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

"I'll XXX you XX!"

Zhu Yuanzhang pointed at the sky and started cursing. If he hadn't known that his fourth son was rebelling, he would have been fooled into joining the rebellion!

However, after only a couple of curses, Zhu Yuanzhang suddenly realized something.

Was the third emperor Zhu Yunwen?

What kind of person is Zhu Yunwen? He's just an illegitimate son born to Lady Lü. What gives him the right to sit on the dragon throne?

unless……

Zhu Yuanzhang's breathing became rapid. Unless his eldest son didn't live to see the throne, even his eldest grandson, Xiong Ying, had died young!

So, as the grandfather, I, a white-haired man, have seen two black-haired people die?

Zhu Yuanzhang felt a tightness in his chest, making it hard to breathe, and his legs felt weak.

"Father, what's wrong? You don't look well."

Zhu Biao noticed that something was wrong with his father and called out softly.

Zhu Yuanzhang opened his mouth, but it felt like there was a piece of cotton stuck in his throat.

The eldest son is in his prime and looks quite robust; he doesn't look like someone who will die young at all.

But it seems that Tianmu has never lied to anyone; everything he said was true.

"Biao'er, how have you been feeling lately? Is anything bothering you?"

Zhu Biao was completely bewildered: "Your Majesty, I am doing very well. I even practiced swordsmanship with the guards a few days ago. I can eat and sleep well."

Zhu Yuanzhang stared at Zhu Biao's face and saw that he was indeed in excellent health and showed no signs of illness.

Why didn't they live a long life? Did they suffer from a plague along the way?

Zhu Yuanzhang couldn't understand it at all, so he could only give double the instructions: "Starting tomorrow, you shall see the imperial physician once every seven days."

"They also keep an eye on your diet and daily life, so you can stay up less late working on official documents and worry less about other things."

Zhu Biao frowned, feeling both amused and exasperated.

I know my body is perfectly fine, so why would I need to do this?

But seeing Zhu Yuanzhang's tired face, he swallowed back all the words he was about to say.

"Your subject obeys."

Zhu Yuanzhang breathed a sigh of relief and turned to look at the sky again.

A tiny figure dressed in Mongolian clothing and wearing a leather hat popped out.

[Kublai Khan: I concede, I concede. It's only 1300 million square kilometers, haha!]

"..."

Ying Zheng had just recovered from the shock of the Ming Dynasty when the number thirteen million almost made his jaw drop.

Thirteen million?

He rubbed his eyes and counted again; it was thirteen million.

The Qin Dynasty, after unifying the six kingdoms and the entire country, had a total population of only about three million.

What virtue or ability did the Xiongnu possess to have such a vast territory?

"Did the Xiongnu include all the uninhabited wastelands and grasslands in their count?"

Ying Zheng expressed strong skepticism, finding the number utterly appalling.

Is it true domination or just a land grab?

Faced with this outrageous number, Zhu Yuanzhang merely snorted coldly.

"It's just a century-old dynasty, what's there to be proud of? Those barbarians of the grasslands are only bullying us for a short time."

"No matter how vast the territory, it's all for nothing if it can't be defended."

The scene on the screen shifted again, and three more little figures walked up.

[Zhao Kuangyin: Are you kidding me? It's less than 300 million square kilometers!]

[Zhao Gou: Emperor Taizu, please calm down, you have calculated correctly.]

[Emperor Shengzong of Liao, Yelü Longxu: 450 million? Hey, I told you I'm the true Han Chinese!]

[Emperor Zhangzong of Jin, Wanyan Jing: Me too!]

The two little figures behind laughed arrogantly, squeezing the Song Dynasty figure into a corner.

Upon seeing this conversation, Ying Zheng was so angry he laughed.

"Is the Song Dynasty really inferior to the Liao and Jin Dynasties? Such a weak dynasty doesn't deserve the title; it would be more appropriate to call it a vassal state!"

Ying Zheng looked disgusted. As the legitimate ruler of the Central Plains, his territory was actually smaller than that of the neighboring foreign tribes.

It's one thing if future generations are disappointing, but to still bear the surname Zhao?

The State of Zhao was once one of the Seven Warring States, a powerful and fierce state that produced many valiant generals.

By the time of the Song Dynasty, they had even forgotten how to fight?

Meng Tian unfolded the silk cloth in front of him. "Your Majesty, as Tian Mu mentioned before, the prototype of the firearm appeared in this Song Dynasty."

"So what? He didn't unify the world!"

Ying Zheng's face was full of disdain. "No matter how good the weapon is, it is just a pile of scrap metal in the hands of a weak person."

Early Northern Song Dynasty.

Zhao Kuangyin looked at the numbers on the sky and felt completely distraught.

He remembered that when the Song Dynasty was founded and registered, its territory was about this size.

So all that effort from future generations has resulted in them giving away their territory?

Zhao Kuangyin grew angrier the more he thought about it, and he launched into a tirade against Zhao Dezhao.

"Look at the good children and grandchildren you've raised! I entrusted this vast land to you, and this is how you protect it?"

"Look at Zhu Di! Why don't you learn from him?"

Zhao Dezhao was completely bewildered, and felt extremely aggrieved.

How can you blame me for this?

He hasn't even gotten close to becoming the crown prince yet, so how did he get blamed for his incompetent descendants?

What does the future have to do with him?

[Zhao Kuangyin: I remember the Song Dynasty was divided into North and South, is this area...?]

Zhao Gou: Emperor Taizu of the Northern Song Dynasty

[Zhao Kuangyin: I asked if it's possible that the Southern Song Dynasty was larger?]

The miniature Zhao Gou on the sky fell silent.

Zhao Kuangyin was completely puzzled. What was going on?

Could it be that the Song Dynasty, like the Han Dynasty, had an Emperor Guangwu who restored the country midway through its existence?

Zhao Kuangyin's mind was a complete mess, and he could only try his best to comfort himself.

The Southern Song emperor and his ministers exchanged glances and tacitly put the matter out of their minds, pretending they hadn't seen it.

Zhu Yuanzhang sneered when he saw this.

"If we hadn't raised an army and driven the Mongols back to their homeland, who knows who would still be holding onto the Sixteen Prefectures of Yan and Yun!"

From the time Shi Jingtang ceded the Sixteen Prefectures of Yan and Yun to the founding of the Ming Dynasty, nearly five hundred years had passed.

Five hundred years have passed, how many of the people in the north still remember that they are Han Chinese?

If it's not going to work, it's not going to work. Any excuses you make are just empty words.

……

The screen flickered, and a chibi-style figure dressed in a black robe emerged, bearing the words "Ying Zheng" on his head.

Inside the Xianyang Palace, all the civil and military officials raised their heads, their backs ramrod straight.

The Emperor of Qin has made his appearance!

The Qin Dynasty swept across the six kingdoms and encompassed the four seas, so its territory in later generations could not possibly have been small, right?

Nine million square kilometers is nothing; wherever the Qin cavalry tramples, it becomes the king's land!

Ying Zheng sat upright on the throne, his gaze fixed on the sky, his breathing gradually becoming heavy.

He was also eager to see just how magnificent the everlasting empire he had created had expanded.

[Ying Zheng: 347 million square kilometers? That doesn't make sense. Why are they using data from my reign? What about my peak period?]

[Hu Hai: Father, you reached your peak right from the start, that's it, that's all.]

Ying Zheng stared at the number, his head buzzing.

"I don't understand what 'debuting at the peak' means?"

"Fusu, you..."

and many more.

Ying Zheng frowned, suddenly realizing that something was amiss.

How did Hu Hai and Fu Su answer him?

Based on the previous comparison of the sky, the person speaking must be the emperor.

In other words, it turned out that Hu Hai had actually ascended the throne.

impossible!

It's true that he favored Hu Hai, but favoritism aside, the world is the world, and Ying Zheng knew what was important.

He never had the slightest thought of handing the Qin Empire over to Huhai!

Ying Zheng stood up, his eyes flashing with cold light.

"Zhao Gao, as Hu Hai's teacher, tell me why Hu Hai was chosen to inherit the throne?"

Zhao Gao was sweating profusely, his forehead pressed tightly against the blue bricks, and he didn't even dare to lift his head.

How could he know what would happen in the future?

But amidst the fear, Zhao Gao felt a surge of joy.

If what Tianmu said is true, and Huhai becomes emperor, that would be truly good news.

Prince Hu Hai was illiterate and pleasure-seeking, so wasn't he completely at my mercy?

Zhao Gao was secretly pleased and tried to exonerate himself: "Your Majesty, please calm down. Prince Huhai is intelligent and perhaps he will make some progress in the future, which is why he has inherited the throne."

"Nonsense! Do you think I'm blind?!"

Enraged, Ying Zheng kicked Zhao Gao to the ground.

"Besides indulging in pleasure and flattery, what else could Hu Hai do?!"

Ying Zheng simply couldn't imagine how Hu Hai could possibly govern the country; he feared he wouldn't even be able to preserve the country's wealth.

We must think of a way; the foundation of the Qin Dynasty must not be ruined in the hands of a useless person!