When I traveled through the town of Zhu Qi, Emperor Yingzong of the Ming Dynasty, it was only three years since the fall of Constantinople.
Above the court, Wang Zhen was in power, and Wala was watching with eager eyes.
The double-headed eagle badge hidden under the imperial case burned my palms.
"Your Majesty, do you want to imitate Zheng He's story?" Wang Zhen's feminine voice was full of poison, "The wind in the West Sea is high and the waves are strong, which may not be a good omen."
In the name of purging the Nine Borders, I secretly ordered the Ministry of Industry to re-make firearms, and the Fujian Navy quietly changed its weapons.
When the first batch of "Shocking Thunder" drawings arrived at the Golden Horn, the Byzantine messenger burst into tears and knelt down:
"Your Majesty, can the brilliance of the Forbidden City really illuminate Saint Sophia?"
Wang Zhen finally showed his fangs: "The emperor has an affair with a foreign vassal, how can he destroy the power of his ancestors!"
I drew my sword, and the blade reflected Wang Zhen's astonished face:
"This sword is for Rome! It is also for the Ming Dynasty!"
