Sky Curtain: The opening scene explains the four major cases of the Ming Dynasty plus the early Ming

Inside a heavily guarded courtyard house at the foot of the Western Hills in the capital city.

This is no ordinary residence, but a "sacred place" in the hearts of some.

The huanghuali armchair has a plaque with the words "Divine Might" hanging on the wall, signed by Emperor Qianlong.

A group of people dressed in the guise of the wealthy and noble, yet with a gloomy air about them, were staring intently at the huge projection screen on the wall.

On the screen, there was a picture of Zhu Dijun receiving the book "Archaeological Notes".

"The second generation of the Qingju sect..."

A middle-aged man, dressed in a custom-made suit and wearing gold-rimmed glasses, with a refined demeanor, squeezed out these five words through clenched teeth.

His hand was gripping a gilded teacup tightly, his knuckles white from the excessive force.

His name was Chang Dawei, and his Manchu surname was "Changjia". He was from the Plain White Banner.

"This is outrageous! This is outrageous!"

Beside him, a burly, fierce-looking bald man with a thick gold chain around his neck slammed his hand on the table, making the teacups jump around.

His name is Wu Jieke, a name that sounds incredibly sophisticated, but he is a genuine descendant of the Aisin Gioro clan, whose bloodline is said to trace back to Dorgon.

"A son of the Qingjue Sect, a descendant with a mango face, what are they! How dare they touch the dragon vein of my Manqing!" Wu Jieke's eyes were bloodshot, like a raging beast.

"Jack, calm down."

Chang Dawei pushed up his glasses, and a cold, venomous glint flashed behind the lenses.

"Isn't he trying to become a 'second-generation member of the Kiyotaka sect'?"

"Didn't he want to do archaeology?"

"OK."

A cruel smile crept onto Chang Dawei's lips.

"Then let's go."

"Ten days ago, a single bullet failed to make him realize the consequences."

"This time, let him and his archaeological team remain in Xiling forever!"

Just as they were plotting, an urgent news notification popped up on everyone's phones.

[A joint announcement from multiple official bodies: In response to public concerns, to clarify historical mysteries, and to verify the authenticity of the widely circulated "Hong-Qing" theory, after rigorous evaluation by numerous experts, it has been decided to conduct a rescue and protective archaeological excavation of the Mu Mausoleum in the Western Qing Tombs, the tomb of Emperor Daoguang.]

The announcement was worded officially and rigorously.

However, the accompanying "expert interpretation" is full of blatant provocation!

Why choose Emperor Xuanzong of Qing? Experts say: Emperor Kangxi's remains were discovered in a ditch in 1928, limiting their value for historical research. Emperor Xuanzong, as a pivotal figure in the humiliating history of modern China, has a lineage of great significance for the study of late Qing history. This archaeological excavation aims to use modern technology to sequence the DNA of his remains, responding to the historical question of whether Emperor Daoguang was of Tungusic or Han Chinese descent with a scientific and rigorous approach, and restoring the truth to history!

boom!

This interpretation was like a bombshell, exploding in the hearts of all those suffering from mite infestation!

Screw your "rescue excavation"!

Screw your "bloodline verification"!

This is clearly an official document that has the words "dig up your ancestral graves" printed out!

This is hardly archaeology.

This is attacking someone's spirit!

This is like pointing your finger at them and cursing them in front of the whole world: "Whether your ancestors were wild boar skin or not, we'll have to dig them up to find out!"

"Aaaaaahh ...

Wu Jieke could no longer control himself. He grabbed the purple clay teapot on the table, smashed it on the ground, and let out a hysterical roar!

"Judy Jun!!"

"An insult! This is an insult!" Chang Dawei stood up abruptly, his face ashen, his voice trembling. "They're waging war against all the descendants of the Mite Remnant!"

"Gather manpower!"

"To all our clansmen in Beijing, to all warriors loyal to the Qing Dynasty!"

"Tell them that the Han Chinese, armed with Luoyang shovels, have come to their doorstep!"

"This time"

Chang Dawei ripped off his tie, his eyes flashing with a crazed light.

"It's to prevent the truth from being discovered!"

"For the last vestige of dignity for Mite Clear!"

"Let's fight to the death!"

……

Above the heavens, across countless worlds and timelines, everyone was stunned by this bizarre move by people from later generations.

The Ming Dynasty, Hongwu Hall.

Zhu Yuanzhang looked at the announcement, was stunned for a moment, and then burst into a wild, earth-shattering laugh!

"Hahaha! Great! What a 'rescue excavation'! What a 'pedigree verification'!"

"Our great-grandson is not only ruthless, but also ruthless at heart! We love him!"

Zhu Di was also dumbfounded, then clapped his hands and laughed: "Father, this move is too cunning! This is using the sword of the state to settle personal scores! Brilliant! Absolutely brilliant!"

He pointed at the furious mites in the sky, his face full of disdain.

"Give me back my last shred of dignity? You have lost all your dignity in the evil deeds you have committed, both internally and externally."

The Qing Dynasty era.

From Kangxi to Qianlong, and then to Daoguang, whose existence has just been unearthed, the ghosts of all the emperors are turning green with rage.

Daoguang, in particular, pointed at the sky, his whole body trembling.

"I...I am Aisin Gioro! A descendant of the founding emperor! They...they dare to question my bloodline! And they even want to open my coffin!"

"They've rebelled! They've all rebelled!"

However, their anger seemed so pale and powerless in the face of the overwhelming cheers from their descendants.

"Officially certified! Ordered archaeological excavation! Guys, is there anything more awesome than this?!"

["Jun-ge is awesome (voice cracks)! The reason he came up with is simply an art! I would call it 'The Art of Archaeology'!"]

[“Mite Relics: We strongly protest! This is an insult to our wild boar ancestors! Jun Ge: Sorry, this is a national undertaking. Please cooperate with the archaeological work.”]

[Hahaha! Upstairs, are you trying to make me laugh to death? You're so cruel, you even kill people with a heart!]

Under the cover of night in the capital, an unprecedented storm is brewing.

On one side are "archaeological teams" operating under the guise of official archaeology and wielding Luoyang shovels.

On the other side are the "Eight Banner Warriors," sharpening their knives in a fight for the "dignity of the wild boar."

Everyone knew that when the archaeological team first shoveled soil to excavate the Daoguang Emperor's tomb, a modern version of the "Ming-Qing War" was about to unfold on the imperial mausoleum, more than 300 years later!