The Sky Screen Stops Explaining and Starts Streaming Wuthering Waves

【Sky-screen viewing + the great unified Han Chinese dynasties + author Qin Chui + not historically rigorous + since the female lead transmigrated into the story, the original plot has been slightly revised (meaning one-sided affections have become no romance)】 In the twenty-eighth year of Emperor Qin Shi Huang’s reign, the third year after the Qin Dynasty unified the realm. On the day of the Fengshan ceremony at Mount Tai, a violent storm suddenly broke out. An unfamiliar woman’s voice sounded in Ying Zheng’s ear: “Civilization detected. Would you like to join the journey and hear the voices of all things?” The sky split open, revealing struggles and desperate efforts to survive in another world, unfolding across dynasties one after another. “Culture” means writing and institutions; “civilization” means light, clarity, wisdom, and illumination. Unifying the written language, standardizing the width of axles, and establishing common measures and weights: the beginning of a unified civilization. “Ding! The First Emperor has invited you to join the group chat. Do you accept?” Today, the court governs the six regions by dividing them among its officials, while Confucian scholars once again recommend enfeoffment. 【He】: Emperors of the Ming Dynasty, your children’s situation is much like that of the First Emperor. Zhu Yuanzhang sprang to his feet in an instant. What did she mean, much like Qin Shi Huang? Had something happened to his Zhu Biao too? Would his other children be killed as well? Sima Yan, just settling in to enjoy himself, heard: “After your death, the realm will descend into chaos, and the Jin will split into Eastern and Western Jin.” Sima Yan: “...” Wang Mang learned that the Eastern Han had fallen and a new dynasty had arisen. “I wish to once again bestow blessings upon the Liu clan. Go and make a list of everyone who still claims Liu Bang as their ancestor.” Zhao Kuangyin, who had just taken back military authority: “Hmm? We haven’t even conquered the Sixteen Prefectures of Yanyun, and this can still be called the Northern Song? How far south will the Southern Song end up?” Li Shimin: “If I’d known these crops were so high-yielding, I wouldn’t have hesitated!” Yang Jian: “As expected of the First Emperor, a kindred spirit of mine. He really does share the good stuff!”