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

My descendants...

Zhao Guangyi closed his eyes peacefully; he could never have imagined that...

In later generations, he himself had finally ascended the throne after much difficulty and immense effort.

The only surviving prince, Zhao Gou, was infertile?!

There have been similar cases before. For example, Tianmu mentioned that Emperor Renzong of Song also had no heir, but he adopted a son.

Even if there are no more direct descendants of the princes, it's not impossible to adopt one from another lineage.

In this way, one's descendants can still become emperors.

Yongle,

"Father, I really didn't know Zhao Gou was a eunuch!"

Zhu Gaoxu wiped away the tears of laughter from the corners of his eyes.

If he had known the book would contain such interesting stories, he would have read more!

"Retribution! This is the retribution Zhao Gou deserves!"

Zhu Di suppressed his smile, his words filled with delight at seeing Zhao Gou treated this way.

All of this was Zhao Gou's just deserts!

"It's just a pity that Zhao Gou lived too long, almost outliving Emperor Xiaozong of Song!"

Zhu Di was somewhat disappointed; who could have imagined that Zhao Gou would live so long!

Upon hearing this, Zhu Gaochi and the others nodded in agreement.

"Father, I think there's some reason why Zhao Gou lived so long!"

Zhu Gaochi's words caused Zhu Di and Zhu Gaochi to twitch their eyelids slightly, clearly showing some surprise.

Has this child gone mad?

Where does this logic come from?

"Oh, I wonder what insightful opinions our Prince Han has?"

Zhu Gaoxu waved his hand, feigning modesty, and said...

"These aren't truly insightful observations, just some superficial remarks!"

"The reason why Zhao Gou was able to live so long was inseparable from the fact that he lost his fertility."

"From my observation, eunuchs generally live long lives!"

After losing his fertility and the death of his only son, Zhao Gou struggled for many years without conceiving again.

He was left with only one option: to adopt a prince.

Although most of the princes of Emperor Taizong's lineage were captured by the Jurchens during the Jingkang Incident, there are still many descendants of Emperor Taizong in the Jiangnan region.

It seems that adopting a descendant of Emperor Taizong is the best solution.

It seems that neither Zhao Gou nor the taxi driver at the time wanted Zhao Gou to adopt a descendant of Emperor Taizong.

The taxi driver at the time believed that the reason why the Song Dynasty suffered such a calamity was because the mandate of heaven for Emperor Taizong's lineage had come to an end, so the lineage had to be transferred to Emperor Taizu's lineage.

[But Zhao Gou's thoughts were even more complex.]

After all, his ascension to the throne was purely by chance; Zhao Ji and Zhao Huan were the rightful heirs.

[What if we adopt a descendant of Emperor Taizong, and he ascends the throne and recognizes Zhao Huan as the legitimate heir, only to later purge us?]

Finally, Zhao Gou adopted Zhao Shen, a seventh-generation descendant of Zhao Kuangyin, as his son, and the throne returned to the lineage of Emperor Taizu.

Ironically, the Song Dynasty had a total of eighteen emperors, nine in the Northern Song and nine in the Southern Song. However, the founders of both the Northern and Southern Song dynasties, and their successors, were not their own blood relatives.

"My descendants?"

Zhao Kuangyin seemed somewhat incredulous; he truly hadn't expected this.

The emperors of the Southern Song Dynasty were all his descendants?

How could he possibly satirize Zhao Guangyi now?

Moreover, the Southern Song Dynasty never succeeded in its northern expeditions.

Zhao Kuangyin now only wanted to know whether the Southern Song Dynasty had a truly capable ruler.

Zhao Guangyi had already opened his eyes, moved closer to Zhao Kuangyin, gently nudged him, and began to speak.

"Brother, your descendants."

During the reign of Emperor Huizong of Song,

"Ninth Brother, your abilities aren't up to par either!"

Zhao Ji chuckled mischievously, as if the whole thing was a funny joke, his gaze sweeping over Zhao Gou's lower body.

After seeing Zhao Ji smile, the many ministers ultimately did not act as recklessly as he did.

He merely raised the corners of his mouth slightly, forcibly suppressing a smile.

"You child, you really haven't inherited any of my abilities!"

Zhao Ji said with some regret,

Zhao Ji was obviously referring to his fertility, and he was quite proud of it.

Do you understand that no matter the circumstances, his child's birth still carries significant value?

Emperor Huizong of Song (Zhao Ji) did not believe that he would die without an heir after Zhao Gou became infertile.

As mentioned on the screen, he fathered several more sons with the Jurchens, in addition to the sons he had before.

No matter what, he will have offspring.

So there's nothing to worry about.

Emperor Huizong of Song (Zhao Ji) had already made up his mind that as soon as the Jurchens appeared, he would join forces with the Liao Dynasty to destroy them first.

If they are truly unable to win, they will have no choice but to make a tactical retreat to Jiangnan to preserve the cultural heritage of the Han people.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, urgent military report!!!"

"The Manichaean rebellion led by Fang La has swept through six prefectures and fifty-two counties in Jiangnan!!"

"Your Majesty, urgent military report!"

"Shandong Rebellion!!"

"Report! Rebellion in Huaixi!!"

...

As urgent military reports arrived one after another, Zhao Ji's expression changed instantly. He snatched the reports and began hurriedly flipping through them.

The more Zhao Ji looked at him, the colder his heart became.

How could the situation have deteriorated to this extent?

The military report stated that people across the country began to raise the banner of rebellion, claiming to be acting on behalf of Heaven or to restore the country and save the people.

Did these people really take Zhao Jiu's words on the screen in the sky seriously?

Don't they know that there is no such person as Zhao Jiu?

Even more extreme, they led their army straight towards Kaifeng.

Their slogans included things like, "Marching to Tokyo to save all of China!"

How could it have changed so much in just a few days?

Could it be that this city of Tokyo has truly become my final resting place?

[Zhao Gou did far more than just these things.]

[When he fled south, leading his ministers, whose courage had been shattered by the Jurchens, in a desperate escape, even reaching the sea and nearly becoming an island guerrilla force]

Some people, however, have never forgotten the humiliation of Jingkang and the lost homeland.

The suffering endured by the common people was like a knife cutting into the bodies of those who were determined to launch a northern expedition to reclaim their homeland.

Every time I dream of the iron horses in the dead of night, I think of recovering the Central Plains, and I have given my life for it.

Many people even died with the wish of seeing the royal army recover the Central Plains.

Just like the line from Lu You's poem.

When the royal army has pacified the Central Plains, remember to tell your grandfather at the family sacrifice.

The pain is unbearable.

Just thinking about it evoked an indescribable sense of melancholy in the hearts of the ancients, a profound sadness that almost brought tears to their eyes.

Zhao Gou, you truly deserve to die!!!

You can indulge in pleasure without a care in the world, but what about the people in the North who are suffering from fire and water?

Du Fu brushed the bits of grass off his head and sighed with regret.

Lu You's poem truly touched his heart.

He didn't know when the Tang Dynasty would be able to recover Jibei from the rebels.

Will he still be able to see it then?

Recalling these things, and the scenes he had witnessed on his journey, Du Fu was overcome with grief and tears streamed down his face.

Oh, the Tang Dynasty! Our glorious Tang Dynasty!

Why did it turn out like this?!