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

The screen went completely dark.

But the storm in the live stream had only just begun.

Liu Cixin's famous quote is like an extremely sharp scalpel, cutting open the deepest vigilance in everyone's heart.

Weakness and ignorance are not obstacles to survival; arrogance is!

This line of blood-red text was displayed rapidly on the black screen.

This is no longer just a simple popular science article about history.

This is a baptism of thought for all modern netizens.

The comments in the live stream quickly shifted from initial shock and sighs to a chilling sobering realization.

"Jun-ge is right! We now feel that our country is powerful, our aircraft carrier has been launched, and our Dongfeng missiles have a global range. We feel that no one dares to mess with us."

"That's arrogance! The real enemy won't confront you head-on on the battlefield!"

["The toxic textbook incident! Those so-called public intellectuals who are frantically stirring up trouble online! And those internal parasites who have been turned! It's all an invisible war!"]

"While wars involving guns and cannons may be far removed from our lives, the modification of culture, the tearing apart of public opinion, and the infiltration of capital have never ceased!"

"Don't think that the Ming Dynasty fell because of bandits and the Jurchens. The Ming Dynasty was first drained of its lifeblood by these interest groups from within before it collapsed!"

Words are like knives.

Every cut draws blood.

Millions of modern people, separated by screens and time, achieved a profound and poignant spiritual resonance with the lonely and helpless sixteen-year-old emperor of that time.

The shockwaves triggered by this resonance swept across the parallel worlds throughout history with overwhelming force.

In a parallel universe, the Qin Dynasty, Xianyang Palace.

The dark black dragon flag fluttered in the wind.

The hall was so quiet that the dripping of water from the bronze water clock could be heard.

Ying Zheng sat high on the imperial throne.

He didn't look at the trembling officials below, but simply tapped the hardwood table in front of him lightly with his fingers.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

Each strike made the atmosphere in the hall more oppressive.

"arrogant……"

Ying Zheng murmured these two words, a complex light flashing in his eyes that seemed capable of swallowing the heavens and earth.

Just a few days ago, in the sky, this descendant Zhu Dijun ruthlessly exposed the ultimate wound of the Qin Empire.

Building upon the legacy of six generations, the Qin Dynasty unified the world.

Only four years after his death.

It collapsed with a roar!

Ying Zheng clenched his fist tightly, his knuckles turning a frighteningly pale.

I have standardized weights and measures, made cart axles the same, and standardized the written language.

I believe that all the people under heaven will be grateful for the kindness of Great Qin. I believe that the iron cavalry of Great Qin is enough to suppress all dissent in the world.

But isn't this also a form of extreme arrogance?!

They arrogantly ignored the flames of revenge that the former nobles of the six kingdoms were secretly brewing.

They arrogantly believed that they could turn all people into obedient subjects for generations to come by using harsh laws and punishments!

Ying Zheng suddenly stood up.

A sharp gust of wind swept up the black dragon robe.

He looked down at the princes standing below the jade steps.

Fusu looked worried and remained silent with his head down.

The other princes didn't even dare to breathe loudly.

"Did you hear that?"

Ying Zheng's voice was like muffled thunder, booming across the dome of the palace.

"You must engrave every single word your descendants say onto your bones!"

He pointed to the afterimage of the sky in mid-air.

"Unite the majority, overthrow the minority! Rely on workers and peasants, strive for the middle, and defeat the die-hards!"

"My Great Qin Dynasty has turned everyone into enemies! It has pushed the remnants of the six states and all the people of the land to the opposite side!"

"No matter who among you sits on my throne in the future, if they dare to repeat this arrogant and foolish mistake..."

Ying Zheng suddenly drew the Tianwen Sword from his waist and cleaved off a corner of the desk with a single stroke.

"Even if I'm in the underworld, I'll crawl out and skin you alive!"

The princes were so frightened that they all knelt down on the ground, trembling like leaves.

Ying Zheng sheathed his sword.

His gaze fell once more on the darkened sky, and a fiercely burning flame ignited deep within his eyes.

"This descendant of Judy Jun is truly a genius for all ages."

Ying Zheng's lips curled into an extremely majestic smile.

"I remember he mentioned it in the celestial canopy before. He laid a foundation comparable to that of a founding emperor in that so-called 'AI simulation' in later generations."

He was even referred to as the "Ming Zhongzu" by an "AI simulation".

Ying Zheng stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes full of inquiry.

"I have suddenly become extremely interested in his simulated past."

"A person who can master the art of imperial strategy and the art of winning over the world with such skill is not simply someone who has passed the imperial examinations in the six subjects. How exactly did he manage to conquer the entire country in that game?"

At the same time.

Chang Le Palace, during the Western Han Dynasty.

The bells of Weiyang Palace echoed in the autumn wind.

Empress Lü sat upright on her phoenix couch, toying with a piece of mutton-fat jade in her hand.

In the center of the hall.

The Emperor Hui of Han, Liu Ying, stood there trembling.

The words Zhu Dijun had just said about Empress Lü on the screen were still ringing in his ears.

"Hands stained with blood...using an iron fist to maintain the unity of the Han Dynasty..."

Liu Ying glanced at her mother and immediately lowered her head in fright.

He could not forget the horrific death of King Ruyi of Zhao, nor could he forget Lady Qi, who was turned into a human pig.

He felt that his mother was too cruel, so cruel that she was inhuman.

"Scared?"

Empress Lü glanced coldly at her good-for-nothing eldest son.

"Mother... Your son... Your son did not."

Liu Ying stammered her reply, her forehead covered in cold sweat.

Snapped!

Empress Lü slammed the jade pendant heavily onto the table.

"Stop wearing that pitiful, benevolent face!"

Empress Lü Zhi suddenly stood up and walked step by step to Liu Ying, her eyes sharp as a dagger.

"You think this great Han dynasty was won by your rogue father through benevolence and morality?!"

"Do you think those warlords like Han Xin and Peng Yue would talk to you about benevolence, righteousness, and filial piety?!"

She grabbed Liu Ying by the collar and forcibly pulled him in front of her.

"The descendant of Judy Jun, who appeared on the celestial screen, explained it perfectly!"

"Political struggle is not a dinner party! It's confrontation, it's strangulation! It's about minimizing the number of enemies and sharpening your own sword to its brightest point!"

Empress Lü pushed Liu Ying away forcefully.

Liu Ying staggered back two steps and fell to the ground with a thud.

"Ying'er".

Empress Lü looked down at him, her tone revealing the tenderness she once possessed as an ordinary mother.

"You can't learn your father's shamelessness, nor can you learn your mother's ruthlessness."

"But now, God has sent you the best teacher!"

Lü Zhi pointed to the empty sky.

"From today onwards, keep a close watch on this celestial canopy every single day!"

"Every word he—Judy Jun—spoke, every rule he taught!"

"If you can't learn it, sooner or later those founding heroes will devour your Han dynasty, leaving not even bones behind!"

The river of time continues to flow.

During the Zhenguan era of the Tang Dynasty.

Outside Chang'an City, there is a ten-mile-long pavilion.

The autumn wind swept up a sky full of yellow leaves, carrying a biting chill.

A very simple horse-drawn carriage was parked by the ancient road.

There was no royal procession, no officials to see them off.

Only a few stern-faced Imperial Guards, mounted on horseback, gripped their sword hilts and coldly surveyed their surroundings.

Inside the train carriage.

The deposed crown prince, Li Chengqian, leaned against the cold carriage wall, looking down at his crippled leg.

A smile, neither entirely bitter nor entirely relieved, played on the corners of his mouth.

The rebellion failed.

He was deposed from his position as crown prince.

He was about to be exiled to that miasma-ridden land of Qianzhou.

In the past few days, Li Chengqian's heart has been filled with resentment, unwillingness, and despair.

He hated his father's favoritism, hated Li Tai's malice, and hated Changsun Wuji's indifferent indifference.

However, after watching Zhu Dijun's live broadcast in the Imperial Clan Court's death row cell today...

Suddenly, I felt relieved about everything.

"Weakness and ignorance are not obstacles; arrogance is..."

Li Chengqian softly recited the sentence, tilted his head back, and closed his eyes.

Yes.

How arrogant I am!

He thought that by virtue of his status as the eldest son of the legitimate wife and by winning over generals like Hou Junji, he could force the emperor to abdicate and revolt, and force the powerful General Tian Ce to step down.

Sixteen-year-old Zhu Houzhao's aggressive expansion on all fronts was arrogant.

And wasn't he himself extremely arrogant? He didn't even understand who was in charge in Chang'an, yet he dared to raise the banner of rebellion.

The loss was not unjust.

Li Chengqian opened his eyes and his gaze fell on the scenery outside the car window.

There stood his young sons, Li Xiang and Li Jue.

The two children shivered from the cold, staring at the unfamiliar world with terrified eyes.

Li Chengqian's heart suddenly clenched with pain.

Power and the throne.

He didn't even want to argue anymore.

They didn't dare to argue anymore.

"Tianmu is right, if you lose, you have to accept the punishment. Even if it's exile, at least... I'm still alive."

Li Chengqian leaned out and waved to the two children.

"Xiang'er, Jue'er, come up. Let's go to Lingnan, father and son."

"From now on, I will teach you well. I don't ask you to rule the world, I only ask that you grow up safely and not follow in my footsteps."

The coachman raised his whip, cracking it sharply in mid-air.

"drive!"

The wheels rolled on, crushing the withered yellow leaves.

The crown prince of the Tang Dynasty thus embarked on a path of exile from which there was no return.

however.

The carriage had just traveled less than a hundred paces.

A sudden burst of extremely rapid hoofbeats came galloping from the direction of Chang'an!

The horses' hooves pounded on the bluestone slabs like a sudden rainstorm!

"Report—!"

"Driver ahead! Stop immediately!"

The Imperial Guards drew their swords with a clang, as if facing a formidable enemy.

Li Chengqian suddenly lifted the carriage curtain and squinted at the person who had entered.

I only glanced at it.

His pupils instantly contracted to the size of pinpoints!

On that fast horse, an old eunuch lay sprawled, his head covered in sweat and his clothes soaked through.

That was Li Shimin's personal attendant, the chief eunuch of the Taiji Palace—Wang De!

Wang De practically tumbled off his horse.

He didn't bother wiping the mud off his face and scrambled to the carriage.

With a thud.

This powerful eunuch, whom even high-ranking officials of the court had to show some respect for, knelt down on both knees in the muddy ruts.

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty!"

Wang De was panting heavily, his voice hoarse and distorted.

Li Chengqian sat at the front of the car, watching him coldly.

"Eunuch Wang, I am already a cripple. I cannot accept being addressed as Your Highness. But what severe punishment decrees has Father not yet issued?"

"No! That's not it!"

Wang De suddenly raised his head, his eyes filled with an extremely strong sense of shock and disbelief.

He swallowed hard, his voice trembling violently in the autumn wind.

"His Majesty has decreed..."

"The order to exile the deposed crown prince is temporarily suspended!"

Wang De took a deep breath, raised his voice, and shouted out the words that sent chills down everyone's spine.

"His Majesty's oral decree!"

"Summon Li Chengqian to immediately return to the Taiji Palace and enter the Liangyi Hall—[to meet the Emperor]!"

Every time and spacetime has been changed in different ways because of that sentence in the sky.