Fu Song: Beginning with the Navigating Emperor

When I woke up, I became the eight-year-old emperor of the Southern Song Dynasty in exile - Song Duanzong Zhao Shi. In front of them is the rough sea, and behind them are the wolf-like and tiger-like Meng Yuan cavalry. Wen Tianxiang was captured, Lu Xiufu was worried about his gray hair, and Zhang Shijie was helpless. Historically, I will die of illness in another half a year, and the Southern Song Dynasty will usher in the end of Yashan. But, here I am. Surrender? Shen Hai? No! In my hands, I have the nautical charts of the entire era; in my mind, there is a knowledge base that spans thousands of years. If you can't fight on land, then go to sea! Build a kingdom on the waves, accumulate wealth through trade, and arm the fleet with artillery. Gather the survivors, open up Southeast Asia, and connect the world. While the Mongolian Khan was still staring at the fat piece of Central Plains, my empire was already bathed in the sunshine of the Indian Ocean. Many years later, Emperor Yuan sent envoys to my "Sacred Capital on the Sea" to ask why I did not submit to the Heavenly Dynasty. I pointed at the forest of gunboats behind me and asked with a smile: "Now, who is the Celestial Dynasty?"