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Chapter 5 Lü Bu – Greetings, Adoptive Father! The Celestial Screen Plays: Lü Bu Kills His Father!

Kangxi dedicated his life to diligent governance, working tirelessly. He abolished the Three Feudatories, personally led campaigns against Galdan, reclaimed Taiwan, and prioritized national policies that focused on stability and the well-being of the people.

It could be said that he laid the foundation for a prosperous era. But now, he was being told that the Qing Dynasty had fallen?

The aging Kangxi nearly lost his footing and almost fell off his horse. Beside him, the young Qianlong, Hongli, spoke timidly, “Grandfather Emperor, you are the greatest warrior of the Qing Dynasty. Under your leadership, our empire will only grow stronger!”

The future Yongzheng Emperor, Yinzhen, quickly pulled Hongli aside and told him to be quiet.

“Father Emperor Hongli is young and ignorant. Please forgive his offense!”

“Hongli, hurry and kneel before your grandfather emperor and apologize!”

But Kangxi stopped him and helped Hongli up.

“It’s fine.”

“Hongli, you called me the greatest warrior of the Qing Dynasty? I have bestowed this title upon many before, but no one has ever said it about me. And the greatest warrior, no less! Good, good!”

With that, he pulled Hongli onto the horse and rode away. Little did Kangxi know that this very boy, Hongli, would one day become the main culprit behind the Qing Dynasty’s downfall—Emperor Qianlong.

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“The last feudal dynasty, the Qing, has truly fallen?”

Qianlong slumped into his throne, unable to accept it. As the one responsible for the downfall, he had always thought highly of himself. Ji Xiaolan and Heshen stood beside him, unsure of how to console their master.

How could they cheer him up?

Write a poem?

Stamp some calligraphy?

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The frail Puyi stared at the sky screen, adjusting his gold-rimmed glasses. Tears streamed down his face.

“Forefathers, I have failed you! I am the emperor who lost the nation, the emperor who ended it all!”

Puyi was truly a relic of a bygone era. Even the most brilliant and capable rulers, if born into a collapsing dynasty, could not stop the tides of history or save a crumbling empire.

In this regard, Puyi was far less fortunate than his ancestor Qianlong, who had at least enjoyed a carefree life.

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Ying Zheng (Qin Shi Huang) was momentarily stunned upon seeing the fall of the final feudal dynasty.

“What does this mean!?”

“Does this mean my great Qin has truly perished? And even if my Qin has fallen, could it be that the imperial system itself has collapsed?”

No emperors in the future?

No dynasties ruling the land?

Wouldn’t that throw the world into complete chaos?

If not the emperor, then who would rule the world?

Zhao Gao, always the sycophant, spoke in his sharp voice,

“Your Majesty, this is a great fortune!”

Ying Zheng: “?”

“From this mystical sky screen, it is clear that the future must have entered the realm of immortality. And if it is the immortal realm, naturally, a Heavenly Emperor will govern all.

The Heavenly Emperor would never allow mortal dynasties to exist, which means, Your Majesty, you were correct all along!

The Three Immortal Islands across the sea—they must become the sacred lands where immortals rule over mortals!”

Ying Zheng was stunned for a moment but then grew excited again.

“Yes! Summon Xu Fu immediately and have him set sail at once!”

Ying Zheng was overjoyed—there must be immortals on those islands!

Li Si glanced at Zhao Gao, rolling his eyes.

Always flattering, huh?

An emperor obsessed with immortality was a disaster for the empire.

And yet, here you are, feeding his delusions!

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Mongol cavalry swept across the land, conquering 13.72 million square kilometers.].

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The mighty Genghis Khan, a warrior of unparalleled strength, rose abruptly from his throne.

“Mongolia? So my descendants established the Yuan Dynasty? And their empire was the largest?”

His sharp eyes gleamed, exuding an aura of absolute dominance. Then, he let out a hearty laugh.

“Umu! My descendants are indeed unmatched warriors of the steppe!”

Yelü Chucai laughed alongside him.

“Hahaha! Congratulations, Great Khan! Neither Qin Shi Huang nor Emperor Wu of Han could compare to your achievements!”

“Indeed! The Great Khan’s name will echo through history!”

“The Great Khan’s name will echo through history!”

His officials all cheered in unison. As they celebrated, Mongol cavalry thundered across Europe, each swing of their gleaming blades claiming the heads of foreign warriors.

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“My Yuan Dynasty stands supreme throughout history! Hahaha!”

Kublai Khan downed his cup of kumis in one swift gulp, his laughter filled with pride and satisfaction.

His ministers all rose, congratulating their ruler, the hall filled with jubilant voices.

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“The barbarians rule the land!?”

In the Qin Dynasty, Ying Zheng hurled his golden goblet to the ground, his face contorted with fury.

He nearly coughed up blood.

“The Yuan Dynasty? Mongol cavalry?”

In all his years of conquest, he had encountered a northern tribe called the Mongols.

“How could the dragon lineage of China fall into the hands of barbarians?

What were my successors doing?”

“Montian, prepare the troops! We march east to annihilate these savages!”

Li Si quickly stepped forward.

“Your Majesty, we cannot rush into war against the northern tribes.

The six former states still harbor resentment, and the south remains unstable. We must first secure our land before we march against the Mongols!”

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Li Shimin (Emperor Taizong of Tang) shot up from his throne.

Cheng Yaojin scowled, “Your Majesty, those Mongols are just a band of nomadic brutes, living off the land like wild beasts!

And they dare to claim dominion over our land!?”

Qin Shubao and Yuchi Jingde stepped forward.

“Your Majesty, we request permission to lead an army and crush them!”

Li Shimin nodded.

“Do not return until Mongolia is destroyed!”

Although Chancellor Zhangsun Wuji had some concerns, he chose to remain silent.

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Zhu Yuanzhang smirked, his sharp eyes filled with disdain.

“First place? So what?

Genghis Khan? So what?”

“Didn’t we wipe them out?”

“Do they think I got the name ‘Zhu Yuan’ (Exterminator of Yuan) for nothing?

I am the true heir of destiny!

The Ming Dynasty is the rightful ruler of China!”

Zhu Di handed him a report, smiling.

“Father, history is already set. What matters is the future.”

Zhu Yuanzhang gazed deeply at his son.

My child, you have finally grown.

“Father, history is written, but the future is unwritten. If we work together, the Ming Dynasty will surely achieve unprecedented greatness!”

“Mark, you have matured as well!”

Zhu Yuanzhang nodded, satisfied.

With his sons united, the Ming Dynasty would reach new heights.

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Lin Ming scrolled through his phone. Due to the algorithm’s recommendations, the next video was…

As these clips played on the sky screen—

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The imposing Lü Bu strode into the tent, carrying a bloodstained bundle. With a triumphant smirk, he tossed it before Dong Zhuo.

Dong Zhuo, upon seeing Lü Bu and the package, immediately realized Lü Bu had slain Ding Yuan. His initial shock quickly turned to joy.

“Hahahaha!”

He rose excitedly.

“With you by my side, my path to the throne is assured!”

Lü Bu knelt.

“I have wandered for years without a worthy master. If you will have me, I wish to call you father!”

Dong Zhuo was overjoyed.

Just then, the sky screen changed.

Dong Zhuo: “?”

Lü Bu: “?”