I traveled through time and became the son of an official from the Zhuhe faction in the late Northern Song Dynasty. I just woke up and listened to my father bowing to the envoys of the Kingdom of Jin at the reception banquet with astonishment.
After three rounds of drinking, the envoy from the Kingdom of Jin arrogantly asked Song Dynasty singers to sing Jurchen folk songs to cheer up the entertainment. No one in the audience of Song ministers dared to speak up.
I pushed aside everyone and staggered to the center of the hall. Ignoring my father's horrified look, I slowly spoke to the astonished golden man:
"I heard that your envoy wants to listen to my song from the Song Dynasty? Today, I will be brave enough to sing a newly learned folk tune to entertain all our distinguished guests."
Under the confused gazes of everyone, I cleared my throat and sang the melody that should not exist in this era.
"After sleeping for hundreds of years, the Chinese people are gradually waking up..."
