Thirteen Years as King in the Song Dynasty, Only Then Do I Know It’s Tianlong

After traveling to become the eighth son of Emperor Shenzong of Song and younger brother of Emperor Zhezong, Zhao Ti is a little troubled. At present, twelve years have passed since the campaign against Western Xia by the five routes, and less than a year remains before Grand Empress Dowager Gao Taohou passes away.

Seven years later, Zhezong will die, and Empress Dowager Xian will strongly push for Prince Duan to inherit the throne, the future Emperor Huizong, the Daoist Lord Emperor. In another twenty-seven years, the bandit-ruler Song Jiang will rise in rebellion.

In another twenty-eight years, Fang La and the Mingjiao will launch their uprising in Jiangnan. In another thirty-three years, the Jurchen Jin army will march south. In another thirty-four years, Bianjing will fall, the two emperors will be taken captive north, and countless royal clan members will die or be wounded alongside them.

Facing danger at every step, Zhao Ti painstakingly plans. Is it the Chenqiao mutiny, or the candle shadow and axe sound? Is it a fabricated Golden Tray Oath, or leaving Bianjing before the Jurchen invasion to gather troops under the pretext of events there?

Zhao Ti feels that none of it is easy, and schemes and calculates carefully for the future. But one day, he suddenly hears the words “South Murong, North Qiao Feng,” and is shocked into a black-question-mark face. I have schemed for thirteen years, and you are telling me this is The Eight Legions?

In this year, the master of the Sunflower Manual has reached the end of his lifespan and returned to emptiness. In this year, the creator of the Nine Yin Manual serves as an official in the southeast. In this year, the current leader of the Ming Cult is practicing the Heavenly Demonic Reinforcement, only to go mad from qi deviation.

In this year, the Sword Demon Dugu Qiubai is still a mischievous child. In this year, Brother Eagle takes flight from the steppe and beats his wings into the sky. In this year, Zhao Ti is sixteen and slips out of the capital in secret. In Wuliang Mountain, the moonlight shines bright on jade walls.

In Mantuo Villa, peach blossoms redden human faces. “Miss Wang, you wouldn’t want your cousin to suffer some misfortune and have no hope of restoring his kingdom, would you?” Zhao Ti lightly waves his folding fan and says this languidly. Also known as: The Great Song and the Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber, starting with the practice of the Sunflower Manual.