I Have 100,000 Dead Warriors

As soon as he finished speaking, colorful bubbles appeared in Zhao Zhen's eyes.

Every bubble is a piece of history of the Northern Song Dynasty.

Before Zhao Zhen could react, all the bubbles burst.

The history after him slowly emerged in his mind like a movie film.

Especially the Jingkang Incident, with all its inhumane scenes.

Emperors Huizong and Qinzong were captured and died in humiliation. After their deaths, their bodies were refined into corpse oil.

The queen, concubines, princesses, and county ladies were brutally raped, reduced to military prostitutes, and even sold through public bidding. In the end, they died miserably in endless torture.

Before this, no dynasty had ever suffered such a great humiliation.

Even those as noble as the emperor and empress are like this.

Not to mention the ministers and the people, each one was more miserable than the other.

The new ghosts are troubled and the old ghosts are crying, the sky is cloudy and rainy, and the ghosts are chirping. It is so miserable.

Zhao Zhen watched helplessly, but could do nothing.

His heart was filled with sorrow and despair to the extreme.

Is the Great Song Dynasty going to perish in such humiliation?

“We are both dynasties, but why were the Han and Tang dynasties so glorious, while the Song dynasty is so plagued by disasters, misery and desolation?”

Zhao Zhen sighed bitterly.

As expected, there is no dynasty in this world that will last forever.

Even the powerful Han and Tang dynasties could not escape the fate of decline after reaching their peak, let alone the Song Dynasty, which was congenitally flawed from the very beginning of its establishment.

Alas, time also dictates fate.

Once the building collapsed, the birds fled to the forest after eating all the food, leaving the earth clean and white.

That's all, that's all!

This is my fate, what can I do?

Just as Zhao Zhen was grieving the demise of the Northern Song Dynasty, the familiar voice rang out again.

"The Song Dynasty had the opportunity to become a super dynasty that surpassed the Han and Tang dynasties. Unfortunately, you did something stupid, which led to the collapse of the prosperous era and the destruction of the country's destiny."

"what?"

Zhao Zhen was really shocked.

His voice was trembling to the extreme: "Is it me who ruined the future of the Song Dynasty?"

The man said, "Yes, you are a good emperor, but not a good father. It is because of your selfishness that countless tragedies have occurred. While you ruined her life, you also destroyed the only hope of the Song Dynasty to create a prosperous era."

"Not a good father?"

Zhao Zhen savored this sentence carefully: "Is this person who is crucial to the fate of the Song Dynasty my child?"

The man replied: "Yes! I won't hide it from you. This person is your daughter, Zhao Huirou."

"Hui Rou? How could it be her?"

Zhao Zhen's heart was filled with turmoil and it took him a long time to come back to his senses.

Huirou was his first daughter, so he loved her like the apple of his eye.

But no matter how much she is loved, a princess is still a princess and cannot be compared with a prince.

Zhao Zhen's expectations for her were that she grow up safely, get married smoothly, take care of her husband and children, and live a stable life. That was all.

No one would have thought that Huirou would become the variable that affected the destiny of the Song Dynasty.

Zhao Zhen asked in confusion: "What great things can Huirou, a girl, accomplish? Why did it have to be her?"

The man said, "I won't say any more nonsense, just read it for yourself."

As he spoke, a rainbow-shaped light wave flooded into Zhao Zhen's mind.

The next second, his soul appeared in a dilapidated house.

I saw a haggard, pale woman lying on the bed, covered with a black, rotten old quilt, coughing constantly.

Zhao Zhen looked at her face carefully and found it was extremely similar to Huirou, who had just turned nine years old.

Without thinking, he knew that this woman was Huirou when she grew up.