My hotel is full of emperors throughout history.

Old Zhu and Li Shimin returned to the hotel.

As soon as they arrived at the hotel, they heard Chen Mo's surprised voice.

"That's strange... I remember there were still quite a few left, how come there are so many buckets all of a sudden?"

Looking in that direction, you can see Chen Mo rummaging through the kitchen cabinets, muttering to himself as he searches.

"Could it be that we've got mice in our house?"

Zhu Di (Liu Che) stood aside with an expression that said, "This is none of my business."

Zhu Di, in particular, looked away and whistled.

Zhu Biao, Fusu, Huo Qubing, and others also got up and stood in the courtyard.

It seems they're waiting for everyone to gather before going to see that commercial land plot.

"Speaking of which, I think I heard something last night?"

Chen Mo closed the cabinet and looked up.

"At first I thought it was my imagination, but looking at it now, it's possible that a thief really did break in."

Thinking of this, a look of surprise appeared on Chen Mo's face.

"But what thief only steals instant noodles?!"

"I think you've misremembered, Manager Chen!"

Zhu Di said nonchalantly.

Chen Mo glanced at him, frowned, but quickly relaxed.

"It's okay, I have security cameras installed in my yard."

"monitor?"

Zhu Di's eyes widened.

He and Liu Che (Ying Zheng) exchanged a glance, and the two immediately put on an air of indifference.

It was all taken by Zhu Di; it had nothing to do with them.

It's all captured on the security camera footage!!!

Zhu Di cursed inwardly and looked at Chen Mo, asking a question.

"You can even see this clearly at night?"

"What a joke!!! This has night vision and is 360-degree all-weather, no blind spots!"

As Chen Mo spoke, he began to walk towards his room.

Before he could even get there, Zhu Di stopped him.

Zhu Di looked serious.

"Manager Chen, listen to me. Since that thief only stole instant noodles, he must have been starving..."

"As the Buddha said, Heaven itself possesses the virtue of cherishing life, but none can match that..."

"When did you, Juddy, become a Buddhist?"

Chen Mo looked at him with a suspicious expression.

Li Shimin and Zhu Yuanzhang exchanged a glance and walked in.

Upon seeing this, Zhu Di felt as if he had found a savior.

"Old man, what happened last night? Nothing happened, right?"

Old Zhu ignored Zhu Di and looked directly at Chen Mo.

"Hey Chen, I have a question for you!"

You must answer truthfully!

Chen Mo looked at Zhu De's serious expression, then at Li Shimin who was equally serious beside him, and also stopped smiling.

"Ask away, I'll answer as much as I know."

"We're asking you, what exactly has that 'little life' done to us?!"

Old Zhu was filled with murderous intent.

"This morning, Li Er and I went for a stroll in the park. We overheard some guys talking about their meager lives, and they were all seething with hatred, their eyes practically blazing with murderous intent."

"Tell me, what exactly did that little guy do to make people in these peaceful times still hold such a grudge?"

Chen Mo remained silent for a long time.

Then, he sighed and took out a world map from the house.

"Wa is the island nation in the eastern sea, formerly known as Fusang or Dongying, which you may have heard of."

"It has a long and complex history of interaction with us."

"But what the Chinese people remember most deeply and feel most pained by today is mainly the long and brutal war of aggression it launched against us in the last century."

"A war of aggression?"

"He dares!"

"Does a tiny country even deserve to be called one?"

Ying Zheng, Liu Che, and Zhu Di spoke up almost simultaneously.

Li Shimin and Zhu Yuanzhang also looked grim.

Chen Mo looked at their excitement and sighed.

That war lasted for more than a decade.

"They were extremely ambitious, relying on their superior military strength at the time. They wanted to annex us."

"From Northeast China to South China, wherever their iron hooves went, they burned, killed, looted, and committed all sorts of atrocities."

Chen Mo's tone gradually became somber.

"They occupied our cities and villages, enslaved our people, treated them as guinea pigs, and robbed us of everything they could."

"They implemented a system of indoctrination, attempting to destroy our culture and sever our roots."

Chen Mo paused, his tone unusually low.

"The most shocking thing happened in Nanjing, the capital at the time, also known as Yingtian."

"After the city fell, they carried out an organized and large-scale massacre of soldiers who had laid down their arms and innocent civilians, using all sorts of cruel methods..."

"In just a few weeks, more than 300,000 of our compatriots were killed."

"The elderly, the weak, women, and children are all not exempt."

Chen Mo lowered his head.

"Historically known as... the Nanjing Massacre."

"Three hundred thousand?!"

Liu Che gasped.

Throughout his life of conquest, he had never heard of such a massacre of civilians.

"A few weeks? A whole capital city?"

Li Shimin's expression grew increasingly grim.

Zhu Yuanzhang's face was as black as the bottom of a pot, his fists were clenched so tightly they cracked, and bloodshot eyes were visible.

He came from a humble background and deeply empathized with the suffering of ordinary people, understanding their despair all too well.

Especially considering it's such a tiny country!

He always looked down on Japan, and even though the Japanese pirates frequently harassed him, he still didn't take them seriously.

But... how dare they do such a thing?

Old Zhu's eyes were filled with murderous intent.

"brute!"

Ying Zheng's voice was icy cold, like a chilling wind blowing from the depths of hell.

"To destroy a nation, one must first destroy its history, slaughter its people, and exterminate its race. This is no ordinary war; it is an act of annihilation and the extermination of its lineage."

"A mere island nation dares to forget its own people?"

Chen Mo nodded and continued.

"This is just one example. Countless similar tragedies occurred throughout the war."

"Forced labor, comfort women, germ warfare, poison gas warfare..."

"They tried to destroy our will to resist with absolute violence and fear."

Chen Mo remained silent for a long time before letting out a deep sigh.

"We ultimately won, but at the cost of over 35 million military and civilian casualties, countless cities reduced to ruins, and the national economy collapsed."

Each number struck like a hammer blow to the hearts of several emperors.

Even at its peak, the empire they ruled had a population of just over 100 million.

Tens of millions of people died...

A war with such enormous casualties is a crisis that threatens the very foundation of the nation and even the survival of the people.

Chen Mo looked at their reactions and a mocking expression appeared on his face.

"Most importantly, some of them did not truly repent after the war."

"On the contrary, they tamper with textbooks, deny or even glorify the history of aggression, and their politicians even go to worship at some 'shrine' dedicated to war criminals."

"In the East China Sea, they are still eyeing some of our islands covetously, and disputes continue."

"In addition, there has been the issue of discharging nuclear-contaminated water into the ocean, which is harming all mankind."

"Recently, since a certain anthropomorphic creature came to power, it has been constantly provoking us."

Chen Mo paused for a moment, then added.

"The military parade we saw last time was also held to commemorate the 70th anniversary of the victory against fascism."

Chen Mo turned his gaze back to Old Zhu.

"So...it's not that ordinary people hold grudges."

"Some history is too painful, it hurts to the bone, and it can't be forgotten."

"It is also because some people and forces on the other side are still tearing open the wound and provoking the bottom line."

"The older generation experienced it firsthand or heard it from their parents, and young people also know it through studying history."

"This kind of memory and vigilance is ingrained in our national genes. It's normal for those old men to grit their teeth, because..."

Chen Mo raised his head.

"Our feud with them isn't over yet!"

The room was deathly silent.