After traveling through time, I became Han Zhang’s grandson?

As Zhang Shixian continued to speak, the entire tent fell into a state of absolute silence, where one could hear a pin drop.

None of them, whether they were the many imperial guards of the Song Dynasty or the four-man group from Western Xia, could have imagined that a robbery would lead to the massive Second Song-Xia War.

"Originally, I didn't want to fight Xixia so early, but Mr. Zhang Yuan didn't die in the palace coup that year. How can I bear it if you do this?"

Han Ming held the commander's chair with both hands, leaning forward, his eyes flashing with an unusual ferocity, staring at the pale Zhang Yuan, an extremely oppressive aura gradually spreading from his body.

"So, from the beginning, you came here just for me?!"

Although it was a doubt, in Zhang Yuan's heart, he had already determined that Han Ming's battle was to force him out.

"Hahaha, it seems Mr. Zhang is not that stupid."

Han Ming walked down from the handsome chair with his hands behind his back, the sarcasm on his face not concealed at all.

This feeling of looking down on the other person from a superior position made Han Ming feel a little happy.

When Zhang Yuan looked up at Han Ming's disdainful and sneering face, his eyes seemed to flash back to the days more than ten years ago when he went to Beijing to take the imperial examination, and the subsequent ridicule and sarcasm from the people around him after he failed.

They are just like Han Ming now, looking down on those who are not as good as them. Zhang Yuan will never forget the look of trash in his life.

"Han Ming—! Do you think you win just like that?!"

"No matter how you make amends, it won't save your grandfather from losing power and humiliating the country, and harming the soldiers of the Song Dynasty!!!"

Zhang Yuan's heart-wrenching roar echoed throughout the tent.

In an instant, the faces of everyone present changed. They felt the air in the entire tent suddenly condense, and the cold air rushing up from their spines was so biting that their bodies trembled unconsciously.

The smile on Han Ming's face gradually disappeared, and he looked down at the other person with an expressionless face, without saying a word.

No one dared to breathe, suppressing their fear and staring at Han Ming intently.

"quiet......"

Veteran general Yang Wenguang's expression changed several times. He reached out his hand to offer comfort, but was stopped by Duke of England Zhang Wenbi.

Yang Wenguang turned around and saw Zhang Wenbi with a bad face, and he knew that today's matter would be difficult to resolve peacefully.

Yong Zeng, who was standing aside, was so angry that his face turned red, and he clenched his hands tightly, as if he would beat the old man Zhang Yuan to death as long as Han Ming gave the order.

"Lord Han, although we are prisoners of war, according to the Qingli Peace Agreement, we can choose to exchange goods for people."

"Mr. Zhang is our distinguished guest, the Prime Minister of Great Xia. If you choose to let us go, the Great Xia royal family and the eight tribes can provide the Great Song with all kinds of scarce resources, even war horses!"

In order to rescue Zhang Yuan, the old man, Mo Zang Xiling and Xi Feng Buyi, including Fei Ting Suian, hurriedly made decisions and put forward various humiliating conditions.

He even brought up the useless Qingli Peace Agreement just to prevent Han Ming from suddenly killing Zhang Yuan. If he had gotten rid of Zhang Yuan, he would not know how to explain to the Prime Minister Mo Zang Epang after returning to the country.

However, Han Ming still had no expression on his face. He stared at Zhang Yuan coldly without saying a word, which made everyone feel that a storm was about to come.

Just when everyone was about to go crazy from the pressure, Han Ming finally spoke up: "Push them to the north bank of Haoshuichuan."

After he finished speaking, Han Ming didn't explain to anyone, nor did he look at anyone. He just put his hands behind his back and walked out of the tent.

Hearing this, everyone breathed a sigh of relief and quickly wiped the cold sweat from their foreheads.

"The governor's power is too great."

Liu Changzuo expressed his true feelings with a tense expression, which was exactly what everyone was thinking.

"Why did the governor bring them back to Haoshuichuan?"

Yao Gu asked his brother with a strange look on his face.

"Hush, don't talk nonsense, just follow me!"

Yao Xiong actually had a flash of understanding in his heart, but he couldn't say it out loud.

He was afraid of being targeted by Han Ming. The might he displayed just now, which was like facing a beast in the mountains, was too much for him, a soldier with many years of experience.

Seeing Yong Zeng leading his personal guards and dragging Zhang Yuan and others out of the tent without any courtesy, like dragging dead dogs, the generals looked at each other and dared not say a word.

Only Duke of England Zhang Wenbi and veteran general Yang Wenguang clearly guessed Han Ming's thoughts.

"Do we need to stop him? When this kid gets crazy, he won't even recognize his family."

Veteran Yang Wenguang asked in a low voice.

"That's what you said. Do you think we can stop him now?"

"This kid has always valued his family very much, to the point of being a reverse scale, especially his grandfather."

"This Zhang Yuan is so shameless, bringing up Han Da Xianggong. I'm afraid he won't have a good ending!"

"You and I don't have the time to think about our next strategic plan."

Duke Yingguo Zhang Wenbi saw everything clearly, so he felt helpless about Yang Wenguang's words. Moreover, he had a close relationship with the Han family, so he would not interfere in what Han Ming did.

"What's the next strategic plan?"

Yang Wenguang was stunned at first, then he reacted.

"Still want to fight?!"

Duke of England Zhang Wenbi smiled mysteriously and nodded slightly: "Who would be willing to give up such a godsend opportunity?"

"Fengchen!"

After Zhang Wenbi finished speaking, he immediately called Yan Da, who was about to leave the tent.

"Duke, what do you want me to do?!" Yan Da clasped his fists and bowed.

"Zhongrong and I have been busy for several days and are a little tired, so we won't go with you. We will wait here for you. If Jingyuan asks, just tell me the truth."

As soon as Duke Yingguo Zhang Wenbi finished speaking, Yan Da immediately clasped his fists in greeting and left the tent.

Two elderly people were just chatting idly on the chairs.

Outside the tent, Han Ming took the lead, rushed out of Desheng Village and headed south to the north bank of Haoshui River.

The generals behind him tied up the four Xixia men like dumplings and dragged them away like dead dogs.

At this moment, the floods on both sides of Haoshui River gradually receded, leaving only muddy roads, as if entering a swamp.

Han Ming didn't feel it was dirty at all. He jumped off his horse and asked Yong Zeng to take Zhang Yuan and others to Haoshuichuan.

The slightly turbid river water wet the hems of Han Ming and Zhang Yuan's clothes, and the two of them just stood facing each other in the river without saying a word.

"You're very familiar with this place."

Han Ming reached out his hand into the Haoshui River with a cold look, picked up a handful of mud and sand, and slowly walked towards Zhang Yuan.

"Would you like to taste the water of this river and see if it can awaken some memories or something?"

Although Han Ming was asking, he actually took direct action, pressing the mud and sand in his hand on Zhang Yuan's face, and then pushed the other's head into the flowing water of Haoshuichuan.

At this moment, everyone around was frightened and frowned. They looked at each other, but no one tried to persuade them.

Seeing this, Mo Zang Xiling and Xifeng Buyi also opened their mouths and angrily scolded Han Ming for being inhumane and bullying the surrendered prisoners like this, saying he was not worthy of being a human being!

The madness in Han Ming's eyes became even more intense. He held down Zhang Yuan's head tightly with his hand, and after dozens of seconds, he pulled him up.

Looking at Zhang Yuan, who was in a miserable state and had vicious eyes, Han Ming's lips curled up into a cruel and cold smile.

"How is it? Does the taste of Haoshuichuan sound familiar to you?"

"Here are the remains of the tens of thousands of soldiers you buried back then. This smell should be very comforting to you, right?!"

At this moment, Han Ming was not carrying the elegant air of a scholar, but rather a surging murderous intent and the terror of a demon.

"Zhang Yuan, there are eight out of ten things in this world that are not what you want. You can complain about your grievances, you can oppose the court, in short, you can choose to do whatever you want."

"But the majority of people in this world are ultimately ordinary people, the working people. Why don't you take a look at the weight of your so-called masterpiece, your so-called stepping stone?"

Han Ming's voice was like a ghost waking up, and people dared not listen to it any longer.

"My grandfather was not like that anymore. He never actively oppressed these ordinary people, nor was he a treacherous person who betrayed the country and the people."

"Compared with my grandfather? How can you, a poor scholar who failed the imperial examination, be qualified to compare?!"

"Xia Shuo has never been so proud, and Han Zhang is not surprising enough. The river is full of dragon and tiger chariots, and they are still talking about military strategies."

"Zhang Yuan, in my opinion, you, a bastard who has never done anything for this country or its people, are not qualified to judge my grandfather and his people."

"You are just a scum who vents his grievances and dissatisfaction on the poor people for his own selfish reasons."

"He arbitrarily provoked the Song-Xia conflict, condoned the foreign cavalry's plundering of the border, and vainly attempted to climb to the top by stepping on countless bones to show how ridiculous he was. He was nothing but a rubbish clown."

Zhang Yuan, whose mind was disturbed by Han Ming's chatter, stared at the young man in front of him.

Shame, humiliation, resentment...

All kinds of emotions eroded Zhang Yuan's heart, and he roared madly and heartbreakingly.

"I'm not a human—! Then what are you—?!"

"You bastard! Do you think you're so noble?!"

"Why are you pretending to be so righteous?! You are just a hypocritical evil ghost--!"

"You are a devil who deceives and manipulates people's hearts. You and your grandfather are both beasts—!"

Everyone around looked at the two people with fear as they were blown by the cold wind and soaked in the icy river water.

When Han Ming heard this, the smile on his face became even wider. He put his hands on Zhang Yuan's shoulders, leaned down gently, and whispered in his ear with a sinister smile: "I..."

"What a coincidence, I'm the same type of person as you..."

The next second, a long sword shot up into the sky, and then a head with an expression of astonishment and mockery flew out and fell heavily to the ground under the bright moonlight.

Then everyone on the shore was so shocked that they were speechless. They stared blankly at the young man in the river, wearing a crimson official robe and holding a long sword, looking at the moon.

"Like repels like, as expected... they'll become disgusted with each other!"

Han Ming held the long knife that was constantly bleeding, his face dull as he murmured softly...