Xuanhe six years...
These four words were like thunder, exploding in Zhao Chen's mind. He remembered clearly that the disgrace of Jingkang occurred at the end of the seventh year of Xuanhe. The Jin army went south for the first time and conquered Bianliang in the second year of Jingkang - that is to say, there were still two full years before the disaster that destroyed the Song Dynasty!
Not a dream! He was truly reborn! Reborn before all tragedies happened!
Huge joy and excitement surged into his heart like a tide. Zhao Chen couldn't help but clenched his fists, and his knuckles turned white from the exertion. Scenes from the past life flashed through his mind: the fire when the Jin army broke through the city gate, the cries when the clan members were kidnapped, the embarrassment of his parents and brothers being chained, Wang Yuan's triumphant face, and his unwillingness when he took his last breath in the woodshed... The pain, despair, and regret all turned into a hot flame at this moment, burning in his chest.
This time, he will never let history repeat itself! He wanted to protect his parents and brothers from being taken captive to the north and die in a foreign land; he wanted to protect the country of the Song Dynasty and prevent the Jin cavalry from breaking through the gates of Bianliang; he wanted to make the traitor Wang Yuan and all the treacherous ministers who attached to the Jin Kingdom pay a thousand times a hundred times the price!
