Sky Curtain: The Overlord Charges into Battle, Shocking Emperors of All Dynasties

During the Zhenguan era of the Tang Dynasty

Li Shimin angrily smashed the wine cup in his hand to the ground, shards flying everywhere.

"Absurd! Does this person deserve to be called a general? Does he deserve to be called Marquis of Wu'an?"

"Tell me, how can someone like this fight on the battlefield, let alone be granted the title of Marquis of Wu'an?"

Seeing this, Changsun Wuji stepped forward and replied:

"There have been handsome generals throughout history. For example, Gao Changgong of the Northern Qi Dynasty had a face like jade and always wore a bronze ghost mask when he went into battle. He was physically strong and not a weak person. But this person in the sky..."

"It's not that I, Cheng Yaojin, am being nosy," Cheng Yaojin interrupted Changsun Wuji before he could finish speaking, patting his chest, which was as big as a bear's.

"The kid on screen that day was as small as a chick."

"Let alone fighting on the battlefield, I watched him ride a horse and he couldn't even ride properly, let alone wield a weapon and kill enemies."

"Moreover, to my utmost opinion, his face looks like it's covered in makeup."

Li Shimin was puzzled. This must be a play performed by later generations, like a traditional opera.

But why was the actor portraying Xiang Yu so physically imposing when he charged into the enemy lines? Even I was astonished by his performance in battle.

When it came to the Marquis of Wu'an, he couldn't understand it, he really couldn't understand it.

Wu Zhou,

Wu Zetian gazed at the young general on the sky, momentarily lost in thought.

The Zhang brothers, Changzong and Yizhi, were consumed by jealousy on the bed. They nestled together, their eyes downcast as if about to weep, and softly complained.

"Your Majesty, are you dissatisfied with us brothers? Are you tired of us?"

Wu Zetian stretched out her wrinkled hands and stroked their faces, gently comforting them:

"How could I not know that those were people from the future of the Heavenly Curtain? In the end, the ones who truly stay by my side are the two of you."

Upon hearing this, the Zhang brothers smiled and immediately served Wu Zetian even more diligently.

As Wu Zetian enjoyed the service of the two men, she secretly pondered: she had to order the Crane Control Bureau to secretly search for similar people among the common people. Such a young general was truly captivating.

.....

Throughout history, the images displayed on the celestial canopy have caused a great uproar.

The various emperors of the Han Dynasty were all astonished by the title of Marquis of Wu'an, for they all knew that Emperor Gaozu Liu Bang had also been granted the title of Marquis of Wu'an.

But now, what's unfolding on the sky—could it really be that a later dynasty was so absurd as to bestow the title of Marquis of Wu'an upon such a frail man? Weren't they afraid of causing a mutiny in the army, and that the soldiers would be dissatisfied?

Emperor Ai of Han, Liu Xin, admired the appearance of the General of the Heavenly Curtain and turned to Dong Xian beside him, saying...

"The people from later generations who appeared on the celestial canopy were indeed remarkably handsome, comparable to one or two tenths of Dong Qing's appearance."

Jianye, Eastern Jin Dynasty

Wei Jie was filled with relief. His thin body was panting heavily. Behind him were walls of people, men and women, blocking the city's roads.

He came to Jianye to escape the war in the north, but as soon as he arrived, the whole city flocked out and surrounded him, just to catch a glimpse of his face.

Wei Jie was already weak and suffered from a chronic illness. He was frail and sickly. In the crowded conditions, he felt short of breath and had a splitting headache, and almost fainted on the spot.

Just then, the image of Marquis Wu'an appeared on the screen. Someone shouted, and everyone looked up in unison, ignoring Wei Jie.

They had never seen such fair skin, seemingly without any blemishes, not even a mole.

Even the people on the celestial canopy were dressed neatly, with rosy complexions, showing no signs of malnutrition.

Everyone couldn't help but feel envious: Could it be that the world after this was so prosperous? If there were an afterlife, they would only hope to be born in that time.

Taking advantage of the moment, Wei Jie hurriedly returned to his friend's residence, secretly relieved that he might have suffocated to death if it weren't for Tianmu's rescue.

The crowd on the street ignored Wei Jie's departure, their eyes glued to the young general's face reflected in the sky.

Finally, someone hesitated and asked:

"Marquis of Wu'an...shouldn't this title belong to a valiant general who guards a region?"

He scratched his head. "Why does this person on the sky have absolutely no military bearing?"

Before he could finish speaking, the women around him turned to look at him and scolded him:

"Who told you that Marquis Wu'an must be a military general?"

"Can't it just be that the young man in the sky is outstanding? Why is it so hard to acknowledge someone else's excellence?"

"I would rather be a concubine to the little general in the sky than marry you."

Wei Jie should be grateful to Marquis Wu'an. If it weren't for Marquis Wu'an's help, he would probably have been driven to serious illness and died long ago by his fanatical followers.

There is an idiom in "A New Account of Tales of the World" that means "to kill Wei Jie by looking at him," which almost happened today.

The scene shifts across the sky, and the setting changes. The Marquis of Wu'an, who had entered the city earlier, is now surrounded by a group of men in black, wielding a long sword.

The ancients' eyes lit up immediately. Were they finally going to show off their military prowess?

That makes sense. How could Marquis Wu'an not be proficient in battlefield combat?

Hurry up and display your superb martial arts skills, showcasing the brilliance of Marquis Wu'an!

The next moment, Marquis Wu'an drew his sword and killed the two men in black with two slashes, but his moves were chaotic and without any strategy.

The camera only focused on his face, revealing no trace of his martial arts prowess.

"She's so beautiful..."

Many women's eyes shone brightly as they stared intently at Marquis Wu'an's face.

Someone asked in bewilderment, "Dong Shi, don't you think this person's martial arts skills are quite ordinary? It's as if those assassins deliberately let him kill them."

Dong Shi rolled her eyes at him. "What do you know? Marquis Wu'an should be like this—handsome, dashing, and debonair."

"I will marry no one but Marquis Wu'an in this life!!"

Great Han

Liu Bang's face was as black as the bottom of a pot. Lü Zhi scoffed and asked:

"Didn't you say that 'the sky' must refer to you? What? Marquis Wu'an, is this how you're seen by later generations?"

"Insolence!" Liu Bang slammed his fist on the imperial desk in anger. "You, sir, personally went to the battlefield to become the Marquis of Wu'an, and were personally conferred the title by King Huai. This kind of interpretation by later generations is clearly an insult to you!!"

Liu Bang was puzzled; he simply couldn't understand why the Marquis of Wu'an would be like this.

"No, if this canopy appears, won't people think that's what you really look like? Absolutely not!!"

Liu Bang grew increasingly panicked and abruptly stood up.

"You may be called a rogue or a scoundrel by the world, but you can never be called the Marquis of Wu'an!!"

"I hereby issue an edict to strip me of my title of Marquis of Wu'an!!! May it never be mentioned again."

Xiao He and Zhang Liang exchanged a glance. They understood Liu Bang's feelings at that moment very well. If it were them, they would probably be ashamed of such a title.

...

Laughter echoed throughout the tents of Yongle's Northern Expeditionary Army, and could even be heard several miles away.

A group of heavily armored generals patted Zheng Heng on the shoulder, grinning and laughing so hard they almost cried.

"Old Zheng, you really kept this a secret from the brothers! We had no idea you were so handsome!"

"Marquis Wu'an, you must treat us to a meal. This will ensure your name is remembered for all time. Future generations will all know that Marquis Wu'an was handsome, no less so than any of the beauties described in history books."

"If our old Zheng had been born a few hundred years earlier, there would have been no Zhang Changzong. Maybe you could have even made an empress, Dangdang!"

Jung Hyung blushed deeply and was extremely embarrassed by these scoundrels.

Hearing the commotion inside the tent, Zhu Di finally couldn't hold back and burst into laughter.

Seeing that his lifelong reputation was in jeopardy, Zheng Heng feared that after returning to the capital, his colleagues would surely come up with some sarcastic remarks to mock him.

He turned around and knelt down in front of Zhu Di, kowtowing heavily, making several loud thuds.

Seeing Zheng Heng's actions, Zhu Di and his many generals abruptly stopped laughing.

A sudden anxiety welled up inside him: they were just joking among brothers, they didn't mean to really make things difficult for Zheng Heng.

"Old Zheng, what are you doing?"

"Zheng Heng, speak up if you have something to say?" Zhu Di suppressed his smile and spoke in a deep voice.

Zheng Heng looked up, his face filled with grief and indignation, as if he would rather die than have His Majesty refuse.

"Your Majesty, I beg you to grant me this request: to strip me of my title of Marquis of Wu'an. I would rather not have this title than accept it."

Seeing his generals in such a state, Zhu Di felt a pang of pity and immediately spoke:

"I won't strip you of your title, but I'll change it to Marquis Zhenwu, how about that?"

"Any title is fine, as long as it's not the Marquis of Wu'an."

Zheng Heng breathed a sigh of relief and immediately kowtowed to express his gratitude.

Not only Zheng Heng and Liu Bang, but also other officials from other dynasties who were granted the title of Marquis of Wu'an submitted memorials requesting a change of their titles.

Even more extreme, like Zheng Heng, some would rather relinquish their title than be associated with the title of Marquis of Wu'an.

The title of Marquis of Wu'an, which once symbolized the ability to pacify the country through martial prowess, suddenly became the most disliked title throughout history.