This fat man from Tang, who had been exploited by Zhao Huan since Zhao Huan ascended the throne, cried for three days and three nights when he learned that the emperor had died in battle in the Western Regions.

Tang Ke believed that no one in the world understood Emperor Shengwu better than him.

The central government decrees for the first nine years of the Jingkang era were drafted by him and Xu Churen and presented to the emperor according to his ideas.

His feelings for the emperor had transcended the bond between ruler and subject.

For the sake of the Song Dynasty, for the ideal country in the emperor's heart, he was willing to do anything, but he just couldn't accept the emperor's death.

Three days later, the Imperial Guards entered the capital region, and all the officials of Kaifeng Prefecture stepped forward, while all the court ministers of Dongjing City went to the outskirts to welcome the emperor.

The emperor's armor was also somewhat worn, weathered by wind and rain; every mark was a testament to this ambitious emperor's yearning for a prosperous and powerful nation.

The emperor was only forty-three years old, but his temples were already gray.

He was riding his warhorse when he saw Han Chenchen leading Zhao Chun toward him.

"Your Majesty!" Han Chenchen cried.

“Father.” Six-year-old Zhao Chun seemed to have grown up quite a bit since a year ago.

Zhao Huan dismounted and picked up Zhao Chun, saying, "Father has returned victorious from the battle."

Zhao Chun hugged Zhao Huan: "It's best that Father is back safe and sound."

Zhao Huan felt a surge of warmth in his heart. He put Zhao Chun on the horse and then mounted his own horse.

The officials, led by Zhao Gou, Zhou Chao, Liu Yanzong, and Zhang Xiaochun, bowed and shouted, "Welcome back in triumph, Your Majesty the Holy Martial Emperor!"

"Long live the Emperor! Long live the Great Song Dynasty!"

Surrounded by officials, Zhao Huan led the Imperial Guard into the capital city of Tokyo.

The situation changed abruptly, and chaos ensued.