Chapter 201 The King Who Lost His Country 1

Yao Rong was reading a history book.

The history book was very thick. However,

the content of the page Yao Rong was reading was very simple.

It was so simple that only a few paragraphs engraved the end of a dynasty and condensed the life of a person.

This dynasty was called Daye.

This person was the king of Daye, Nanli.

"Why are you showing me this?" Yao Rong closed the pages of the book, stroked the spine with her fingertips, and asked the system softly.

After the last mission was completed, she gave herself a month off. After the vacation, she returned to the Space-Time Administration. As soon as she sat down to drink a cup of tea and watered the pots of plants she kept in the lounge, the system sent her this history book.

[You should be able to guess it, right? 】

"I'm just a little surprised. You used to release the mission directly, but this time you actually revealed the mission content to me in advance."

[This mission is a bit complicated, and you must communicate with the host in advance. ]

Yao Rong said with interest: "Tell me about it in detail."

[The target of this mission is Nan Li. Nan Li's biological mother died before he was born. ]

"So I will become a ghost?" Just like the last supernatural world.

[There are no ghosts in the mission world. According to the relevant regulations of the Space-Time Administration, you cannot enter this mission world in the form of a ghost. ]

Yao Rong raised his eyebrows slightly: "Then how should I complete the mission?"

The system coughed softly and threw the question back to Yao Rong: [This is what you need to worry about. ]

Yao Rong: "..."

The system was obviously also guilty, and said weakly: [Because of the special nature of this mission, the host has the right to reject this mission. However... you, the host, also know the situation of our department...】

Their department is a newly established department. Although a lot of taskers have been discovered recently, the performance of these taskers can only be described as average.

Only Yao Rong has a "perfect" rating for all tasks.

If even Yao Rong thinks that this task is difficult and does not intend to take it, then this task can only be temporarily shelved.

Until one day in the future, there is a new tasker who is competent, it may be restarted.

However, the biggest possibility is that it will be shelved forever.

This kind of situation is not uncommon in the Spacetime Administration Bureau. Excellent taskers are always hard to find.

"Why are you feeling guilty?" Yao Rong teased the system enough and chuckled, "I didn't say I wouldn't take this task."

The system was surprised: [Really! ? 】

"Really."

Yao Rong lowered her eyes and glanced at the history book again.

Now that she has seen it, she can't just do nothing.

The system did not give her any time to hesitate and regret, and immediately transmitted the plot and memory to the past -

this is an ancient world.

The original body was born in a general family. She was the only girl in the family and was loved by her father and brothers since she was a child.

Later, an imperial decree made her the emperor's concubine.

The original body was not favored, but for the sake of her father and brother, she was promoted smoothly all the way, and after she became pregnant, she was canonized as Zhao Fei.

When the original body was seven months pregnant, foreign tribes invaded the border. Her father, eldest brother and second brother were all killed in the battle, and her younger brother's whereabouts were unknown.

Just when the original body was grieving over the sacrifice of her father and brother, news came back that the failure of the battle was due to her brother's greed for merit and recklessness. In order to save her brother, her father and two brothers rushed to support him, but they fell into the enemy's trap and all 30,000 elite soldiers under their command were killed by the enemy.

The emperor was furious and revoked the posthumous titles for the original body's father and brother. He also transferred his anger to the original body and punished the original body by confining her to the palace.

The original body did not believe that her father and brother would do such a thing, and it was even more impossible for her to watch her father and brother die and bear the curse. She ignored the confinement order, forced her way out of the palace, knelt outside the study, and begged the emperor to thoroughly investigate the case and clear her father and brother's name.

However, the emperor thought that she was taking advantage of her pregnancy to do whatever she wanted, so he took away her position as a concubine in a rage and sent her to the cold palace.

On the night she entered the cold palace, her belly started to move.

Without a midwife or a royal doctor, she couldn't give birth to the child after a whole day and night.

With her last breath, she handed the dagger to the palace maid who served her closely, and asked her to cut open her belly and take out the child after she died.

If the child can survive, let the child live well.

If the child can't survive, let the child leave the world with her.

I don't know whether it was luck or misfortune, but this premature child, who had been wandering in the gates of hell for a long time, actually survived.

But his birth was so unclear.

After hearing this, the emperor frowned in disgust and completely forgot about the child, not even willing to give him a name.

This third child without a name, as if forgotten by everyone, grew up in the poorest corner of the palace.

He had never been enlightened by a great scholar, did not understand any great principles, and only learned to read under the instruction of an old eunuch.

He had never learned any martial arts, and even injured his physical foundation from years of starvation and freezing.

However, such an ordinary person was helped to the throne by the Grand Tutor Ji Yushan after a palace coup.

From then on, he finally did not have to starve and freeze, and also had his own name: Nan Li.

But, what is an emperor?

No one had ever taught him how to be an emperor.

No one told him what the responsibility of a monarch was.

He was just a puppet manipulated by others.

When he was sixteen, the Grand Tutor Ji Yushan gave him some power under pressure from public opinion.

With this hard-earned power, he only did three things -

the first was to posthumously confer a title on his mother and move her tomb into the imperial mausoleum.

The second was to summon the best painters in the country to paint a portrait of his mother.

The third thing was to demolish the cold palace and build a three-story palace in the cold palace area, named Zhaixing Palace.

When Zhaixing Palace was being built bit by bit, the rebel army that was fighting against the imperial tutor Ji Yushan also marched towards Kyoto step by step.

On the day when the palace was completed, the army arrived at the city.

Ji Yushan broke into the palace and wanted to take the emperor to escape to the north, but was captured by the emperor.

Then, the emperor drew his sword.

The young emperor, who always gave people the impression of being cowardly and incompetent, was so decisive in his first move. The emperor's sword, which had always been used only for decoration, was drawn for the first time and swung at the powerful minister who had controlled the government for many years.

The sword fell and blood rose.

This arrogant and ambitious powerful minister fell in front of everyone.

Everyone was stunned.

Nan Li's face was stained with blood. He asked the subdued guards: "Ji Yushan is dead. Will you surrender or not?"

The guards said nothing.

Nan Li swung his sword again.

He killed three guards in a row. The last guard bowed his head and expressed his willingness to be loyal to Nan Li.

Nan Li cut off Ji Yushan's head with his own hands and threw it to the guard. He ordered the people around him: "I heard that the leader of the rebel army is very talented. Wherever the army passes, the people are not harmed. He looks like a wise leader."

"The banner he has been waving all the way is to punish the traitors and purge the emperor. You take Ji Yushan's head to surrender, and then open the city gate to welcome the rebel army into the city. Don't let the soldiers make fearless sacrifices."

"And those ministers who are loyal to Daye may commit suicide to preserve their integrity after Daye's demise, or they may not be willing to serve two dynasties alone. Relay my words to them: they don't have to go to such lengths for Daye, and the people of this world still need them to remain useful."

The people around him asked in astonishment: The rebels have entered the city, and arrangements have been made for the people, soldiers, and ministers. How should the emperor deal with it?

Nan Li did not answer, but took out an imperial edict that had been prepared long ago from his arms and handed it over: "After the rebels enter the city, if they can really not harm the people in the city, after three days, you will present this imperial edict to the leader of the rebels and tell the world that I voluntarily abdicate. After my death, I will never allow anyone to raise troops and cause chaos under the banner of me and the Daye royal family."

How should the emperor deal with it?

The emperor didn't need to be alone, because Nan Li's arrangement didn't leave him any chance to survive.

The people around him were horrified and knelt down to beg Nan Li to take back his order, asking him to change his clothes and run away quickly.

"How many people will lose their lives if I run away?" Nan Li put down the imperial edict, threw away the emperor's sword, took off the emperor's crown, and removed the black crown. "If I die, how many disputes will be settled?"

He took off all the things that could symbolize the emperor's status, walked out of the palace slowly, and walked through the blood and fire palace alone, climbing to the highest point of the Zhaixing Palace.

This is the high-rise building he supervised and built, and it is also the burial place he chose for himself.

The wind was blowing, the moon was hanging high, and Nan Li ended his short 20-year life with a blazing fire, and also ended Daye's 150-year rule.

…

The history book in his arms suddenly caught fire.

The heat of the flames made Yao Rong unconsciously let go of his hands.

The history book rolled to the ground.

The words on the book were burned bit by bit. It was as if a hand was erasing the history.

A wind blew from afar, blowing away the history book that had been burned to ashes. Through the scattered ashes, Yao Rong saw the palace with the plaque "Zhaixing Palace" and the young man in black clothes in the firelight.

He stood at the highest point of Zhaixing Palace, stretched out his hand over the railing, as if he wanted to touch the moon in the sky. But the moon was too far away. He couldn't pick the stars in Zhaixing Palace, let alone touch the moon. Only the lonely moonlight enveloped him.

"After six years on the throne, I still haven't learned how to be a good emperor."

"The only thing I can do for the people of this world is to end the dynasty in advance with my death."

"Perhaps from the beginning, I shouldn't have survived..."

The gears of fate turned again, and the long river of time quickly flowed backwards.

When the last ash, along with the flames, disappeared from Yao Rong's sight, the history that had long been frozen in the years finally got a chance to be rewritten.

[Ding, the plot has been transmitted. Mission: Save the third prince and rewrite the chaotic world. ]

[The system detects that Daye's current luck value is 10. Please act as soon as possible. ]

***

The weeds are thick and the red walls are decaying.

This palace named "Changxin Palace" is located in the northwest corner of the imperial palace. It is the most deserted and desolate place in the entire imperial palace.

Compared with the name Changxin Palace, it has another name that is more well-known.

That is the cold palace.

In October, the weather gradually turned cooler, and the wild persimmon tree in the corner of the wall had a lot of red fruits.

A man in his early teens, who looked between a child and a teenager, was lying on the tree.

He was wearing a gray cotton robe that didn't fit him well and exposed a part of his ankles. While stretching out his hand to pick persimmons, he whispered: "This one is for Guisheng, this one is for Que'er, and this one is mine..."

Just when his fingers were about to reach the persimmons, the door of Changxin Palace was pushed open from the outside with a "creaky" sound, and a palace maid walked in with a bit of joy on her face.

"Que'er, ahem, why did you take so long?"

The sickly old eunuch heard the noise and walked out of the house, holding on to the wall, trembling with every step.

Looking at Que'er's empty hands, the old eunuch was stunned and said anxiously: "Didn't I ask you to go to the Ministry of Internal Affairs to get something? Could it be that the people in the Ministry of Internal Affairs have withheld your supplies again?"

The joy on Que'er's face faded: "Eunuch Gui, I forgot."

Guisheng's face pulled, and just as he was about to get angry, he heard Que'er say righteously: "Eunuch Gui, I am no longer a member of Changxin Palace. The head nanny has agreed to transfer me to Concubine Li to be a maid."

"Don't blame me, you and I know the situation of Changxin Palace very well."

"The little stuff distributed by the Ministry of Internal Affairs can't even support the Third Prince. I'm still young and I have to plan for myself. You are willing to stay here and take care of the Third Prince for the rest of his life, but I don't."

After saying this, the palace maid walked past Guisheng into the hall, and soon came out carrying a bag that had been packed long ago, and walked away.

Gui was so angry that his eyes went dark, and he almost fell to the ground because he couldn't catch his breath, but the life in the cold palace for so many years finally wore out his temper. He took a few deep breaths, forced himself to swallow the sorrow and anger in his chest, and dragged his long-ill body to the Ministry of Internal Affairs.

The weather was getting colder and colder, and Changxin Palace was short of everything. If the prince couldn't get the supplies for the winter this time, he would suffer.

The child who was lying quietly on the tree finally moved.

He took out the persimmon that was originally intended to be reserved for Que'er, wiped the dust off the skin with his sleeve casually, and began to chew it with the skin and meat.

"You said you would stay with me forever and take good care of me until I grow up... It turns out you were just lying... It's good this way, there's one less person to share persimmons with me, so I don't have to worry about not having enough persimmons this year."

The persimmon skin was bitter and astringent, and it was bitter from the tongue to the bottom of his heart. He was so bitter that his whole face wrinkled, and he said angrily: "What's wrong with the persimmons this year? Why are they not sweet at all! Even persimmons want to bully me!"

The cold palace was deep and quiet. Even if he shouted louder, he would not attract any attention, let alone get any response. But this time, the moment he finished speaking, a strange voice echoed in his mind.

[Ding, host conditions detected to be consistent]

He was slightly stunned and looked around, looking for the source of the sound.

[System starts binding]

He rubbed his ears and said in surprise: "There is no one... Who is talking?"

[Countdown 3, 2, 1...]

[System completes binding and starts scanning host data]

[Name: None

Gender: Male

Age: 12 (actual age 13)

Identity: Third Prince of Daye

IQ: 130 (You are a genius in the true sense)

Martial arts qualifications: 85 (full score 100, rare in the world, but it seems that your physical foundation is damaged)

Wise ruler value: 0 (Currently you do not have any conditions to become a wise ruler)

Skills: None (It seems that you are truly zero foundation)

Points: 0]

When the last data fell, the original cold mechanical system sound was replaced by a gentle and smiling female voice:

[Host, hello, I am your wise ruler training system. ]