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

Shen Chuan rubbed his eyes, still unable to believe what he was seeing. Were art forms this advanced now, or was he just too out of touch with the times?

In all the period dramas I've watched since childhood, almost all the generals were burly and their fight scenes were incredibly fluid. Why is everything different now that I'm older?

Not only Shen Chuan, but all the ancients were dumbfounded when they saw the characters floating across the sky.

"This...this is outrageous!"

An old scholar puffed out his beard and glared, clearly dissatisfied with the words spoken in the sky.

"Could it be that later generations are completely ignorant of the teachings and etiquette of the sages?"

Where are the fundamental principles of morality and ethics?

The pedantic scholars beside him echoed his sentiments, each one beating their chests and stamping their feet in frustration.

Having studied Zhu Xi's Neo-Confucianism since childhood, they naturally regarded the sages' ethical principles and moral codes as more important than heaven. Clearly, the words of the Heavenly Curtain dealt them a heavy blow.

Liu Bei was also extremely puzzled.

"Strategist, have the customs of later generations changed so much? It's quite confusing."

Zhuge Liang tidied up the bamboo slips on his desk.

"My lord, Liang has compiled what Tianmu said. It seems that the later generations must have been extremely wealthy, which is why they neglected the development of etiquette and spirit."

Mentioning the Heavenly Curtain, Liu Bei recalled the outcome the Heavenly Curtain had previously predicted.

Liu Bei looked up at the sky and sighed deeply.

"Strategist, I am so sorry. I caused you to go from a life of leisure and enjoyment in nature to a life of writing and writing, and in the end, I was unable to restore the Han Dynasty."

Liu Bei looked sorrowful. After four hundred years, the Han Dynasty still couldn't be restored?

Zhuge Liang was quite frank. He knew all along that this path would be difficult, but would he give up just because the path was difficult?

Now that he knows the final outcome, Zhuge Liang seems to have been relieved of some burden.

Facing Liu Bei, Guan Yu, Zhang Fei, and others, he calmly asked, "Knowing that the outcome is destined to fail, does that mean we should give up?"

Liu Bei and the others were taken aback, and listened quietly to what followed.

"To do what one knows to be impossible is the true nature of a hero. Even if we ultimately fail to revive the Han Dynasty, we will never betray our original aspirations."

"I have a clear conscience!"

"Furthermore, the appearance of the celestial curtain suggests that if we can find the reason why the Han Dynasty failed to be restored, the outcome may change."

After hearing this, Liu Bei's eyes brightened even more, and his fighting spirit was rekindled.

Yes, the heavens have revealed themselves, and things will not develop as they were before. If we can find a better way to revive the Han Dynasty, we can do justice to His Majesty Emperor Gaozu.

Furthermore, with a strategist at our side, a strategist with profound knowledge of both heaven and man, and with the assistance of the Heavenly Curtain, we are sure to revive the Han Dynasty this time.

...

Former Qin Dynasty, Epang City

Fu Jian looked disdainful.

The aesthetics of this canopy aren't great either. Although the general on it is handsome, how can he compare to my phoenix?

A folk song from Chang'an goes: "One female and one male, flying together into the Purple Palace."

Fu Jian showed extreme favoritism and indulgence towards Murong Chong, even though Murong Chong did not want his favoritism.

Even compared to his elder sister, Princess Qinghe, Fu Jian favored Murong Chong more.

The large number of parasol trees and bamboos planted in Epang City was due to a folk prophecy.

"Phoenix Phoenix Stops Afang Palace"

Murong Chong's nickname was Fenghuang. Fu Jian's intention in using this nickname was twofold: firstly, it corresponded to a prophecy; secondly, the phoenix perches on the parasol tree, where many phoenixes build their nests, so Fu Jian was also implying that he wanted to retain him.

It's unclear whether Murong Chong truly possessed such great power to captivate Fu Jian, an emperor who unified the north.

Despite Wang Meng's repeated advice, Fu Jian reluctantly expelled Murong Chong from the palace and appointed him as a local governor, still giving him real power, territory, and official position, without ever harming or suspecting him.

Even after the Battle of Fei River, when rebellions broke out everywhere, Fu Jian dealt with many traitors with a ruthless and inflexible attitude, but he still harbored illusions about Murong Chong and was lenient towards the Murong clan.

It must be admitted that Fu Jian was a beast, but Murong Chong was the most special and unique person to him.

Fu Jian hummed a song as he rode in a sedan chair to Murong Chong's palace.

"Phoenix, Phoenix, I've come to see you!!"

Fu Jian's tone was extremely gentle, like a young man softly calling out to his beloved.

Inside the hall, Murong Chong heard this voice, which sounded like a demon to him. His face was filled with humiliation, but it quickly disappeared.

He suppressed all his humiliation and fed it to the beast imprisoned in his heart.

...

As the Ming Dynasty was relatively late in the dynastic sequence, its rulers had previously learned from celestial information that the Qing Dynasty would follow the Ming Dynasty.

However, Zhu Yuanzhang and others were unaware of whether there was a dynasty between the Ming and Qing dynasties, and still considered the Qing dynasty to be a Han Chinese dynasty.

However, Zhu Yuanzhang and a group of veteran generals from Huaixi were all indignant.

"Sir, the more we look at them, the more it seems that the soldiers' armor, the common people's clothing, and even that Marquis of Wu'an's armor all resemble the style of our Great Ming Dynasty."

"Your Majesty, I think that it not only has the style of clothing from our Great Ming Dynasty, but also some traces of the former Song Dynasty."

All the civil and military officials expressed their opinions on what was being displayed on the celestial screen.

Zhu Yuanzhang said with a stern face, "That's not what we're worried about. What we're worried about now is that the Heavenly Canopy is visible to all the people of my Great Ming Dynasty."

"Especially children,"

"If children see this and think that Marquis Wu'an is like this, they will follow his example when they grow up."

"Then how can we guarantee the quality of our soldiers in the Great Ming Dynasty? Are we to expect all the soldiers in the entire army to be like those in the sky?!"

"If things continue like this for several generations of emperors, how will the Ming army ever defeat the Mongols?"

Zhu Yuanzhang grew angrier as he spoke, and kicked the table in front of him to the ground, scattering the items on it everywhere.

Zhu Biao hurriedly stepped forward. At this moment, the only people who could calm Zhu Yuanzhang down, besides Empress Ma, were Crown Prince Zhu Biao.

"Father, I suggest that we immediately issue an order to local officials at all levels to tell the people that this whole 'sky curtain' incident is a hoax."

"Moreover, just now, the sky also showed that later generations had a lot of negative views about this image, so it is a false story."

Zhu Yuanzhang, having calmed down slightly, added his own words.

"Furthermore, local garrison commanders and regional commanders should personally lead troops to inspect the areas."

"Let the local people see what a real soldier is."

"Oh, right," Zhu Yuanzhang pointed to his old brothers.

"Since you killers have some free time, each of you choose a place, put on your armor,"

"Let the people see what kind of person can be granted a title and rank, and what kind of physique is worthy of becoming a nobleman of the Ming Dynasty!!"

"It's about taking over!!!"

After the civil and military officials went to arrange the specific matters, Zhu Yuanzhang turned to face Zhu Biao.

"Biao'er, now it's just the two of us. When you were looking at the sky just now, ignoring that Marquis of Wu'an, did you have any particular feeling?"

"Father, you have one too?" Zhu Biao asked in surprise.

"My son initially thought it was a hallucination, but the images on the sky just now were different from before, and he even seemed a little..."

"Disgusting, nauseating, isn't that right?"

Zhu Yuanzhang spoke before Zhu Biao could answer.

"Yes, yes, that's exactly how my son feels. I don't know why."

Zhu Yuanzhang's face was grave.

"The feeling it gave us, besides being disgusted and repulsed, was like seeing the Mongols of the early Yuan Dynasty."