"Bang—!"
Zhao Xu slammed the History of the Two Songs onto the floor.
His mouth hung wide open, his chest heaving violently as the world spun around him. He had nearly been angered into passing out on the spot!
As an emperor of great ambition, one determined to leave his name in history, his greatest lifelong wish had been to strengthen his army and recover the Yanyun Sixteen Prefectures, lost for centuries since the Han and Tang dynasties.
He wanted to drive the Jin, the Tibetan Empire, and every barbarian coveting the land of Huaxia back to the desolate grasslands north of the Gobi!
But even if someone beat him to death, he never would have imagined it!
The mighty empire he had painstakingly built would have its capital gates trampled to pieces by barbarian cavalry less than thirty years after his death!
Though the history book later recorded that Southern Song had joined forces with the Mongols to utterly annihilate the Jin Dynasty, with carnage even more horrific than that suffered by Northern Song, even so, the humiliation of Jingkang still left the proud Zhao Xu in such agony that he simply could not accept it!
Zhao Xu's eyes were bloodshot.
He violently kicked over the solid wooden desk before him and roared hysterically at the Imperial Guards outside the door.
"Guards!!!"
"Go tie up that beast, Prince Duan Zhao Ji, and bring him to me!!!"
Prince Duan Zhao Ji had been drinking himself into a daze at the banquet in the front courtyard when he suddenly received a verbal decree from the emperor's attendant.
He did not dare delay in the slightest. With unsteady steps, he hurried after the young eunuch to the secluded study.
Zhao Ji respectfully performed a deep bow. Raising his head, he asked