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

On the sky, Li Chengan was furious after hearing Liu Ju's words.

[Li Chenggan: Why do you think my father is so great? Li Tai is arrogant and domineering because of my father's favor, and his provocations against me, the crown prince, are all his fault!]

[Zhu Biao: With your script, even if I went, it wouldn't make a difference. Did my brother dare to cause trouble when I was around? But it's your dad who personally intervened and took sides.]

[Liu Ju: You're just too impatient. If you hadn't rebelled, would your father have crippled you?]

At this point, a hint of grievance appeared on Liu Ju's face on the screen.

[Liu Ju: Speaking of which, you even plotted a rebellion and your father didn't kill you. Aren't you better than my father? I'm so envious of you!]

Damn it, the sky is still chasing me!!

Liu Che immediately lost his temper and began to curse loudly.

Why isn't this going to stop after one or two tries?!

In the eyes of you descendants, am I really not a good father?

He can't even compare to Li Shimin?

What is it about me that I lack compared to him?!

Besides saving money!!

...

Li Shimin nodded slightly, twirling his upturned mustache with his right hand, seemingly agreeing with Liu Ju's words on the sky.

That's right, I am better than Emperor Wu of Han.

Li Chengqian frowned and looked at Li Shimin with displeasure.

Is that all you're focusing on? You're completely ignoring the part about taking sides!

What, do you think you're so great? Is that something to be proud of?!

Are they trying to outdo Emperor Wu of Han in terms of how bad things are?!

[Fusu: My two brothers, if anyone should be envious, shouldn't we be envious of Zhu Biao? He has fatherly love, motherly kindness, a peaceful son, and a respectful brother all by himself.]

At this point, Fusu's expression on the sky became somewhat disappointed.

[Fusu: If he were to commit treason, his father would definitely personally dress him in a dragon robe, beat drums and gongs, force him onto the dragon throne, and even open a bottle of champagne to celebrate.]

[Fusu: Sigh, this scene is so beautiful I could never even dream of it.]

Upon hearing Fusu's words, the three people around him fell silent. Li Chengqian, who was closest to him, felt even more aggrieved.

A slap landed on Fusu's head.

"You piece of trash!!"

[Li Chengan: If I had your 300,000 troops back then, my brother would be sitting with you now, and I would have been drinking at the emperor's table long ago!]

[Liu Ju: With 300,000 troops under your command, how could you commit suicide! My mom always says I'm a coward, but I think you're the biggest coward of all!]

Qin Dynasty

When Fusu heard the words calling him a coward from the sky, he was filled with unbearable shame.

With his head buried in his chest, he looked exactly like an ostrich burying its head in the desert.

Ying Zheng was both amused and exasperated. The later generations' portrayal was quite interesting, perfectly capturing Fusu's submissive and aggrieved demeanor.

These people don't look real. Looking closer, something just doesn't seem right.

And what is a fighter jet?

Ying Zheng remembered that Tianmu had mentioned something called a mobile phone before, and now there are fighter jets?

Could it be a machine specifically designed for combat? Like the crossbows of the Qin Dynasty?

Ying Zheng couldn't help but imagine that the power of gunpowder was already enough to cause considerable damage to the Xiongnu.

If the Qin Dynasty had developed the fighter jets that later generations talked about, wouldn't they have wiped out the Xiongnu without leaving a single hair?

Fighter jets—they sound like they're really good at fighting and have a lot of power!

On screen, Liu Ju questions Fusu with dissatisfaction.

[Liu Ju: You coward, whose script did you get?]

Seeing the barely suppressed joy on Fusu's lips, Li Chenggan felt even angrier.

[Li Chenggan: Look how happy he is! Whose lot will he draw?!]

[Fusu: Hehe, I got Brother Zhu's script!]

[Liu Ju: How come this child is so lucky? He had a doting father in his past life, and he'll have doting parents in his next life. His younger brother is also obedient. If he lives long enough, even this coward can become emperor.]

[Zhu Biao: That's not necessarily true. Can he keep my brothers in check? Especially the fourth one, be careful he doesn't cause a Ming Dynasty version of the Xuanwu Gate Incident!]

Hongwu,

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Zhu Yuanzhang was immediately delighted. He felt that what the sky said was absolutely right, especially the sentence, "Having parents who love you."

Are you kidding me? Doesn't he love his eldest son? Does he think he can force his son to rebel like Emperor Taizong of Tang (Li Shimin) did?

"Even if Fusu were here, it's not certain he could control the situation."

"Our sons are all exceptional individuals, and only our Biao'er can keep them in check. If it were Fusu, he would have kicked him over long ago!"

"Don't you think so, Your Majesty the Emperor?"

"Ah, right, right, right!"

Zhu Di gave a perfunctory reply, but rolled his eyes.

Calling out "Emperor Chengzu" will never end.

However, Zhu Di still agreed with this statement in his heart.

He only obeyed his eldest brother; no one else could sway him.

If it were really Fusu in his place, I would definitely show him what it means to be the Little Li Er of the Ming Dynasty!

[Liu Ju: Who wouldn't envy Brother Zhu's script? I dream of having such a great dad!]

[Li Chenggan: Me too, but Brother Zhu, you can only draw Fusu's script, right?]

[Zhu Biao: Oh dear, this is definitely Fusu's script. Let's show Fusu what the dignity of the eldest son should be. If that bastard Huhai dares to have any ideas, I'll beat him to a pulp!]

[Liu Ju: Now that's great! In my past life I had parents who loved me, and in this life I'll have a father who loves me, plus a cold, hard army of 300,000!]

Upon hearing the mention of the 300,000-strong army, the anger on Liu Ju and Li Chengan's faces visibly flared up again.

Fusu, what a coward!

"That's an army of 300,000!"

"You coward, hit him!!"

Qin Dynasty

"Zhu Biao."

Ying Zheng squinted, truly imagining what it would be like if Zhu Biao were his eldest son.

At the very least, Zhu Biao's skills and abilities were exceptional, earning him the approval of officials and the support of the military. He was considerate and caring towards the people while also possessing a strong will, making him a near-perfect crown prince.

Moreover, Ying Zheng had one advantage over Zhu Yuanzhang, though it can hardly be called an advantage.

He simply lived shorter than Zhu Yuanzhang.

Zhu Biao will surely ascend the throne soon.

Thinking of this, Ying Zheng felt as if there was something poking him in the back.

Turning his head, he saw Fusu staring at him with a melancholy look in his eyes, his resentment and grievance overflowing.

Ying Zheng was somewhat embarrassed; he'd been caught red-handed by his own son. How was he supposed to explain this?

"Hey, something new has appeared in the sky!"

Ying Zheng feigned surprise and uttered these words.

Fusu's attention was indeed drawn to the sky.

"With a wave of the hand, a natural barrier becomes a thoroughfare—the Huajiang Canyon Bridge!"

A bridge?

What's there to say about a bridge?

The crowd scoffed, for compared to the affairs of kings, generals, and emperors that had been discussed on the sky, a bridge was naturally insignificant in their eyes.

"Instead of wasting time on that, why not talk about what happened after that dynasty?"

"Exactly! Or to put it another way, with so many renowned figures in our dynasty, don't they deserve to be featured on the heavenly stage and remembered by future generations?"

Many scions of noble families during the Southern Dynasties uttered these words, yet their hands never ceased their actions.

He spooned spoonfuls of colorful powder into his mouth, followed by a glass of warm wine. Moments later, his face flushed, his cheeks tingled, and he felt somewhat excited, swaying unsteadily.

"Hahahaha, the heavens are blind to true heroes!!"

"Exactly, can our writings save a broken bridge?"

"In my opinion, Emperor Taizong of Tang was nothing special!! Let him come and fight me!!"

His words grew increasingly unrestrained, and his body became increasingly aroused.

Before long, the long robe was scattered all over the ground.

These scions of noble families reverted to their most primitive, authentic, and uninhibited state, crowing like chickens and vying for attention.