Joy of Life: I am a Han Dynasty succubus, and I rebel from the beginning

Under the military pressure from the South, the North also made up its mind and tried its best to break through the defense line of hundreds of military nobles.

Five hundred thousand troops gathered in Shangjing City, with flags covering the sky.

In this most important city in the world that had never been captured, no one thought that it would be captured by the 200,000 border troops of the Han Dynasty.

King Han Cheng of Zhao looked at the information in his hand, his heart was bleeding and his eyes were bloodshot.

Hundreds of nobles with military merits have tried their best, and even a prince and fifty marquises were killed in battle.

As for the loss of fiefdoms and the death of princes in battle, there were also many such cases.

Han Cheng knew very well that the ruling king Liu Chan himself didn't really want to fight.

Liu Chan pursued peaceful politics, and believed that it was enough to slowly nibble away at the enemy's power, without resorting to violence.

But the nobles with military merit were unwilling to do so. Without military merit, they would lose one hundred fiefs a year.

That's why they all wrote a letter to the emperor requesting a complete unification of the north. Although Liu Chan agreed, his support was limited.

Although Han Cheng was somewhat dissatisfied, he still gritted his teeth and stationed outside Shangjing City.

"Commendations, soldiers, it is time to be promoted to higher positions and given titles, and to be made generals and marquises."

Thousands of red cannons were continuously sent across the plains, along with various firearms.

Han Cheng waved the sword in his hand, his voice was fanatical, bewitching the soldiers.

According to the military merit system of the Han Dynasty, as long as one was granted a title of nobility, it was equivalent to obtaining an admission ticket to the imperial court.

Even if one is not capable of governing the court, he can return to his fiefdom and become a local lord under the court's decrees, with the same treatment as a county governor or a county magistrate.

Under the bombardment of countless artillery shells, the city of Shangjing, which was said to be impregnable, was reduced to ruins.

The greatest resistance force of the northern aristocratic families was suppressed from then on.

The news quickly reached the court.

Liu Chan looked at these memorials and fell into deep thought.

Nobles who died in battle must retain their titles and pass them on to their descendants.

The fiefs of nobles who have made meritorious military contributions should be expanded to make them feel at ease.

In addition to the ordinary soldiers who have made great contributions, some of them have made contributions enough to be awarded the title of nobility.

In addition, they were compensated for deaths in battle, granted land, and given silver and grain.

This is a huge expense. Even with the accumulation left by Emperor Wen Liu Heng over several decades, it would basically drain a quarter of it.

"War is indeed the most wasteful thing."

Liu Chan sighed with emotion, but he carved the word "quasi" without hesitation.

The officials in the court, and even the people in the world, all believed that Liu Chan was merely there to replace the Han Dynasty which had no emperor for a dozen years, and in the process ease the conflict between the royal family and the military aristocracy.

and the conflicting interests between the South and the North.

Basically just a puppet!
All policies are still implemented step by step according to the model of Emperor Jing Liu Qi.

This time, the nobles with military merits started the war in the name of Emperor Jing.

Liu Chan slowly stood up, walked towards the imperial study, waved the brush, and gently wrote a line of words.

"The best governance is like water!"

"I will give them everything they want. I am only mediocre. The future conflicts will still be left to the fourth emperor."

Once the North is pacified, the factory owners in the South will probably be crying out for help, waving their money around, investing in factories and building railways.

Strive to bring the North into the Southern industrial system.

Of course, for this group of capitalists, they made a lot of money and it was reasonable for them to regard the North as a colony. After all, the Han Dynasty was the victor.

Liu Chan stroked his graying beard.

"Father, I hope the emperor you appointed will take over my position soon. My health is gradually failing."

At Danzhou Port, a tattered fishing boat was parked at the port.

The first person to come down was a man with a heroic face and dark complexion.

He negotiated a price with the officials and then sold the fishing boat at a low price.

The man then approached the fishing boat and spoke softly.

"Great grandfather, we have returned to the Han Dynasty."

At this time, Liu Hong's hair was already gray. Although he was still strong, he could feel the passing of life. Liu Hong looked at the Danzhou Port, which had expanded to an unknown number of times, and his expression was somewhat sad.

This is his hometown!
Liu Che saw Liu Hong's expression and smiled, thinking that they naturally knew each other quite well after more than ten years of getting along with each other.

"Grandfather, if you are nostalgic for your hometown, you can certainly move the imperial mausoleum to Danzhou. After all, you are not dead yet."

"Why waste this thing? It's a waste of time and money."

Liu Hong glared at Liu Che. His great-grandson was good in every way except that he was extravagant, even worse than him, the Emperor Gao.

Liu Che curled his lips and said nothing. He supported Liu Hong and rushed towards Qianlong Bay.

Both of them knew that by the time Liu Hong arrived at Qianlong Bay, it would probably be the time of his death.

Wu Zhu was still like a little follower, following Liu Hong without saying a word, but his eyes became clearer.

"The aristocratic families in the north have been almost pacified. After you become emperor, you should treat the northern people well and not have any prejudice."

"Whether in the north or south, we are all Han Chinese, and we are all strong men of the Han family."

Liu Hong is really old. Along the way, he told all his thoughts to his beloved great-grandson.

Liu Che nodded silently, but the closer he got to Qianlong Bay, the less he smiled.

Without Emperor Gao, the Han emperors lost their biggest trump card.

As for the great master Wuzhu, Liu Che still doesn't understand what he is thinking and has no feeling about anything.

He would only follow behind Emperor Gao and record his every word and action.

We arrived at Qianlong Bay. Liu Hong’s imperial tomb was not that big compared to that of all the feudal emperors.

But this imperial mausoleum is the burial place of Sang Wen, Zhan Doudou, Si Lili, Liu Heng, Liu Ying, and hundreds of old brothers who followed Liu Hong to conquer the world.

Liu Hong took Liu Che into the imperial mausoleum and touched the spirit tablets one after another. All the shackles disappeared at this moment.

"I'm here to keep you company...I hope you still remember me."

Liu Che knelt on the ground, crying.

"Great grandfather, you can survive. You can't hide it from me."

"Once you die, the emperor of the Han Dynasty will no longer have any restraints. He might become a tyrant."

Liu Hong had a smile on his face, but his tone was extremely firm.

"That was the day when the Han Dynasty fell! But by then the whole world would be filled with Han people. What difference would it make whether the Han Dynasty fell or not?"

Liu Che was actually right.

As long as Liu Hong doesn't want to die, he can break through the last threshold of Grand Master at any time.

Absorb the entire earth's nuclear radiation, last forever, and become something like a god or an immortal.

But Liu Hong felt that this was meaningless.

His relatives, friends, wife, children, and brothers are all dead.

What’s the point of living longer?
Liu Che was filled with unprecedented sadness. The one who gave birth to him was Emperor Jing Liu Qi and Lady Wang, and the one who raised him was Emperor Gao Liu Hong.

Liu Hong taught Liu Che all his life's knowledge, regardless of the era, and selected his successor.

The mausoleum, which should have been cold and eerie, was now filled with countless small dots of light.

Liu Hong was not planning to expel the internal Qi from his body, as this would easily lead to the birth of another grandmaster in the world and destroy the balance.

He concentrated all his energy on the spirit tablets of his relatives, friends, wife and children.

When Wu Zhu saw Liu Hong doing this, he showed a rare look of surprise.

"Liu Che! If my descendants are truly unfilial, or if my Han dynasty encounters an unsolvable crisis."

"Then let the descendants come to my mausoleum. As the Emperor Gao, I will help them again."

Liu Hong looked calm and laughed, but his eyes were on Wu Zhu.

Wu Zhu nodded silently. Neither of them spoke, but they knew what the other wanted to say.

Points of light were scattered throughout the mausoleum, and Emperor Gao's body disappeared.

Liu Che burst into tears.

"Great Grandfather!" (End of this chapter)