Fearing being killed for his overwhelming merits, the empress decided to marry him.

The weather in the State of Song this year is extremely cold, but even though it's only late August, snowflakes have already begun to fall in various places.

On the official road leading to the capital, a long procession stretched as far as the eye could see, moving slowly and unsteadily.

After the Jurchens captured Bianjing, they immediately looted the entire capital of the Song Dynasty without any mercy.

For three days and three nights straight, the mournful cries never ceased for a moment over Bianjing.

Only after looting all the money, grain, and wealth in the city did the Jurchens begin to forcibly relocate nearly 10,000 members of the Song imperial family to the north.

Also taken away were 100,000 women from the city, as well as various craftsmen, doctors, and a large number of laborers responsible for escorting the supplies.

Before leaving, the Jurchens set the place ablaze.

This city, which was once even more prosperous than Nanjing, has since fallen into desolation and decline.

In the procession, Emperor Huizong and his son, dressed in coarse linen clothes, supported each other as they timidly walked forward under the escort of the Jurchens.

This was the seventh day since they left the capital and crossed the Bian River.

During those seven days, they endured unprecedented suffering and humiliation.

The Jurchen guards escorting them treated them like human beings, whipping and beating them for the slightest displeasure.

At this moment, the father and son finally realized that they were no longer the high and mighty royals.

"Father, where are we going?"

"I don't know either. Let's go. It will eventually come to an end."

Emperor Huizong comforted Emperor Huan, and under the urging of the Jurchens, they walked aimlessly forward.

The two vowed that they would walk more in these seven days than they had walked in their entire lives.

Both of them had blisters on their feet, but they still couldn't let their guard down for a second.

Otherwise, what awaits them is a barrage of merciless insults and beatings.

After walking for about half an hour, the procession was finally able to stop and rest after a loud shout from the Jin man.

"You guys go and cook, and the rest of you keep an eye on the crowd!"

After assigning tasks to his subordinates, the Jin military supervisor glared at Zhao Ji and his son, let out a disdainful sneer, and turned to leave.

Emperor Huizong and his son, Zhao Ji, helped each other to sit down and rest in front of a stone block.

"Oh dear, how did it turn out like this?"

Emperor Huizong couldn't help but sigh.

Zhao Huan was also filled with remorse: "It's all my fault. If I had listened to Zhou Xianwu and not given the Jin people any opportunity, we wouldn't have ended up like this. It's all my fault."

Zhao Ji shook his head: "This is not your fault. You have done very well. If anyone is to blame, it is me. I failed to leave you a great land before entrusting you with this heavy responsibility."

It's all my fault. If only I had listened to Zhou Xianwu earlier...

If Shen Lang had humbled himself and asked for their help when he came to the Song Dynasty to propose marriage on behalf of Prince Su, the Song Dynasty would not have fallen to such a state.

Blame me if you must; it's all my fault. I failed to grasp the situation.

At this moment, both father and son deeply reflected on the mistakes they had made as emperors.

However, as the saying goes, there's no going back.

"It's time to eat, it's time to eat!"

Suddenly, the Jurchen man started banging on his bamboo stick and shouting loudly.

Immediately, the starving prisoners rushed over and surrounded the food bucket.

Emperor Huizong and his son also wanted to rob it, but the bumpy journey had exhausted them, so they could only cower and watch the crowds throng.

Here, your food!

Just then, the Jin military supervisor placed two bowls of rice mixed with vegetables and sand in front of the two men.

"If it weren't for the Fourth Prince's instructions to ensure you all reach the capital alive, you would have starved to death."

Zhao Huan quickly picked up a bowl of rice and handed it to Zhao Ji, saying, "Father, have a bite so you have the strength to walk."

Zhao Ji was indeed very hungry, and he took the bowl and chopsticks and started eating heartily without caring about his image.

He took a mouthful of rice and immediately hit his teeth.

Upon spitting it out, it turned out to be a stone the size of a thumb.

"Bah bah bah..."

Zhao Huan, on the other side, had just taken a bite of rice when he spat out a mouthful of sand and blurted out, "Is this food fit for humans?"

Upon hearing this, the Jin people flew into a rage and grabbed Zhao Huan, saying, "Do you still consider yourself the emperor? You should be grateful to have food to eat, yet you dare to be picky?"

What a fool! Does he really think he's so precious?

You think it tastes bad? Then try Grandpa's fist and see if it's delicious!

After saying that, he punched him to the ground, followed by a barrage of punches and kicks.

"Ouch, ouch! Stop hitting me! Stop hitting me! Waaah..."

Zhao Huan held his head and rolled around on the ground crying.

Upon seeing this, the surrounding golden figures all burst into mocking laughter.

"Stop hitting him, stop hitting him, he's just a child."

Emperor Huizong could only stand by and plead with him.

Finally, the Jurchens got tired of fighting. They spat a mouthful of phlegm at Zhao Huan, turned around and kicked over Zhao Huan's bowl, muttering, "If you can't eat, then don't eat. You won't starve if you skip a meal."

After the Jurchens had gone far away, Zhao Ji climbed up to Zhao Huan and held him in his arms.

Seeing Zhao Huan's bruised and swollen face, Zhao Ji could do nothing but let out a silent wail.

"Father!"

Zhao Huan buried his face in Zhao Ji's arms and cried out, bursting into tears once more...

Meanwhile, in Bianjing, Wanyan Zongbi was also facing an extremely difficult situation.

That is because the Jurchens had gone mad with greed during their burning, killing and looting in Bianjing City, and they actually robbed the entire families of four merchants in the south of the city who had Chu household registration. In the process of fighting, they accidentally killed someone.

Upon hearing this news, Wanyan Wo was so frightened that he jumped up from the group of women and ran naked through the streets of Bianjing, heading straight to the Bianliang Palace to discuss countermeasures with Wanyan Zongbi.

When Wanyan Zongbi learned of this news, he was initially shocked, but then he smiled and replied, "It was just an accidental killing. If the Chu Kingdom asks about it, we can just apologize. It shouldn't be a big deal."

Upon hearing this, Wanyan Wo immediately panicked: "Fourth brother, this is going to be a huge problem!"

I had a verbal agreement with the Duke of Zhenguo that we would not harm any person with Chu citizenship within the territory of Song.

It was precisely because of this that our Great Jin dynasty swept through Song territory with unstoppable momentum, while the Chu state remained completely silent.

But now, it is we, the Jin people, who have broken our promise first, and we must find a way to make amends.”

Wanyan Zongbi said, "At worst, we can just let the Chu ruler and his ministers condemn us. Would Chu really start a war against our Great Jin over this?"

Wanyan Wo's eyes turned cold: "Very likely. You have never met the Duke of Zhenguo. Just by having him stand in front of you, even my father would show him deference and dare not offend him."

Wanyan Zongbi was stunned and looked at Wanyan Wo in disbelief.

Just then, Wulu brought two Jurchen men into the palace.

"Your Highness, these two men disobeyed military orders, robbed a Chu merchant in the south of the city in broad daylight, and even beat a family of three to death."

"What did you say!"

Wanyan Wo's pupils widened instantly, and he walked directly in front of the two.

"Why did you disobey military orders!"

The two men trembled and whispered, "We didn't know she was from Chu; we thought she was from Song, which is why we had our designs on her. But we didn't succeed; we didn't even have a chance to touch her..."

"You deserve to die!"

Before they could finish speaking, Wanyan Wo roared and drew his sword from Wolu's waist, slashing at their necks.

Blood splattered instantly, and the two died on the spot.

Even Wanyan Zongbi was shocked by this scene.

Wanyan Wo shouted sharply, "It's over! It's all over! The Chu State's Jingwei Guard is everywhere!"

News of everything we've done in Bianjing will soon reach Jinling. Prepare to face the wrath of Chu!

"It's over! It's over!"

"The fate of the Great Jin Dynasty is sealed!"

"Damn it! This is all over!"

"Just wait and see the wrath of the State of Chu!"

Wanyan Wo threw down the bloodstained knife in his hand, glared fiercely at Wanyan Zongbi, and turned to leave the main hall while cursing.

Looking at the corpse lying in a pool of blood, and recalling Wanyan Wo's expression just now, Wanyan Zongbi was suddenly filled with an inexplicable fear.

At that moment, a thunderclap struck from the clear sky, cleaving the Jin army's banner on the palace wall in two.

Upon seeing this, the Jin man fell silent.

At that very moment, blood-red clouds gathered over Bianjing City, and blood rain fell in an instant.

Upon witnessing this scene, Wanyan Zongbi felt a pang of pain in his heart.

"Could it be that what the shaman said is true?"

"Jin Kemu, yet he was burned in the raging fire?"

"The Chu state belongs to the southern region, and its people are as fierce as fire, this..."

Cold sweat slowly slid down Wanyan Zongbi's forehead.