Jingkang: Nilin

A graduate student in the Department of Modern History, he traveled through time and became King Xin Zhao Zhen, the 18th son of Emperor Huizong of the Song Dynasty. In the autumn of the seventh year of Xuanhe, it was less than two years before the disgrace of Jingkang. He was familiar with the direction of history, knew when the Jin army would move south, who was a loyal minister and who was a traitor, knew that Bianjing would fall in a year and a half, and knew that the two emperors of Hui and Qin would be kidnapped and sent north to suffer humiliation. He wanted to change his destiny against nature. Subduing low-level officers, wooing imperial students, improving firearms, training the army, contacting generals... He tried his best to prevent that century-old national humiliation. In the defense battle of Bianjing, he took the lead and repelled the Jin army's four attacks on the city. When the Jin army besieged the city, he entered the camp as a prince to negotiate peace, in exchange for a glimmer of hope. He thought he could change history. But the inertia of history is stronger than he imagined. Guo Jing's Liujia Shenbing, Qinzong's indecision, and the secret constraints of the capitulation faction... Bianjing finally fell. He led the remaining soldiers to break through the encirclement and went south, supported the crown prince in Yingtian Mansion, and established a new court. Then everything started to get out of control. The two emperors stood side by side, wore yellow robes, professed their vassal status to the Jin Dynasty, purged the loyal, punished the death of their comrades, and placed their brothers under house arrest... The once passionate King Xin gradually turned into the kind of person he once hated most in the whirlpool of power. He kept half of the country south of the Yangtze River, but gave up his homeland in the Central Plains. He allowed the people to live a peaceful life, but his hands were stained with the blood of his comrades. He is the leader of ZTE and the usurper of the throne. On the back of his tombstone, there is no word - merits and demerits, left for future generations to comment.