Zhili·Imperial Capital

As the military killing formation was lifted, the heart of the empire, which had been sealed for more than a month, was once again exposed to the world's sight.

However, the news that came out subsequently caused an uproar across the world.

"Did [Zhen Guo Gong] kill all the officials in the imperial court?"

"Thousands of people were killed, nearly a hundred thousand were beheaded, and over a million people were implicated?"

"Impossible, the new emperor is not crazy, how could he allow [Zhen Guo Gong] to destroy the Great Wall?!"

"What? Is it for payment? Those who couldn't pay were all tortured to death?"

"The [Shenwu Army] plundered the people, and the imperial capital was in ruins?!"

"The sky has no eyes! How could such a tyrant be allowed to steal the artifact?!"

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The spread of public opinion was distorted and interfered by some mysterious force, and it quickly changed.

Originally, we were looking forward to the central court standing up to reorganize the country, but after hearing such a bloody and brutal massacre, many people were completely disappointed in the new emperor, and even began to believe the rumors that the tyrant had killed his father and usurped the throne.

To be able to carry out such a heart-rending massacre, the new emperor must be a cold-blooded and ruthless poisonous woman. Those gentle, courteous and thrifty people before were all just an act!

Compared with the anger and disappointment of ordinary people, the ruling class, who know more real information, feel fear from the bottom of their hearts.

[Zhen Guo Gong]...The Queen...really doesn't give them a chance to survive!

Not only do we want their land and their money, but they also want their lives!

There is nothing to hesitate about, it’s the opposite!

For a time, all the forces that were still hesitating and waiting gave up their illusions, completely broke with the central government, and even openly raised their flags of rebellion!

When he heard rumors about himself in the imperial capital, Zhao Yinshun was suddenly shocked.

"I sat up in shock when I was dying, and the king of Chuang was actually me!"

"What is King Chuang? Do you want the title of King?"

After a moment of shock, the excitement in Zhao Yinshun's heart gradually calmed down, and he turned over with his head on his senior sister's plump and soft thighs.

"No, not interested."

After giving his junior brother a strange look, Li Min smoothed a bunch of messy hair on his head and turned his attention back to government affairs.

"Have you read the secret report from Shen Li?"

"Looked at it."

"Fusang supports the puppet emperor to ascend the throne. This is to completely sever the ownership relationship between Shen Li and Damin, and to completely annex them..."

Listening to the senior sister's faint sigh, Zhao Yinshun nodded helplessly.

Theoretically, as long as the Central Court of Damin does not sign the terms of defeat, the war will not end, and Fusang will not be able to reap the national destiny and symbolism.

But supporting a puppet to proclaim himself emperor means actually breaking off the tributary relationship, which can provide massive feedback to Fuso's "Emperor".

At the same time, it can also severely damage the destiny of the Central Empire...

Of course, for Damin, whose homeland is now falling apart, this operation can only be said to be not very harmful, but extremely insulting!

The real purpose of Fuso is actually to facilitate annexation...

You must know that although Shenli is now occupied by the entire territory, the [national grid] is not "dead" on a conceptual and symbolic level.

Even if the suzerain country gives full support, it is not impossible to survive for hundreds of years.

In this process, if the emperor of Fuso wants to spread the [border] to the mainland of Shenli, it will be extremely difficult to refine every inch of land.

However, if there is a Japanese government that cooperates with the invaders' refining and annexation, the effect will be different.

Maybe within a few years, Emperor Fuso's imperial domain will be able to completely cover the entire Shenli and annex it completely!

This puppet government can not only cut off Damin's possible interference from a conceptual level and cooperate with Fusang's erosion, but it can also suppress resistance forces internally. It can simply kill two birds with one stone!

Thinking of this, Zhao Yinshun began to worry about Cui Enxian who stayed in Shenli to organize the guerrillas.

I heard that they made the Fusang people miserable and they did everything possible to suppress them, even adopting the Three-Guang policy.

And when the puppet emperor ascends the throne, the living environment of the guerrillas behind enemy lines will deteriorate extremely, and they may be uprooted at any time!

"Alas... the backup plan left behind by Shen Li can only be temporarily withdrawn to the country. Senior sister, how are you going to deal with it?"

Hearing this, Li Min asked meaningfully.

"I heard that one of your subordinates has great prestige among the people of Shenli, and he also has royal blood?"

In an instant, Zhao Yinshun understood the senior sister's plan and rubbed his chin thoughtfully.

"It's okay, but...senior sister, with your current strength, can you fight against Emperor Fuso from a distance?"

"You don't need to win, you just need to slow down her digestion speed. Otherwise, when she integrates Shen Li and frees up her hands, I'm afraid it will pose a threat to our conquest to regain the country."

They don't even need to actually send troops. As long as Fusang and Dajin join forces and station an army of millions on the northern border, the feeling of thorns in the back will be enough to cause a headache. At least several million Damin troops will be involved.

Beware of them!

After sorting out his thoughts, Zhao Yinshun couldn't help but nodded slightly.

In the short term, I will definitely focus my energy on the country. I will not consider overseas conquest until at least a few states in the Central Plains are recovered. It is indeed a clever move to hold them back at the conceptual level. The only problem is the pressure on my senior sister.

Too big.

Internally, we must suppress rebellions and gain independence, reconcile Yin and Yang and the Five Elements, and sort out the earth, water, fire, and wind. Externally, we must fight with Fusang and the emperor of the Jin Kingdom from afar!

It would be fine if she inherited the complete [Emperor] Sainthood in its heyday, but what she inherited was just a disintegrated mess.

The thief broke the soil and became king, usurping and dividing the power of the [Emperor].

Even after ascending the throne, she is probably only a little stronger than an ordinary ninth-level emperor, and cannot be compared to the Master of Central Destiny at his peak.

Of course, as the country recovers bit by bit, her strength will gradually become stronger, and sooner or later she will be able to return to the ninth level peak.

Thinking of this, Zhao Yinshun couldn't help but secretly sigh in his heart at the power of the [Emperor].

He collapsed, and the shattered authority alone gave birth to more than a dozen "saints" who ascended the throne and proclaimed themselves emperors, and nearly a hundred eighth-level kings!

You know, the power of these people was divided and stolen from the [Emperor]’s person!

And even if she declines to the extreme, the main heir's senior sister is still a little stronger than the average ninth level!

Rounding off, one [Emperor] is equivalent to dozens of ordinary saints?

No wonder she is universally recognized as the Saint of Halloween.

Before some pervert started the [Capital Era], there was probably no one in the [Feudal Era] who could compete with her.

Unfortunately... times have changed...

[Emperor] has been decommissioned, and now it is no longer a competition at the national level, but a competition at the [civilization] level!

Heaving a sigh of relief, Zhao Yinshun gently rubbed his hands on his senior sister's soft thighs.

"Sister, the enthronement ceremony is ready."

He felt the delicate body on the pillow stiffen slightly, but soon relaxed again, and Zhao Yinshun heard Li Min's calm and steady murmur.

"I'm ready too."

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"In the ninety-seventh year of Da'an, Emperor Min Ai died. The emperor's eldest daughter Li Min came to the throne, changed the Yuan Dynasty to [China], and granted amnesty to the world..."

The delicate wolf hair slides slowly on the paper, and the deep and thick divinity penetrates the back of the paper, imprinting the words into the long river of time, turning it into a piece of "history".

The slender historian with white hair and loose posture carefully sketched out the words one by one. The few words seemed to be as heavy as Mount Tai, and a layer of fine sweat quickly appeared on his forehead.

Phew~

After an unknown amount of time, Situ Jing put down the pen in his hand and let out a long sigh of relief.

Even for an eighth-level sub-sage of the historian, recording a piece of [history] consumes all his energy.

Putting away the books that had been turned into [Taoist objects] on the table, Situ Jing carefully put them into a new row of bookshelves behind him, then turned to look out the window at the deep palace.

The Forbidden City, which has been there for hundreds of years, is now becoming more and more unfamiliar, just like the empire in these troubled times, I don't know whether it is good or bad...

Looking far away, Situ Jing secretly shook his head in his heart.

However, at this moment, a cold voice sounded in his ears.

"Mr. Situ, is it true that the late emperor's posthumous title cannot be changed?"

Suddenly looking back, a young man dressed in white clothes and snow-white clothes came gracefully. His unparalleled handsome face seemed to be that of an immortal who came out of poetry and painting. The sight of him was intoxicating.

After his breath stopped, Situ Jing bowed respectfully.

"I have met [Zhen Guo Gong]."

"Mr. Situ, there is no need to be polite."

Slender white fingers helped Situ Jing up. Looking at the young man who was close to Chi Chi, Situ Jing felt a mixture of emotions in his heart.
To be continued...