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

Guan Yu was completely flustered; his blood boiled, and his ruddy face turned a purplish-red.

His eyebrows were raised in anger, his phoenix eyes were wide open, and the veins on the back of his hands bulged out.

Guan Yu was now stuck in a rut, unable to sit or stand still.

What's worse, everyone in the tent was looking at him, seemingly searching for the dagger.

Liu Bei's eye twitched twice, wanting to say something to smooth things over, but he realized that the situation was beyond repair.

Zhang Fei stared at Guan Yu's waist for a long time with his mouth agape.

"Second brother, you really have a knife?"

Guan Yu's eyelids twitched violently, and he gritted his teeth: "Third brother!"

"I'm just asking, is that not allowed...?"

"I just remembered I have military duties to attend to, so I'll take my leave now!"

Unable to bear the stares of the crowd any longer, Guan Yu turned and strode out of the tent.

Liu Bei and Zhang Fei called out immediately, but Guan Yu didn't turn his head and his figure quickly disappeared into the night.

A long silence fell inside the tent, the atmosphere extremely awkward.

Zhuge Liang waved his feather fan and coughed twice. "My lord, this is unofficial history from later generations and should not be believed at all."

"We know General Guan's character very well, so how could he do such a despicable thing?"

Zhang Fei scratched his head, but still couldn't resist.

"But I've never seen that small knife when my second brother changes his armor. Could it be hidden well?"

Liu Bei felt dizzy and thought he should send his third brother out for a good drink, which would be better for everyone.

He just hoped that the curtain would turn the page quickly and stop tormenting these guys.

The screen flashed, and the new content continued to play on the sky.

Do you know why Zhu Yunwen, when dealing with Zhu Di, ordered that he not harm Zhu Di in the slightest when capturing him?

"Is there anything else concerning me?"

Zhu Yunwen was gloating when he suddenly saw his own name, and he was a little stunned.

Without hesitation, he said, "The Prince of Yan is my own uncle. If I were to order his death, what would the people think of me? Wouldn't I be seen as a tyrant who harms his own relatives?"

As soon as Zhu Yunwen finished speaking, Huang Zicheng immediately stood up and spoke in a loud voice:

"Your Majesty is wise and benevolent, truly a rare and virtuous ruler throughout history!"

"No, no..."

Zhu Yunwen waved his hand with a smile, but he had his own little scheme in mind.

The decree states that people must not be harmed, but that doesn't mean others have to obey!

On the battlefield, swords and spears have no eyes, and the situation changes in an instant.

If the soldiers accidentally kill Zhu Di, it won't be the emperor's fault.

It eliminated a major worry and preserved the reputation of benevolence and filial piety, which was a win-win situation.

Just as Zhu Yunwen was feeling smug, the sky slowly revealed the answer.

[Because Zhu Yunwen feared that if he captured Zhu Di, and according to the law, Zhu Di's entire family would be executed, wouldn't that also mean the execution of the late emperor and himself? Therefore, he ordered that Zhu Di not be harmed.]

"puff!"

Zhu Di spat out a mouthful of tea, and was so angry that he laughed on the spot.

He was about to vehemently denounce the nonsense of later generations, but upon closer examination, it seemed to make some sense.

He personally covered the rear several times in those years. The Southern army was clearly numerous and powerful, but they were hesitant and timid when they charged forward.

Zhu Di used to think it was because of his great fame.

Looking back now, it turns out it was all thanks to Zhu Yunwen's imperial decree.

"No wonder."

Zhu Di patted the table, becoming happier the more he thought about it. "That kid is afraid that I will be executed along with my entire family, so he's including himself in the count."

Zhu Gaochi lowered his head to wipe his clothes, unable to suppress a smile on his fat face.

"Father, this idea may be absurd, but it saves trouble."

"If historians ask why the Jingnan Rebellion was successful, I will answer with one sentence: Emperor Jianwen was afraid of being implicated in the rebellion."

Zhu Di glared at his eldest son and shook his head helplessly.

"Your cousin is just that stupid."

"He commanded hundreds of thousands of troops, yet his father beat him to this state. Who else in the world could do that but him?"

"But it's all thanks to his stupidity that your father is still alive today."

The Bagua Fire in the sky burned fiercely, and then released an even more explosive message.

Why did Sima Zhao want to preserve his experience of murdering the emperor in the street?

Did Sima Zhao murder the emperor in the street?

The moment this title was published, the air in the Wei court instantly turned cold.

Cao Rui narrowed his eyes slightly and swept his gaze across the audience: "Sima Zhongda, if I remember correctly, your second son is named Sima Zhao?"

Sima Yi felt a chill run down his spine, but remained calm on the surface, bowing his head as he replied:

"Your Majesty, my son is indeed named that."

"But he is respectful by nature and would never do such a rebellious thing. It must be some person with the same name in later generations who has tarnished my son's name."

Cao Rui nodded noncommittally.

That makes sense, but is it really that much of a coincidence?

Cao Rui couldn't act rashly due to his status, but Cao Zhen didn't have as many concerns.

He gave his trusted aide a wink, and the attendant immediately understood, crouching down to fetch paper and pen.

Not a single word of these things can be missed today!

Once compiled into a book, it will be presented to the Emperor. Let's see how Sima Yi will put on an act then.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, some tense and some expectant, the celestial screen slowly unfolded.

As we all know, the reason why people keep their dark history in history books is mostly to cover up bigger things.

Actually, I was there that day and witnessed it all firsthand.

Everyone's spirits lifted.

Were you there? How could someone from later generations be there?

But this is unofficial history, so who cares if it's reasonable or not? Let's hear the story first.

On that day, Cao Mao led his guards out of the palace, intending to fight Sima Zhao to the death.

Unexpectedly, he was betrayed by two treacherous men and was eventually captured by Cheng Ji and his men.

Jia Chongchong shouted to Cheng Ji: "Sima Gong has supported you for a thousand days, and now you're using you!"

Cheng Ji immediately understood and prepared to ruin Cao Mao's reputation by committing a sexual act against Cao Mao in the street.

Upon hearing this, Sima Zhao rushed over, only to find the broken Cao Mao.

Enraged at failing to seize Cao Mao's evil possession, Sima Zhao exterminated Cheng Ji's entire clan.

After the narrator finished speaking, the image froze on a line of small text—

"The above content is purely fictional; any resemblance to actual events is purely coincidental."

Quiet.

A deathly silence.

Cao Rui, Cao Zhen, and Sima Yi were all gaping, their minds completely blank.

This isn't just a matter of whether it's wild or not; it's wild to the extreme, both wild and historical!

"Pfft—hahahahahaha!"

Cao Zhen was the first to break down, laughing so hard he was shaking and almost fell to the ground.

The attendant's pen hung in mid-air, his face blank.

To record or not to record?

If this were recorded, the historian would probably laugh himself to death.

Cao Zhen finally caught his breath, pointed at Sima Yi whose face was ashen, and laughed so hard that his facial muscles twitched uncontrollably.

"Your son's experiences have certainly been quite eventful."

Cao Zhen spoke the words "ups and downs" with extra force, suppressing a laugh with each word.

Cao Rui's face turned bright red, his expression shifting back and forth between anger and suppressed laughter.

Cao Mao, judging from his name, was the emperor of his Cao family. To have such a sordid act performed on him in public was an utter disgrace.

But this unofficial history is so absurd that it borders on the ridiculous.

Cao Rui finally couldn't hold back and laughed out loud: "Sima Zhongda, does your son really not have any special fetishes?"

As soon as the words were spoken, the shoulders of all the civil and military officials shrugged, clearly trying hard to suppress their laughter.

Cao Rui was even more embarrassed and quickly changed his tune: "What I meant was... how about sending your son to develop his career in Xiliang in the future?"

"The people there are simple and honest, and the land is vast and sparsely populated, which may be more suitable for him to let loose."

The moment the words left his mouth, Sima Yi felt dizzy.

This isn't about letting Sima Zhao develop the country; it's about kicking him out and never letting him come back!

Sima Yi was utterly bewildered, realizing he had no room to refuse.

If he objects, wouldn't that confirm his guilty conscience?

Sima Yi kowtowed deeply, tears welling up in his eyes: "Your subject is willing to send my son to Xiliang to guard the border for the country, and will never set foot in Luoyang again for the rest of my life."

The screen was filled with comments, clearly shocked by this unofficial history.

(Dude, you're unbeatable! You've completely outmaneuvered the expert I invited.)

(I'm truly exhausted from watching this; you guys in the slightly trendy section win.)

(Although I was prepared, I still plan to go deaf in my own ears.)

(Deafness is a sign of an emperor.)

(Fine, if you're going to deafen me, I'll deafen you too.)