Alas for my Han people, their traditional attire has been lost.

"Keep your hair, lose your head; keep your head, lose your hair!"

These ten words, carrying the coldness of a razor and the bloodthirst of a butcher's knife, spread throughout all realms and time through the celestial canopy.

In an instant, all of time and space fell into a deathly silence.

Immediately following was a surge of overwhelming rage!

The Forbidden City of the Ming Dynasty.

Emperor Chongzhen was already heartbroken by the fall of his country and the loss of his family, but when he heard these words, his lifeless eyes suddenly burst forth with endless hatred and sorrow!

He seemed to see how those beasts in human skin used their butcher knives to force his people to shave off the topknots that represented the Chinese heritage and wear the humiliating rag doll tails.

Our bodies, hair, and skin are given to us by our parents; we dare not damage them. This is the beginning of filial piety!

This is a belief that has been ingrained in the bones of every Han Chinese since ancient times!

Shaving your head is more than just changing your hairstyle.

That is a betrayal of our ancestors!

It is a trampling on human dignity!

This is a blatant insult to the entire Chinese civilization!

"You beast...you beast!!!"

Emperor Chongzhen let out a heart-wrenching roar. At this moment, the emperor had lost all his composure and was filled only with the purest grief and indignation of a Han Chinese man!

The Great Han Dynasty, Weiyang Palace.

Emperor Wu of Han, Liu Che, suddenly stood up, and the sword at his waist emitted a humming sound as if it longed to drink blood.

His gaze seemed to pierce through time and space, seeing the mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

"The topknot is the glory of our Han soldiers when they go to war!"

"The crown is the dignity that makes every Chinese man stand in this world!"

"These mere barbarians dare... dare to force us, the descendants of the Chinese people, to live in such humiliation?!"

"This hatred is irreconcilable!"

The Great Tang Dynasty, Taiji Hall.

Li Shimin's face was ashen. He looked at his towering hair and the crown that represented the majesty of the emperor in the mirror, and an indescribable anger burned in his internal organs.

"Wei Zheng!"

"Your subject is here!"

"Tell me, if there is a foreign enemy who wants to shave the heads of my Tang subjects and make them wear dog and sheep ornaments, what should I do?"

Without the slightest hesitation, Wei Zheng banged his head on the ground, his voice booming like a bell!

"Your Majesty! Better to die a glorious death than live a shameful life!"

"A man of the Great Tang Dynasty can die standing, but will never live on his knees!"

"Excellent!" Li Shimin slammed his hand on the dragon throne. "This is the true spirit of China!"

His gaze turned to the sky, filled with endless sorrow and anger.

What kind of hell did the descendants go through to be forced to that point?

Above the sky, Zhu Dijun's voice was like a cuckoo weeping blood.

"For this order, they committed countless horrific massacres!"

"The Three Massacres of Jiading! The Eighty-One Days of Jiangyin! The Ten Days of Yangzhou!"

Each place name that came out of Zhu Dijun's mouth represented a hell on earth.

The scene then changes.

It was no longer an abstract description, but a series of tragic scenes drawn by later generations based on historical materials.

In Yangzhou, a Qing soldier pounced on a mother holding her child like a wolf. The mother desperately tried to protect her hair bun, but her head was chopped off with a single blow. The child was then impaled through the heart by another Qing soldier with a spear!

In Jiading City, countless people who refused to shave their heads were driven to the riverbank and slaughtered in droves, turning the river water a shocking crimson red!

In Jiangyin City, the entire city's soldiers and civilians, led by the magistrate Yan Yingyuan, defended the city for eighty-one days. On the day the city fell, not a single person surrendered! Only fifty-three people survived in the city!

"I leave behind this hair and skin, accumulated over the past three hundred years, to meet the late emperor in the afterlife!"

Zhu Dijun read aloud the oath of the people of Jiangyin, his voice choked with emotion.

"They sacrificed the lives of 100,000 people to preserve the last vestige of dignity for the Han people's clothing and customs!"

At this moment, countless people across all realms and timelines were moved to tears.

What they saw was not cold words, but living, breathing compatriots with backbone and dignity, defending the flame of civilization with their lives and blood!

As Zhu Yuanzhang watched those scenes, his eyes filled with tears. He seemed to see himself leading the Red Turban Army to drive out the Mongol Yuan dynasty.

"Well done...they're all our good children and grandchildren!"

"We would rather die than surrender! That's the true blood of the Han people!"

His gaze then shifted to the pig-head statues, filled with boundless killing intent.

He will remember this blood debt!

In the timeline of the Mite Clearing, Emperor Kangxi and Emperor Qianlong were completely paralyzed on their dragon thrones.

The Ten Deaths in Yangzhou? The Three Massacres of Jiading?

Kang Mazi felt dizzy and disoriented.

His scandalous deeds are known to all, and it's hard to imagine what level of rebellion will break out, or how much more those unruly people will resist.

The land beneath his feet, the crown he wears, is soaked in the blood of tens of millions of Han people!

All his literary and military achievements seem so pale and laughable in the face of the five words "Keep your hair or lose your head"!

"My...my glorious era..."

On the other side, in the Qing Gaozong era...

Emperor Qianlong muttered to himself, his pretentious face contorted beyond recognition.

How much of his proud "Ten Great Military Achievements" was actually used to suppress Han Chinese who refused to submit?

How many records of these massacres did he delete or alter in his compilation of the Siku Quanshu? How many defiant words did he destroy?

Where is this a prosperous era?

This is a huge and magnificent prison built on lies and bloodshed!

"This is your 'great achievement'!"

Judy Jun's voice pulled them back to reality from their breakdown.

He walked up to the pig's head engraved with "Kangxi" and "Qianlong," his disdain almost palpable.

"You think it's over after the massacre?"

"No! The destruction of the body is only the first step! The castration of the spirit is your most vicious method!"

"Kang Mazi! Hong Xiaosi!"

Zhu Dijun called him by his first name!

"You two, one hailed as the 'Greatest Emperor of All Time,' and the other proclaimed yourself the 'Perfect Emperor,' your reign of over a hundred years is known in history as the 'Kangxi and Qianlong Era'?"

"Bullshit!"

Judy spat on the two pig-head statues.

"Your golden age is a golden age of literary inquisition!"

"It's a golden age that stifles thought!"

"It is a nation that has transformed China from an open, enterprising, and infinitely creative people into a numb, submissive, and servile society that only knows how to kowtow."

World! "

"You have destroyed countless ancient texts and distorted countless historical truths! Anything detrimental to your 'Wild Boar Skin' rule, anything praising the spirit of the Han people, is to be banned and destroyed!"

"The breeze doesn't know how to read, so why does it randomly turn the pages of the book?" Such a simple line of poetry could lead to the execution of the entire family!

"You have used this oppressive terror to flatten the spines of scholars and silence the voices of the people!"

"This is your 'golden age'!"

"A 'golden age' that led Chinese civilization from world leadership to stagnation, then to complete backwardness, ultimately resulting in a century of national humiliation!"

"You are neither some great emperor of all time, nor some perfect old man!"

Zhu Dijun pointed at the two pig heads and pronounced the verdict, word by word.

"You are the historical sinners who have extinguished the last vestige of the spirit and vitality of the Chinese nation!"