In a while.
Professor Zeng was the first to come to a conclusion. He frowned, “There was no such Prince Heng.”
A few other Peking University students managed to come to a conclusion from their searches. “Yes, this prince doesn’t exist. Teacher Zhang, you are wrong!”
When Yao Mi heard this, her face turned pale. Holy sh*t that can’t be. Did Uncle Zhang make a mistake? Uncle Zhang could actually make a mistake in academic issues?
Ma Hengyuan, Teacher Yang, and company were already smiling.
However, Zhang Ye also smiled. He chuckled without much worry. “Don’t be so hasty to deny it. I know. You must be checking the word ‘Heng’, the character for ‘eternity’.”
Ma Hengyuan rebuked, “If it’s not the ‘Heng’ from ‘eternity’, then what is it? Did you not see the original text?”
Zhang Ye was not mad as he said, “It is because too many people focus on the original text, which results in missing out on things that should not be missed out on. Hence, no one managed to solve this matter. Maybe no one noticed this metaphor, because the ‘Heng’ in Prince Heng of Ming Dynasty is the ‘Heng’ from the word ‘balance’!”