"Your Highness, your remark about fame and fortune is very insightful. If a scholar fishes for fame and credit. It seems that he doesn't care about profits, but he is no different from a merchant."

"If they apply empty theories without considering the actual situations, they would endanger the kingdom. And they are not real scholars. If they read at home while laughing at the poor who have frozen to death in the streets, they have read for nothing. In a sense, they are not kind, benevolent, or righteous."

Xu Fengnian stared wide-eyed at the scholar in dark gown while he was walking toward him. Xu Fengnian was unaware that this guy was eavesdropping. Murong Wuzhu, who was squatting next to Xu Fengnian and picking hawthorns, was shocked when she heard the word "Xuanyuan". And the hawthorns fell to the ground. Murong Tonghuang was calm, but his knuckles turned blue out of fear.