Sky Curtain: My Great Qin must have an aircraft carrier!

Zhu Yuanzhang didn't have to wait long before Tianmu announced the result.

[It's also worth mentioning Zhu Di's faults here.]

The destruction caused by the Jingnan Campaign was not as extreme as some claim, but it still had a significant impact.

There were some shortcomings in the handling of land reclamation and horse administration issues.

Although he was more open and moderate than his father Zhu Yuanzhang, he remained relatively conservative in matters of private overseas trade.

[The problem of the excessive circulation of paper money since the Hongwu era has not been addressed at its root.]

After hearing these comments, Emperor Yongle (Zhu Di) curled his lip, completely unconcerned.

No one is perfect, and everyone makes mistakes. Compared to his illustrious military achievements, what are these minor flaws?

When Zhu Yuanzhang heard the last sentence, his face twitched twice.

The problems that Tianmu gave to the fourth column—that's it?

There was no tyranny or cruelty, no persecution of loyal officials, no debauchery, and no favoritism towards sycophants or alienation from virtuous ministers.

Compared to the tyrannical and incompetent rulers of past dynasties, he really has no major faults; in fact, one could say he has made some achievements.

But as soon as he saw the words "Emperor Chengzu of Ming," Zhu Yuanzhang's anger, which he had just suppressed, flared up again.

Emperor Chengzu, how dare you!

The Zhu family only had one founding emperor, so who allowed you to call yourself an ancestor?

This matter isn't over until Zhu Di's backside is thoroughly bruised!

"Mao Xiang! Have you found Emperor Yongle yet? We remnants of the previous dynasty really want to see the might of this great emperor!"

Empress Ma was carrying a teapot in when she heard this and almost lost her composure, quickly turning her face away.

Fourth brother, if you want to be emperor, then be emperor. Why change your father's temple name?

Your father can tolerate anything, except losing face.

Aren't you just stabbing his lungs in the back?

Empress Ma didn't say much, poured the tea, and placed it next to Zhu Yuanzhang.

Before he could finish speaking, a Jinyiwei captain rushed over and knelt on one knee to reply.

"Your Majesty, Commander Mao has already led men to search for him, but His Highness the Prince of Yan is not at the Prince's residence."

"Ran away?" Zhu Yuanzhang sneered. "They ran pretty fast, huh? We'll chase them down, we'll drag them back to the ends of the earth!"

"I obey your decree!"

-

Inside the Zhenguan Hall of the Tang Dynasty, Li Shimin leaned back on the dragon throne, staring blankly at the sky.

They're so alike—the same rebellion, the same Emperor Taizong.

They all rose up in rebellion, all climbed to power by stepping on the blood of their relatives, and even their temple names were once Taizong.

It is precisely because their position was illegitimate, and because everyone is criticizing them behind their backs, that they must desperately try to prove themselves.

They governed the country to a flourishing state and defeated the barbarians until they bowed down in submission.

All I've done is to tell the whole world, my father, and my brothers: I'm better than you in this position!

It was the right decision to entrust this beautiful land to my hands!

Li Shimin raised his wine cup and offered a toast to the heavens from afar.

We are all fellow sufferers in this world; let us raise this cup to Emperor Taizong of the Ming Dynasty, who lived hundreds of years later.

-

Inside the hot pot restaurant, the rising steam blurred their faces.

Meng Cheng picked up a piece of duck intestine with his chopsticks, blew on it as he said, "Wow, look at Zhu Di! He's quite similar to Li Shimin; both of them rebelled to seize power and both became emperors."

"They really elevated the prestige of Emperor Taizong."

Lu Li rolled his eyes and corrected him seriously: "What do you mean Li Shimin usurped the throne? It was Li Yuan who usurped it."

"Huh? The Xuanwu Gate Incident isn't considered a usurpation?"

"Emperor Gong of Sui abdicated to Li Yuan, that was a usurpation. Li Shimin succeeded Li Yuan, which was a succession by right of succession."

Lu Li spoke more and more fluently, "At most, he just retired his father early, which is fundamentally different from usurping the throne."

Meng Cheng was stunned for a moment, then slammed his fist on the table and burst into laughter: "666! Old Lu, you really should be a diplomat. You can talk the dead back to life! Hahahaha!"

"Alas, it is all for you unfilial children that I have condescended to come here to study and spread advanced ideas."

Lu Li happily stuffed a slice of beef into his mouth.

Upon hearing this, Li Shimin nearly spat his mouthful of wine onto Fang Xuanling's face.

My father usurped the throne, so I'm the successor? What kind of twisted logic is that?

But if you think about it carefully... hey, there's actually some truth to it.

The emperor's abdication to Emperor Gong of Sui, Yang You, was indeed a standard procedure for usurping the throne.

I forced my father to abdicate, and I took our family's property, so I cannot be considered to have usurped the throne.

Li Shimin pondered the logic for a long time, and finally laughed at himself.

He never imagined that he could pin the blame for usurping the throne on his father.

As expected of an immortal, his words are so pleasant to hear, every sentence touches the heart.

……

Night was falling.

After eating and drinking their fill, Lu Li and Meng Cheng strolled back to their dormitory.

After washing up, Lu Li collapsed onto the bed and habitually reached for his phone.

The title of the new video popped up.

[A Look Back at One of the Greatest Inventions in Human History – Industrial Synthesis of Ammonia]

"Tsk, no problem, only penicillin can rival it."

Lu Li quite liked the title, and with a swipe of his finger, the video started playing immediately.

Beneath the sky, countless dynasties and generations simultaneously saw these words.

"The greatest invention?" Ying Zheng put down the bamboo slip in his hand, his brows furrowing slightly.

Tianmu has been talking about the steam engine for so long, isn't it amazing?

Muskets changed the landscape of warfare, and atomic bombs are even more devastating weapons capable of destroying nations, yet none dare claim to be the greatest.

Why should this industrial ammonia synthesis be based on?

Ying Zheng turned his head to look at Li Si standing below the steps: "Prime Minister, what invention do you consider to be the greatest?"

Upon hearing this, Li Si broke out in a fine sweat.

How could mortals possibly know about the things of immortals?

Li Si swallowed hard, his face showing shame: "This is something I, your humble servant, am truly ignorant of."

"Could it be the alchemical arts of immortals? Enabling all things to grow and prolong life?"

That makes sense.

Ying Zheng nodded slightly, but then felt something was amiss.

The sky has been there for so long, yet I have never seen any so-called immortals, nor have I seen any elixirs or miraculous medicines.

But since we've mentioned it, let's see what exactly it is that deserves to be called the greatest.

"The greatest invention?"

Upon seeing the title, Emperor Shenzong of Song, Zhao Xu, breathed heavily and his eyes lit up.

This comment deeply touched his heart.

Although the Song Dynasty was militarily weak and was bullied by the Liao and Western Xia dynasties for many years, it was unparalleled in the world in terms of crafts and skills!

The compass had long been improved into a true compass; Bi Sheng invented movable type printing, allowing articles to circulate freely throughout the land; and gunpowder, though not as powerful as the sky, was still quite effective.

Can these three things together make the list?

"Jiefu, what do you think of the various crafts and skills of our Great Song Dynasty compared to the synthesis of ammonia?"

"this……"

Upon hearing this question, Wang Anshi found himself in the same predicament as Zhao Gao.

It seems that no matter how you answer, it will be difficult to satisfy the emperor.

He paused for a moment, then gave an ambiguous answer: "I think it would be better to wait and see what mysteries this thing from later generations holds."

"Very well." Zhao Xu sat back on the dragon throne, his eyes full of anticipation.

Emperor Kangxi's reaction was slightly different; he focused on industry.

Industry, and more industry.

These two words have been appearing far too frequently lately.

Industrial Revolution, industrialization, industrial ammonia synthesis...

Kangxi leaned back in his chair and rubbed his temples.

Since the appearance of the celestial canopy, he personally wrote seven letters to Louis XIV.

Ask about the steam engine, the Industrial Revolution, and the manufacturing techniques of Western countries.

I did receive three replies, but unfortunately they were of no use whatsoever, except for boasting about the luxury of Versailles Palace.

"Western barbarians are a bunch of useless trash."

Kangxi muttered a curse under his breath and threw the wolf-hair brush into the brush washer.

He had realized that this industrially synthesized ammonia was definitely a product of the Industrial Revolution.

The Qing Dynasty didn't even have the beginnings of industry, let alone manufacture this kind of thing.

"Li Guangdi, tell all those Grand Secretaries of the Hanlin Academy to keep their eyes wide open and stare at the sky for me."

"Not a single word, not even a punctuation mark, can be missed; write it all down for me."

Emperor Kangxi gritted his teeth and said, "Even if we can't make it now, I will leave the formula to my descendants."

He didn't believe that the Qing Dynasty, with its vast territory and abundant resources, could possibly be unable to grasp the intricacies of industry!