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

Western Han Dynasty

"I'm dying of laughter, sir! How can there be such a stupid person in this world!" Liu Bang laughed so hard he almost fell off his couch.

Xiao He, Zhang Liang, and the others looked at each other in astonishment. Could this method really cure diseases?

On second thought, everyone secretly rejoiced.

If Consort Li hadn't been so foolish and dull-witted, and her son Liu Rong had actually ascended the throne, with such a magnanimous and visionary empress dowager, the foundation of the Han Dynasty would likely have been destroyed in her hands, betraying the hard work of the emperor and his ministers who had spent half their lives striving for it.

"Brainless and unable to see the situation clearly," Lü Zhi sneered, her voice full of contempt. She clearly looked down on Li Ji's behavior and even felt that it had defiled her brain.

Whether as the emperor's favorite concubine or as a mother, Consort Li was utterly incompetent.

Princess Guantao, Liu Piao, initially intended to marry her daughter, Chen Ajiao, to Crown Prince Liu Rong.

As Empress Dowager Dou's most beloved daughter and the eldest princess of the Han Dynasty, Liu Piao had influence with both the Empress Dowager and her own emperor brother. Apart from being somewhat greedy, she could be considered a top-tier ally.

But Princess Kuri was ridiculously arrogant; she not only rejected the marriage proposal outright but also subjected the woman to extreme insults.

Enraged, Liu Piao allied with Consort Wang, Liu Che's mother, which led to the creation of the "golden house" where she kept her beloved concubine.

"Your Majesty, we offer our congratulations," Zhang Liang and the others exchanged glances and bowed in unison. "According to later generations, your descendant Liu Che..."

We will eventually pacify the Xiongnu, leaving no royal court south of the Gobi Desert, and uphold the might of the Han Dynasty!

"Haha! You knew it!" Liu Bang straightened his back instantly, his face full of smug satisfaction. "Those barbarian Xiongnu, it was only a matter of time before we pacified them!"

"What are you so happy about? It wasn't you who pacified it. Don't forget about the Baideng Mountain incident."

As usual, Empress Lü poured cold water on Liu Bang's enthusiasm. Ever since the appearance of the Heavenly Canopy, she had been praising Liu Bang everywhere, and she always liked to tease him for no reason. Perhaps because they had been married for a long time, this kind of bickering had become the norm.

Liu Bang deflated instantly, like a punctured balloon, his voice barely audible: "That was just a moment of carelessness on your part..."

As he spoke, his voice gradually rose, as if he had suddenly found confidence, and he raised his chin: "But that grandson Liu Che, didn't he still avenge you!"

Having said that, he shouted loudly towards the sky, as if trying to make his voice transcend time and space and reach Liu Che's ears:

"Liu Che! You grandson did a great job! Your grandfather is very satisfied. Give those Xiongnu people a good beating, beat them to death!"

"Achoo!!"

During the reign of Emperor Wu, the main hall of Weiyang Palace

Liu Che suddenly sneezed loudly, his brows furrowed in puzzlement:

"Why does it sound like someone is cursing me?"

As soon as he finished speaking, his gaze swept over the words on the sky, and suddenly, as if he had received the greatest joy, he disregarded his imperial dignity and burst into wild laughter, like someone who had contracted swine fever. The sound so loud that the beams and pillars in the hall trembled slightly.

"As you can see, later generations say that I will pacify the Xiongnu, and there will be no royal court south of the Gobi Desert. The last wishes of the previous emperors will finally be fulfilled in my hands."

"Issue the order!" Liu Che slammed his hand on the imperial desk, his voice booming like thunder. "Order Li Guang, Gongsun Ao, Han Anguo, and others to lead an army of 300,000 to ambush and annihilate the main force of the Xiongnu at Mayi!"

"I will achieve our goal in one decisive battle, settle the score, and ensure that the Xiongnu never dare to invade south again!!!"

The court officials were all silent, and no one dared to voice any opposition.

The heavens have already revealed that His Majesty will eventually destroy the Xiongnu. At this moment, Liu Che has both confidence and power, and even if they have objections, they are powerless to stop him.

Liu Che was still too young and too hasty at this time.

This military operation, historically known as the "Mayi Plot,"

The Han Dynasty mobilized 300,000 troops with all its national strength, hoping to fight a brilliant encirclement and annihilation battle, but in the end it ended up with nothing to show for it, wasting a lot of manpower, material resources and financial resources.

The main reason is that most of the generals leading troops at this time were from the reigns of Emperor Wen and Emperor Jing.

They excel at defending cities and are completely unfamiliar with tactics for large-scale field battles.

The best commander for large-scale field operations and cavalry generals would have to wait until Liu Che went to his sister Princess Pingyang's residence to enjoy the song and dance, and then married the dancer named Wei Zifu, who brought him a generous dowry.

Wei Qing, and Wei Qing's nephew Huo Qubing.

"No! I suddenly remembered something!" Liu Che's expression changed abruptly, his brows furrowed, and his tone was full of confusion and anger.

"Why do those people from later generations on the celestial screen call me 'Little Pig Liu'?"

"I am clearly strong and healthy, and exceptionally powerful. How could I resemble a pig?!"

Liu Che was furious. Since Empress Dowager Dou passed away and he truly seized power, no one had dared to offend him like this.

But now, these people of later generations dare to call him that!

He is the emperor who will drive out the Xiongnu and promote the prestige of the Han Dynasty. If such rudeness from later generations were to occur in front of me, they should all be dragged out and beheaded!

"Perhaps it's because..." A veteran official from Emperor Jing's reign stepped forward tremblingly, his voice lacking confidence, clearly afraid of angering Liu Che in his rage.

"Your Majesty, your nickname is Zhi. Perhaps later generations have shown you respect and affection, hence this affectionate way of addressing you."

Liu Che: "Stop talking."

Liu Che understood; "zhi" simply means pig.

Liu Che couldn't help but feel a little resentful. It was all his father's fault for giving him such a nickname, "Zhi" (meaning "pig").

That's great, their nickname has been passed down to later generations.

If everyone can see through the canopy, wouldn't the entire Han Dynasty know my childhood name?!

During the Yongle period

Zhu Di, who was over fifty years old, lay half-reclined on the dragon bed, with the imperial physician beside him taking his pulse, his brows furrowed.

"Imperial Physician Wang, please say something! How is the Emperor's illness?"

Zhu Gaoxu paced back and forth in front of the bed, his face full of anxiety, his tone brimming with restlessness.

"Second brother, don't worry," Crown Prince Zhu Gaochi comforted his younger brother. "Isn't the imperial physician treating His Majesty?"

Zhu Gaochi was naturally very worried about his father's health.

In his early years, he fought on the battlefield, which caused him many health problems. Even after becoming emperor, he couldn't stay idle and was always thinking about launching a northern expedition.

They're all grown up, don't they know how to take a break?

How could Zhu Gaochi not be worried?

My father spent many years on the battlefield, fighting in the north and south, and his body was riddled with injuries and illnesses. Now that he is the emperor, he still can't sit still, thinking about the northern expedition against the Mongols all day long, and he doesn't know how to rest at all.

Ever since the Jingnan Campaign, my father has harbored a thorn in his side, always worried that after his death, when he meets Emperor Taizu in the afterlife, he will not be able to explain himself.

Therefore, after ascending the throne, he dared not slack off for a moment, and was determined to make great achievements, hoping that a hundred years later, the history books would be more lenient and praiseful towards him.

Fortunately, there was the precedent set by Emperor Taizong of Tang, Li Shimin.

If one can achieve great things, history books might show some leniency a hundred years from now.

But Father, you're almost sixty, and you still have to work so hard on the Northern Expedition. How can your body take it?

"All useless! A bunch of useless trash!" Zhu Gaochi, seeing that the imperial physicians remained silent, finally lost his temper and flew into a rage, kicking over the medicine table beside him.

"If only our Great Ming Dynasty had such a divine doctor as described on the celestial screen, Father's illness would surely be cured."

Zhu Gaosui suddenly spoke up from the side.

The tone carried a subtle, almost imperceptible hint:

Zhu Gaochi remained silent, glancing at Zhu Gaosui out of the corner of his eye.

Zhu Gaochi remained silent, but glanced at Zhu Gaosui out of the corner of his eye without making a sound.

This third brother has always harbored ill intentions.

Although Father's illness is serious, it is not yet terminal. With proper care, he will recover.

Upon hearing this, Zhu Gaoxu, who was pacing back and forth in front of Zhu Di's bed, had a sudden inspiration and his eyes lit up, as if he had grasped a lifeline.

Yes, our Great Ming Dynasty can also have divine doctors!

He did all this for the sake of his father's health.

If we can revive our father and achieve such a great feat, and then look at the eldest son's seemingly calm but actually inconsiderate demeanor, our father will surely see who is the most filial and most suitable to inherit the throne.

The position of Crown Prince—who else but me deserves it!

Zhu Gaoxu felt increasingly pleased with himself, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously turned up, his steps becoming more hurried.

He rushed to Zhu Di's bedside in three strides, shoved aside the imperial physician Wang who was still taking his pulse, and almost knocked the old physician to the ground with such force.

He took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and mentally encouraged himself countless times.

On the bed, Zhu Di, in a daze, only felt a cacophony in his ears, which made his head throb and his mind agitated.

He vaguely knew that his old ailment had flared up again, and that his sons were probably keeping watch over him at his bedside.

Thinking of this, a sense of relief swept through him.

Fortunately, his sons were quite filial; knowing he was seriously ill, they stayed by his bedside the whole time.

Zhu Di struggled mightily to slowly open his heavy eyelids. Before his mind had fully recovered from the confusion, a deafening roar rang in his ears:

"You old dog!!!"