Transmigrate to Qingli: I Refuse to Negotiate Peace

When Zhao Zhen wakes, he is seated on the imperial throne in Chuigong Hall, a cold piece of green jade paperweight in his hand.

An urgent report has just arrived from outside the hall: a crushing defeat at Haoshuichuan, Ren Fu has died for his country, and more than ten thousand are dead. The only words from the assembled officials are: Your Majesty, please make peace and grant them more annual tribute.

He knows what will happen next. Jinming Fort will fall, Yuan Hao will proclaim himself emperor, the Liao will take advantage of the crisis, and the Great Song will trade a heap of silver and silk for forty years of "peace." He remembers all of it because it is written in the history books.

But as soon as he changes his first imperial edict, he discovers the truth: the history books give him the years, but not the dates. With every step he takes, the history he remembers drifts farther away.

Knowing the ending but not when events will unfold: in the winter of Qingli's second year, this is the greatest power of the Great Song emperor, and also his greatest predicament.