seeing a ghost.

Puzzled and unable to comprehend.

How could a talent of the world concentrate solely on self-planning, unable to extract oneself?

Qu Hanxiu looked at the gentle and harmless gentleman tapping on the table.

Wen Qingyu said nothing.

Then Yan Daiqing raised his eyebrows and took back the tea and snacks from Qu Hanxiu’s table, placing them back on Wen Qingyu’s.

Mr. Wen Qingyu seemed quite pleased.

Qu Hanxiu: "..."

He seems to have figured out Mr. Wen Qingyu’s nature, and to show his understanding, just as he had with Nan Hanwen, he privately sought Wen Qingyu after today’s events, deliberately pointing out, "Your friend Yan Daiqing, is your Achilles’ heel and weakness."

Just as he had pointed out to Nan Hanwen before that Prince Qin is not in Jiangnan.

Sufficient to overpower and intimidate the opponent.

However, different from the reaction of the competent Nan Hanwen.

Mr. Wen Qingyu merely appeared surprised, smiled, and shook his head.

He did not answer, and calmly departed.

Qu Hanxiu was puzzled, not understanding Wen Qingyu’s reaction.

Could it be that this is a denial?

A statement that Yan Daiqing, this close friend, is not his weakness?

Or is there another reason?

On some other day, Qu Hanxiu was suddenly ambushed with anesthetic powder in a sack while out for a walk, beaten up, and left unable to tell who did it.

While applying ointment to his bruises, Qu Hanxiu suddenly understood.

An Achilles’ heel is an Achilles’ heel, a weakness is a weakness.

As long as, before the opponent acts on such weaknesses, he incapacitates them with anesthesia, then a weakness is not a weakness, an Achilles’ heel is not an Achilles’ heel.

Swift, efficient, brutal force.

No rituals, but swordsmanship.

The method of the Reefer Gang of the Western Regions.

Renowned scholar, Confucian, Think Tank, Swordsman, Ranger, Reefer, student, the lowest rank `Scribe` self-proclaimed in the Heavenly Strategy Mansion, various identities, yet all one person.

Qu Hanxiu was dumbstruck for a long time, and this old man, bound by past rituals all his life, seemed to see a true talent and beauty, a kind of unprecedented scenery, and extremely delighted, he burst out laughing:

"Let the heart do as it wills without transgressing the law? Let the heart do as it wills without transgressing the law!"

"Hahaha, what a Kuang student!"

"In terms of literary talent, still unable to be fully judged, but in the Heavenly Strategy Mansion, the most free and unrestrained could only be Wen He, Wen Qingyu."

"Sigh... measure the ointment."

"It hurts!"

"This boy, doesn’t know how light or heavy his hand should be."

"The young strategist of Jiangnan, truly disregards rituals."

"Hmm? Does this mean that the upright Yan Daiqing, indeed as a close friend, is truly his weak point? Otherwise, should I give him a slight critique?"

Qu Hanxiu pondered, rubbing his hands eagerly.

On some other day, again he was ambushed with a sack, beaten.

He lay in bed for three days.

From then on, he no longer spoke of it.

This incident was also recorded in "Biographies of Renowned People" compiled by Saatanati in her later years, as she pondered this for a long time, adding it with humor and irony to the sixth section, "Elegance Section."

And at this moment, after much discussion, the esteemed scholars at the Heavenly Strategy Mansion finally determined the posthumous title of Chen Dingye, drafting it in a document, and ultimately in the name of Emperor Chen, labeling him the last ruler of Chen’s dynasty, Emperor Chen Dingli.