After broadcasting the ancient times live, I handed the system over to the state.

The Zhu family under the canopy of heaven were laughing heartily. They had not forgotten how proud the Zhao family emperors above the canopy of heaven were of their paper money when they talked about the Ming Dynasty's paper money. It wasn't that great, but at least it didn't collapse like the Ming Dynasty.

Does the Ming Dynasty still want to get something for nothing?

Now it was Old Zhu and the others' turn to laugh heartily.

But the laughter faded as she thought about the God of War at Tumu Fortress, and Emperor Chongzhen hanging himself from the crooked tree, and how everyone was scrambling to buy a seat among the elite...

Dynasties across the world begin in such similar ways, and end in such similar ways.

Let's not make fun of the second brother anymore.

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Zhao Kuangyin glanced at them and slowly said, "In a few days, Daizhou will fall. On the thirteenth, Zhongshan will surrender. In February, the Jin will threaten the Song to cede Taiyuan, Zhongshan, and Hejian. Later, Wanyan Zongwang besieged Kaifeng. Although Zhong Shidao and his Western Army temporarily repelled the enemy, the surrender faction eventually overwhelmed the war faction and refused to adopt Zhong Shidao's advice. Zhong Shidao died of anger, and Li Gang was transferred..."

"The second time Kaifeng was besieged, people actually believed in a sorcerer who could summon the Six Armor Divine Weapons." Thinking of this, Zhao Kuangyin glared fiercely at Zhao Huan, who was lying there like a lump of mud.

To believe in the Six Jia Divine Soldiers? How foolish and ridiculous!

Looking at the increasingly lowered heads of the people below, Zhao Kuangyin said with a growing somber tone, "After capturing the outer city of Kaifeng, Zhao Huan was repeatedly deceived. Not only did he write a letter of surrender and send it to the Jurchens, but the Jurchens also demanded that he bow to the north to fulfill the duties of a subject!"

At this point, Zhao Kuangyin's tone became strangely calm, and the people below knelt down with a thud, one after another, some collapsing to their knees and collapsing.

And he continued, "You've been constantly humiliated and forced to back down, yet the Jin people are demanding gold, silver, mules, horses, and young girls. Zhao Huan, you even had your own concubines pay for it. You gave them whatever they wanted! You ransacked Kaifeng, leaving the city's inhabitants starving and countless dead..."

"They even plundered the emperor's possessions, ritual objects, books and records. The common people and artisans were all plundered, as well as women, to provide entertainment for the Jurchens..." At this point, Zhao Kuangyin's tone turned sorrowful.

"Later, the emperor, empress, princesses, and ministers were all escorted north. Once they arrived, the Jurchens even treated them with the 'sheep-leading ceremony,' and countless people died along the way. The Song people were humiliated and suffered a fate worse than death. I heard their cries day and night..."

Zhao Kuangyin shouted hoarsely, looking directly at Zhao Huan and then at the ministers below, "This is what you wanted!"

Many of the people below had completely collapsed like corpses, while only a few remained upright, like pine trees, with an indomitable fighting spirit in their eyes.

There were still a few tough nuts to crack, but even those tough nuts eventually succumbed to the strain...

Thinking of this, Zhao Kuangyin felt an intense hatred for Emperors Huizong and Qinzong, as well as for those who harbored thoughts of surrendering...

Having said that, he drew his long sword from his waist and walked step by step toward Zhao Huan.

Upon seeing the longsword, Zhao Huan immediately knelt down in fear, repeatedly begging for mercy, "I...no, I...I won't be emperor anymore, it's not my fault..."

Before he could finish speaking, a sword pierced his chest. Zhao Kuangyin coldly pulled the sword out, and blood splattered across the hall. Everyone was horrified and dared not speak.

Zhao Huan could only make "uh uh uh" sounds before he stopped breathing.

"You got off easy." Zhao Kuangyin had no affection for these descendants.

He carried the crimson sword down the steps, surveying the crowd. "To fight, or not to fight?"

One of the men below was trembling like a leaf. Zhao Kuangyin dragged his sword over and, with the blood-stained tip, slowly lifted the man's chin. "Wang Shiyong? You were the most diligent in plundering women for the Jurchens and were called 'Grandpa Jurchen.' Why is Grandpa Jurchen kneeling before the Emperor of the Song Dynasty in this hall? Doesn't this show that the Jurchens are not even as good as their grandsons?"

Zhao Kuangyin spoke with a slight smile, his gentle demeanor always putting people at ease, but now it made them feel uneasy. His tone quickly turned cold again: "The Song Dynasty court has no need for Jin dogs!"

As he spoke, he plunged the sword into Wang Shiyong's throat. Wang Shiyong opened his eyes wide in pain and made a 'hoarse' sound. The blood that gushed out even splattered onto the officials in front of him.

The officials in front were drenched in blood, covered in it, and dared not move.

Zhao Kuangyin glanced at it but couldn't quite make it out. He had just memorized a few names and asked the eunuch to point them out to him.

The kneeling man, as if guessing Zhao Kuangyin's thoughts, cautiously replied, "Your Majesty, my name is Sun Fu."

Zhao Kuangyin thought for a moment and found the name, "Sun Fu, initially advocated resisting the Jin army, but later he became superstitious about the sorcerer Guo Jing's Six Jia Method, misjudging the battle situation. However, he did not choose to surrender in the end, and we remember your loyalty..."

After Zhao Kuangyin left, Sun Fu nodded and wiped the cold sweat from his body.

But others didn't have it so easy. Every time Zhao Kuangyin came to their place, they were on tenterhooks, fearing that he would stab them in the back.

The founding emperor was a master of Taizu Changquan (a style of Chinese martial arts), so why would he be considered to have such a good temper?

After killing several more, everyone here obeyed his orders. Zhao Kuangyin, sword in hand, sat back on the dragon throne. "Now, who dares not fight? Step forward and let me see your courage."

No one dared to say anything.

The general beside him immediately knelt down on one knee, cupping his hands in a gesture of respect, and said in a humorous tone, "Your subject, Shi Shouxin, requests permission to fight! I would rather die in battle than surrender!"

On the other side, Cao Bin also knelt on one knee, saying, "Your subject, Cao Bin, requests to fight! I would rather die in battle than surrender!"

Everyone in the hall bowed in the same manner, especially the pro-war faction, whose voices shook the heavens: "Your subject requests to fight! We would rather die fighting than surrender!"

The overwhelming aura of killing intent gave many Song Dynasty people under the sky a sense of pride.

Looking at their straight backs and overwhelming aura, Zhao Kuangyin finally smiled slightly. "Good! Follow me to kill the Jin dogs!"

This scene alone stirred the blood of everyone under the sky. An emperor who could establish a dynasty was definitely not a bad person. Everyone has their own personal charisma, which is why their subordinates are willing to follow them to the death. Zhao Kuangyin was no exception.

Otherwise, how could he have been given the imperial robe?

Zhu Qinggu and the others watched as Zhao Kuangyin immediately mobilized his forces and understood the current situation. Not only was there infighting in the court, but there were also dissents among the troops!

Zhong Shidao was loyal, but others might not be.

Zhao Kuangyin had to guard against the Jin invaders, and also against someone betraying him from behind.