Chapter 71
A Traitor to the Nation
The scene on the ceiling shifted to a darker exhibition hall.
On the wall hung rows of black and white photographs.
Those photos captured what hell looks like.
Houses burned to charcoal, mountains of corpses, Chinese prisoners of war used as targets for bayonet practice by the Japanese army...
But what is most chilling is a set of photos about women.
Their faces were filled with terror, numbness, and humiliation.
Zhu Dijun's voice was so low it sounded like it was dripping blood.
"In this catastrophe, our female compatriots suffered the most brutal abuse."
"According to statistics, more than 20,000, or even more, Chinese women were insulted and tortured to death by the Japanese army."
"From teenage girls to women in their seventies and eighties, no one was spared."
"They even...even after the assault, they cut open the pregnant woman's stomach and used a bayonet to rip out the fetus for their own amusement..."
"..."
Dead silence.
Absolute silence.
In this moment, all sounds vanished from the myriad realms of time and space.
Whether emperors and generals or ordinary people, everyone's mind went blank because of this description.
Cesarean section... baby picking... for amusement...
This is not war.
This is not a massacre.
This is the evil that the devil has committed among mankind!
"ah--!"
In the Kunning Palace of the Ming Dynasty, Empress Ma let out a shrill scream. This virtuous empress was now pale, trembling all over, her eyes filled with terror and tears.
She was a woman, a mother! She couldn't imagine that such inhumane things could exist in the world!
Zhu Yuanzhang rushed over and embraced his wife, who was on the verge of fainting. Tears streamed down his weathered face.
"Girl...girl..."
He wanted to comfort her, but found himself unable to say anything. He could only hold her tightly with his hands, which were covered in blood and dirt.
A violent killing intent had accumulated to its limit in his chest.
He wanted to kill! He wanted to torture those beasts to death, one by one!
Empress Zhangsun of the Tang Dynasty was also in tears, covering her mouth to stop herself from crying out loud.
Li Shimin stood beside her, his face so gloomy it could drip water.
His hand was pressed tightly against his sword, the veins on the back of his hand bulging.
The majesty of the Heavenly Khan was utterly shattered at this moment.
What remains is a husband's heartache for his wife, a father's worry for his daughter, and a king's fury at his own powerlessness!
Just as this grief and indignation was about to engulf all of time and space, Zhu Dijun suddenly changed his tone, adding a layer of cold contempt to his anger.
"However, family members, ancestors, do you believe that this disaster was merely caused by external enemies?"
"No!"
"What's more hateful than an external enemy is a traitor within our own ranks!"
"While these beasts were slaughtering indiscriminately on our land, the last emperor of China actually chose to collude with them!"
Above the sky, a photo of a young man wearing a dragon robe, but who looked thin and wretched, appeared.
He wore round-framed glasses, his eyes darting around, showing no trace of imperial bearing.
Aisin-Gioro Puyi
The last emperor of the Qing Dynasty, Emperor Kangde of the puppet state of Manchukuo.
Zhu Dijun's voice was filled with undisguised contempt and anger.
"He was Puyi, the last emperor of the Qing Dynasty!"
"For his ridiculous dream of becoming emperor, he didn't hesitate to betray his country and establish the Japanese puppet state of 'Manchukuo'!"
"He handed over the beautiful land of our three northeastern provinces without a second thought!"
"He watched helplessly as those beasts used our Northeast as a base to launch a full-scale war of aggression against China!"
"He is a traitor to our nation! He is the greatest disgrace to the Aisin Gioro family!"
"The Qing Dynasty Socialist Party, with him at its core, is unforgivable and must be executed by slow slicing!"
boom!!!!!!
If the previous anger was a shared hatred of a foreign enemy, then...
So the anger at this moment is a raging fire of betrayal, shame and disgust!
Mite Clearing Time and Space.
Inside the Forbidden City, Emperor Kangxi, who was surveying the country, saw Puyi on the sky and heard Zhu Dijun's explanation. He was struck dumb, as if by lightning.
Emperor Qianlong, standing beside him, turned deathly pale, and the teacup in his hand crashed to the ground with a loud "crack," shattering into pieces.
"You beast!!!"
On Kangxi's majestic face, muscles contorted, and his steel teeth nearly shattered!
"How could my Aisin Gioro family... how could such a traitorous and disloyal beast have emerged from our family!"
He recalled his glorious military exploits in the past, including personally leading the expedition against Galdan, quelling the Three Feudatories, and expanding the territory!
He thought of his lifelong dedication and the vast empire he had built for the Qing Dynasty!
But his descendants actually... actually treated their ancestors' legacy as a mere gift to fawn over the Japanese pirates?!
"puff--"
Emperor Kangxi felt a sweet taste in his throat, and a mouthful of blood gushed out, staining the imperial desk in front of him red!
"Father!" A pile of hemp grass scared the baby out of its wits.
Qianlong's Time and Space
Emperor Qianlong was trembling with rage. Pointing at Puyi on the sky, he cursed loudly:
"All my military prowess! All my glorious empire! And this is the kind of thing I've nurtured?!"
"I...I wish I could strangle this unfilial descendant with my own hands!"
Meanwhile, emperors from other timelines directed their anger and contempt towards the Qing Dynasty.
Zhu Yuanzhang, the first emperor of the Ming Dynasty, was stunned, then burst into a deafening laugh, a laugh filled with both pleasure and cruelty.
"Hahaha! Good! Great!"
"We'll tell you! We'll tell you these Tartars are unreliable!"
"Expel the barbarians and restore China! We were right back then! They are not of the Chinese race to the core!"
"Fourth son! Did you see that? This is your father's foresight!"
Zhu Di remained silent, but the contempt in his eyes said it all.
"Great Han," Liu Che snorted coldly.
"Those who are not of our kind will surely have different hearts! The ancients were indeed right!"
At this moment, the name Aisin-Gioro Puyi was forever nailed to the pillar of historical shame.
He is not only a sinner against the nation.
He has become a traitor despised by all time and all Chinese ancestors!