"I dreamt of the downfall of my great Han Dynasty...!"

"What...."

Everyone was shocked. How could the Emperor of Han dream of such a thing?

"However... what pains me most is not the fall of the Han Dynasty, but the suffering endured by future generations..."

Ignoring the astonished looks of the crowd, Liu Hong vividly described to everyone present the various events that the Han dynasty had encountered in later generations, as well as the scenes in his dream.

(I won't list them all here, I'm really afraid of censorship!!)

When Liu Hong recounted the Jiankang Massacre, everyone in the hall had red eyes and their lips trembled uncontrollably.

Only now did they understand why the emperor had been so grief-stricken and indignant. Each and every one of those events was like a sharp blade, piercing their hearts.

No one doubted the authenticity of the events described by the emperor, because it would have been impossible to describe them so clearly without firsthand experience.

Everyone was convinced that this was a warning from heaven, something that was very likely to happen in the future.

Thinking of this, everyone felt as if they had been struck by a heavy hammer, and their breathing became increasingly difficult.

"Why has it come to this? What have we, the descendants of Yan and Huang, done wrong? Must we, their descendants, really suffer so much?"

Just as everyone in the hall was enveloped in a somber and oppressive atmosphere, Situ Hu Guang couldn't help but let out a mournful cry.

At this moment, Hu Guang knelt on the ground, looking up at the sky with tears in his eyes.

Hu Guang's questioning brought tears to the eyes of everyone in the hall.

Liu Hong got up, walked slowly to Hu Guang, and then helped him up.

Then Liu Hong looked at the grief-stricken crowd and said in a deep voice, "After much thought, I finally understand that it all stems from one word... weakness!"