Compared with cool writing, it is more inclined to reason and reason.
Daxuan was founded three hundred years ago, and its history is brilliant and unquestionable.
It wasn't until Song Zhao found out that the prince's name had been stolen that he realized that the dynasty was fake from beginning to end.
Digging down the soul-suppressing jade, the truth is far more terrifying than usurping the throne - it is not the remnant soul that is suppressed under the jade. Zhao Kuangyin never left. His kingdom was cut off by his life, his country changed its banner, his name was erased, and even the word "Song" became taboo. Daxuan's so-called founding of the country was nothing more than a theft that lasted for three hundred years.
What was stolen was not the Dragon Chair, but the destiny of the country.
The founding emperor of Daxuan took away 70% of the Great Song Dynasty's energy and injected it into his own blood. Emperors since then have been thieves: nameless before they ascended the throne, simply because they did not deserve to have names. While they were eating Zhao Kuangyin's national destiny, they used soul-suppressing jade to suppress him underground, making him immortal and exploiting him every day.
In the wine shop, the three apprentices were still bickering, as if the previous unpleasantness with the emperor was just a dream.
Song Zhao looked at them and suddenly smiled.
The national destiny of the Song Dynasty had been buried for three hundred years, and it was suppressed by the lies of an entire dynasty. But the one who exposed the lies was him, a good-for-nothing, with a wooden mind who couldn't buy good wine, a former patrol officer who resigned and had no place to work, and an unpopular and down-and-out prince.
The wind picked up outside the window.
"Master," Luo Tingyu raised his head, "What did you just say?"
Song Zhao threw away the rag and pushed open the door of the wine shop.
"I said it's time to pay off the debt."
