Emperor Huiqin, Who Is My Father?

I was born in the biting cold of Five Kingdoms City. The Hui religion taught me how to play the piano and paint, and Qin Zong told me about the prosperity of Bianliang, but the contemptuous eyes of the Jin guards always reminded me: I was just a "bastard" born of a maid, with muddy blood. I wandered around wine shops and gambling houses, embraced beauties, and claimed to be an emperor, but I was despised and cast aside by everyone. A severe beating made me wake up completely, and my frozen fingers touched the lost secret scroll of the Liao shaman in the snow. After ten years of forbearance, I used the music of the piano to control people's hearts, used calligraphy and painting to convey secret orders, set up murderous plots in gambling games, and turned the court upside down during banquets. Little did the dignitaries of the Jin Kingdom know that the seemingly romantic libertine had already taken the entire empire under his control. When the envoys of the Southern Song Dynasty ridiculed my bloodline, I chuckled and wrote next to Huizong's authentic work: "I inherit the destiny of the sky and the scenery, and all directions will be unified." Under Lin'an City, millions of cavalry were as silent as mountains. I looked down at the prostrate Emperor Zhao and Song: "Call me daddy."