The hundred to two hundred scholars present were all stunned.
It was already late at night, and the weather wasn't that hot anymore, but many people were still breaking out in cold sweat.
On the other side, Deng Xian was still performing. He beat his chest and stamped his feet, in order to promote the monarch's new policies, I, Deng Lun, almost went bankrupt and printed thousands of copies of the 'new policy edict'. I'm patriotic.
I didn't expect to burn them all down. I want to complain to the city Lord, Governor, and Governor.
Wang Shiming felt a fatal danger and was so scared that he couldn't breathe.
"There's a conspiracy, there must be a conspiracy," he said, trembling. The books that were burned were definitely not the new policy edict."
He had guessed it right. There was only one packet of the new policy edict. The rest were just some trash books that couldn't be sold.
However, the rest of the books had already been burned.
