Kangxi's stomach twitched slightly, and his palms on the table clenched tighter and tighter.

"After the fall of the Qing Dynasty, warlords seized power across the country, and the international situation became turbulent, giving the Japanese an opportunity to exploit their power. A tiny country, like this, has been oppressing a great nation for over a decade. Do you know...how many Chinese people died fighting against the Japanese?"

Yinreng gnashed his teeth.

"More than thirty-five million!"

When this number came out, Kangxi was shocked. He had only lost tens of thousands of soldiers when he attacked Galdan.

Even if we add the civilians who died in the war, the number will definitely not exceed 100,000, 35 million...

In today's Qing Dynasty, that would be one-third of the population.

No wonder Yinreng hated the Japanese so much.

His eyes fell on Yinreng's face and he found that there was murderous intent between his eyebrows.

Kangxi had never seen Yinreng like this before.

"Oh, you haven't experienced it, so you probably can't understand the hatred that goes deep into your bones. The Japanese invaders have only been on this continent for seven or eight years, and the 'Outline of National History' was almost promulgated."

Yinreng stared at Kangxi with red eyes and asked,

"Do you know what the Outline of National History is?"

At this moment, Kangxi even dared not look directly at Yinreng.

"It's a national will!"

Kangxi felt like he was falling into an icy cave.

The room fell into a long silence, and Yinreng tried hard to calm himself.

He looked out the window at the scorching sun and suddenly grinned.

"Now the Japanese have no chance of invading again. After I die, I will leave behind a plan to control Japan, so that the Japanese will crawl under the feet of the people of the Qing Dynasty for generations to come, and they will never be able to rise again!"