After Zhu Di's Death, I Was Reborn in Zhao Gou's Body

Zhu Di took his final breath at Yumuchuan. When he opened his eyes again, he had become Zhao Gou, living in drunken revelry by West Lake.

Gazing at that cowardly face in the mirror, he smashed the incense burner. “How dare this disgrace sully the legacy of the Jingnan Campaign!”

When Qin Hui ingratiatingly advised him to sue for peace, “Zhao Gou” sprang up and strangled him on the spot. “Where is the backbone of my Great Ming… no, of Great Song?!”

At court the next morning, Yue Fei looked at Qin Hui’s corpse on the imperial steps. From the dragon throne came a chilling laugh:

“The Jin? When I led five campaigns beyond the northern frontier, your ancestors were still living like savages.”

“By imperial decree: from this day on, the emperor shall defend the gates of the realm, and the sovereign shall die with the state!”