Voices of opposition filled the summit of Mount Tanish.
Martial Emperor Yanagi sat in the pavilion, his words shocking everyone.
"When the First Emperor burned his books and buried the scholars, he was scolded by the scholars for a thousand years. Whether what he did was right or wrong, today I understand how difficult it was for the First Emperor to do such a thing!"
Sitting in the pavilion, Martial Emperor Yanagi's eyes were filled with the kindness of an elder as he said softly, "Braydon, pour me some wine!"
"Teacher, you have been sober for ten years. Why do you want to drink today?"
Braydon Neal stood up and picked up the small golden and silver wine pot.
There was a picture of a crane carved on the jug. The thousands of scholars around them turned pale as they heard Martial Emperor Yanagi's words.
A thousand years ago, the First Emperor burned books and buried scholars, and the history circle was still talking about it.
