We have fought to the Arctic Circle, and you want me to inherit the throne?

In late October in Kyoto, the cold wind blew dead leaves through the streets.

Fengtian Army soldiers patrolled the streets with muskets in hand, and the sound of their boots stepping on the bluestone slabs seemed particularly heavy in the silence.

Li Che stood on the top of the palace, looking down at the whole city, feeling an inexplicable emotion in his heart.

In early October, news of the pacification of Shikoku Island reached the Kyoto headquarters.

Just over twenty days later, at the end of October, good news arrived:

Li Lin's troops landed on the Kanto coast of Honshu and advanced deep into the interior.

At the same time, Yang Xuan's troops cut in fiercely from west to east, and the two fierce and wolf-like divisions blatantly surrounded the heart of Japan, and the two armies tightened like iron pliers.

The remaining Japanese troops were squeezed into a small area, and under the heavy artillery fire of the Fengtian Army, the last organized resistance force was crushed to pieces.

Honshu, the most fertile island of Japan, has since fallen completely into the control of the Fengtian Army.

The only remaining land of Japan was Ezo, which later became Hokkaido.

Hokkaido is isolated in the north, covered with permafrost and bitingly cold. It is a barren and cold island with a sparse population.

In Li Che's view, this bitter and cold land was like the last half pot of sake warmed on the stove, which would boil in a moment.

He could finally put down his burden and start reporting to the court and explaining the situation.

Li Che sighed and returned to the house silently.

He had been thinking about this memorial for two days, but still had no idea how to start.

Wow... At this moment, Li Che actually had some emotional resonance with those online authors in his previous life.

Writing a memorial to Emperor Qing actually made him feel more difficult than conquering Japan.

He and Emperor Qing had not seen each other for more than three years. Although they exchanged letters on a daily basis, letters could not express their feelings as well as face-to-face communication.

Li Che was not sure what Emperor Qing's attitude was towards him and Feng State now.

Logically speaking, the more powerful Feng State becomes, the more of a threat it poses to Daqing.

And as the emperor grows older, this threat will continue to grow.

This is the instinct of human nature, which is difficult to erase for any wise ruler. How can there be true father-son love in the royal family?

The strength of Feng State is closely related to Daqing, which will definitely make Emperor Qing's emotions more entangled.

Li Che sighed, sat down at the desk and picked up the brush.

He closed his eyes for a long time, and finally put his pen to paper and wrote three big words:

【Table of the annihilation of the Japanese】

Recalling the hardships along the way to defeat the Japanese, Li Che no longer hesitated and wrote with divine inspiration:

[I, your son Li Che, respectfully bow down before the Japanese imperial court in Kyoto with my body cleansed by blood and fire. Facing south toward the imperial capital, my heart is filled with deep admiration.]

I hope your father is in good health and your heart is at peace. This is what I pray for day and night.

Now that Japan has been pacified and the seas have calmed, I am writing this memorial to the Emperor, reporting the entire process of the war to annihilate the Japanese. I humbly hope that your Majesty will consider it.

. . . . . .

Inside the Yangxin Palace, the scent of sandalwood curled in the air, but it couldn't cover up a faint medicinal smell.

Emperor Qing leaned on the bright yellow couch, his body looking more hunched than three years ago.

His once jet-black hair and beard have now turned a layer of silver, and his face is full of wrinkles and fatigue.

Emperor Qing is indeed old.

In one hand he held Li Che's heavy "Memorial on the Destruction of Japan", and in the other hand he trembled as he held the crystal glasses that Li Che had made for him.

He brought it closer and struggled to decipher the handwriting on the memorial.

Huang Jin, who was standing in the hall, lowered his hands and held his breath, his eyes full of worry.

He knew that His Majesty's eyesight had long been failing, so when he reviewed memorials, he would kneel beside him and read out each word clearly, and then His Majesty would dictate his orders.

Your Majesty used to love reading, but he has rarely read in recent years.

Only this memorial from His Royal Highness the Prince, which came from thousands of miles away, did His Majesty insist on reading it himself.

After reading the first few paragraphs, Emperor Qing put down the memorial and rested for a while.

Huang Jin saw that his eyes were still cloudy and he couldn't read any emotion, so he didn't even dare to breathe.

In recent years, Emperor Qing's temperament has become increasingly unpredictable.

The emperor's intentions were hard to discern, and even Huang Jin had to be careful with his words, not to mention the affairs of the King and the Kingdom.

After all...the crown prince of the Eastern Palace is still sitting on the dragon throne.

The ministers didn't see it, but Huang Jin knew it very clearly. The dignified Prince of Daqing had become unrecognizable.

Treating the Crown Prince like this... Who knows how Emperor Qing views the other princes now, especially His Royal Highness Prince Feng?

There is no longer any factional strife in the court today. All ministers know that the current emperor is stubborn and suspicious, and the issue of the crown prince is even more of a sore spot for His Majesty.

Especially the best candidate for the crown prince now... His Royal Highness Prince Feng, the dispute between him and His Majesty is even more complicated.

Emperor Qing had rested enough, picked up his glasses and continued reading.

The source of this disaster is the Japanese themselves. Those tiny island barbarians, with their wolfish ambitions, have long harbored rebellion. At the end of last summer, they dared to let their ferocity run rampant, provoking trouble at Fuzhou Harbor.

This is intolerable, what is unbearable! I, your son, am commanding the southeastern coastal defenses by divine command. Seeing their rampant behavior, I am filled with indignation. To demonstrate the majesty of Heaven, protect our borders and our people, I have assembled 200,000 of our elite land and sea troops, set sail, and deployed our forces in the East, hoping to bring them to justice.

Unexpectedly, the enemy was stubborn and rebellious. When the Heavenly Army arrived, instead of accepting their surrender and reforming their ways, they dared to raise their arms and unleash their ferocious might! They even set an ambush at sea and attacked our vassal Goryeo fleet, capsizing it and killing all the soldiers.

[This behavior is infuriating to both humans and gods! Although I, your son, have compassion and forgiveness, I cannot tolerate this any longer. Since they are unjust, I must unleash my wrath with thunder!]

I, your son, then commanded the three armies and, with the might of Heaven, led the charge against the enemy. The first battle took place on the ocean, amidst raging waves. Our naval officers and men, united in their hatred of the enemy, annihilated the main force of the Japanese navy with overwhelming force, leaving no trace. Immediately, we marched eastward, recaptured the strategic point of Tsushima, and seized the enemy's vital maritime chokepoint.

[With this as our foundation, our army will be even more powerful, and we will march straight towards the Japanese nest! ]

Emperor Qing's eyes slowly moved over the memorial, his breathing heavy as that of an elderly person.

When he read about the Japanese provoking and sinking the Goryeo fleet in Fuzhou, he just frowned barely noticeably.

When reading Li Che's self-description of "doing his utmost" and "can't tolerate it anymore", a very faint curve seemed to pass across the corners of his mouth.

And when his eyes fell upon the words 'annihilate the main force of the Japanese navy', 'not a single sail returns', 'recover Tsushima'...

Finally, a faint light flashed in the depths of those eyes, which were as turbid as an ancient well, as if a long-buried spark was stirred.

"Okay... okay!" Emperor Qing said hoarsely.

Huang Jin was startled and subconsciously looked at the emperor.

This sight was not a big deal, but it made me even more shocked.

His Majesty, who hadn't smiled for more than three years, now had an excited smile on his face!