"Your Highness, Your Highness? Wake up, you should get up!"
"Hmm…Hmm? Where am I?"
In the Eastern Palace of the Southern Song Dynasty, the eight-year-old Crown Prince Zhao Fu rubbed his eyes with his chubby hands and opened them.
What greeted his eyes was a palace in ancient costume, decorated magnificently. A luxurious silk curtain was wrapped around the head of the bed, and a thin brocade with dragons and phoenixes painted on it covered his body. The air was filled with a refreshing musky smell.
Beside his bed stood a group of serious-looking palace maids and eunuchs. Some of them were holding basins in their hands, while others were holding urinal basins in their hands. They were waiting as if they were facing a great enemy…They were waiting for this eight-year-old naughty boy to give the order and start working…
Zhao Fou was stunned when he saw this scene. He thought," Didn't I just graduate from university and was sleeping in an old rented house? Why did I wake up in this place? Could it be that I've transmigrated?"
"Who…who am I? Where am I?"
Zhao Fou lifted the blanket and sat up on the bed. She looked around, her cute little face full of confusion.
"Your Highness, what's wrong? Don't you remember your identity? You are the only son of His Majesty, the King of Wei, Zhao Feng! It has been three years since we settled down in Lin City. At the beginning of this year, you were already conferred the title of Crown Prince by His Majesty. Do you still remember?”
? The old eunuch who had woken Zhao Fou up quickly explained to him.
"Oh…I'm Zhao Fu? Oh, I really did transmigrate. I understand now…"
Before Zhao Fou transmigrated, he knew the history of the Song Dynasty very well. Thus, after hearing the old eunuch's explanation, he immediately confirmed his identity. He knew that the so-called Zhao Fu was none other than the only son of the famous Song Gaozong, Zhao Gou, who founded the Southern Song Dynasty.
However, what Zhao Fu found strange was that in his memories, Zhao Fu should have died early when he was three years old. Who knew that after he transmigrated, he was still full of vigor and vitality, and had even been conferred the title of Crown Prince.
Zhao Fou thought that from this point of view, the era he had transmigrated to was slightly different from the orthodox history.
The old eunuch had said that they had been in Lin City for three years. If he calculated the time, it should be the fourth year of Shaoxing. Zhao Meng estimated that this was the time when the Jin army retreated to the north and the Southern Song Dynasty successfully established a regime in Jiangnan.
When the Jin Kingdom destroyed the Northern Song Dynasty, they wanted to destroy the Great Song Dynasty in one go. However, Yue Fei, Han Shizhong, and other famous generals led their troops to defend the king and resisted desperately. The Jin soldiers saw that they could not gain an advantage, so they could only retreat and leave the Jiangnan area to the Great Song Dynasty.
After that, Zhao Gou, Emperor Gaozong of the Song Dynasty, finally brought a group of civil and military officials who had been on the run to Jiangnan to establish the Southern Song Dynasty. The Southern Song Dynasty had been established long ago, but now they finally had a territory and could establish an orthodox country to resist the Jin Kingdom.
As the saying goes, since you're here, you should take it as it is. After Zhao Fu understood that he had transmigrated, he quickly accepted reality.
However, when he looked at his small body, he didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
One had to know that he had graduated from university before he transmigrated and was an adult. However, in the fourth year of Shaoxing, Zhao Fou was still an eight-year-old child.? Thus, after Zhao Fou's soul transmigrated, his adult soul entered the child's body.
Zhao Fou was speechless when he thought of this…He stretched out his chubby little arm and took the bronze mirror by the bedside to look at himself. The eight-year-old child in the mirror had red lips and white teeth. He had delicate features and looked very cute and handsome.
This was the respected Crown Prince of the Great Song, Zhao Gou's only prince, the eight-year-old Crown Prince of the Great Song, Zhao He.
Zhao Fou looked at himself in the mirror and was instantly filled with emotion…
What the f * ck…What was this…
He was an adult, yet he had transmigrated into a child…
He had the appearance of a child, but in reality, he had the mind of an adult…
Beneath the naivety and childishness on the surface, there was a heart that could see through the world?
This situation was too melodramatic…
Zhao Fou found it hard to imagine how he would continue living in Great Song in the future…
"Sigh!"
Thinking of the awkward situation he was in, Zhao Fu couldn't help but smile bitterly.
……
"Your Highness, are…are you alright?”
The old eunuch looked at Zhao Fu with a worried expression. He felt that this little crown prince seemed a little abnormal.
"Oh, this prince is fine. I just woke up and my head is still a little muddled. You don't have to worry!”
" Sigh…I see, Your Highness…It's good that you're alright, it's good that you're alright…"
The old eunuch couldn't help but heave a sigh of relief when he saw that the little ancestor had regained consciousness. His name was Chen An, and he was a eunuch who served Zhao Fou. Ever since Zhao Fou was born, he had been by his side and had always been loyal to Zhao Fou.
Chen An turned around and took down a white mourning dress with exquisite workmanship from a tray. She held it in front of Zhao Fou.
"Your Highness, His Majesty's funeral is today…Your Highness, please take a bath and change your clothes to attend the funeral!”
Chen An, who was loyal to the officials of the Song Dynasty, held the mourning clothes in his hands. With tears in his eyes, he affectionately prepared to serve Zhao Wei to change his clothes.
When Zhao Fou heard Chen An's words, he was shocked.
He thought to himself,'What does Chen An mean? Zhao Gou of the Song Dynasty…is already dead?'
"Funeral? Why? Has Imperial Father already passed away?"
"Sigh, Your Highness, are you too sad? How could you forget such a big thing? Of course!"
"Um…"
After hearing Chen An's words, Zhao Fou was speechless once again. He thought to himself that the era he had transmigrated to was indeed a little different from the orthodox history…
He clearly remembered that in history, Zhao Gou, the Emperor of Song Gaozong, had a very long life…It was now the fourth year of Shaoxing, but this fellow should have lived until more than thirty years before dying. However, who would have thought that after Zhao Fu transmigrated, Zhao Gou would have already died…
Zhao Fou couldn't help but sigh again. But suddenly, he thought of something.
He thought to himself, if Zhao Gou was already dead, then wouldn't he be the next to inherit the throne?
Zhao Gou was infertile for half his life and only had one son, Zhao Fu. Zhao Fu was the rightful heir to the throne…In other words, he, an eight-year-old child, was going to take over the Southern Song Dynasty? Becoming the new emperor of the Southern Song Dynasty?
Uh…this is too…sudden!
Zhao Fou immediately thought of the current situation of the Southern Song Dynasty and couldn't help but feel a headache.
He knew that the current Southern Song Dynasty was not a peaceful world. At this time, the Southern Song Dynasty had just been established, and there were many things waiting to be done. All kinds of national policies, rules and regulations, agriculture, military, and so on were waiting for him, the eight-year-old crown prince, to lead the civil and military officials to manage.
In addition, the Jin Kingdom in the north was still eyeing the Southern Song Dynasty covetously, ready to destroy the Song Dynasty at any time. Although the Southern Song Dynasty had Han Shizhong, Yue Fei, and other famous generals to help, they lacked troops and food. They could not face the well-equipped Jin Kingdom army head-on, and they were in danger of being destroyed at any time.
The 80 million people of the Southern Song Dynasty, under the attack of the destruction of their country, were in a state of panic. Their families were destroyed, and they especially needed the court to provide timely disaster relief and appeasement…Meanwhile, the thieves and rebellious officials in various places also took the opportunity to create chaos, which required the court to quickly send troops to pacify them…
Tsk tsk!
At this time, the Southern Song Dynasty was in a mess. It needed a wise and capable monarch to preside over the overall situation.
Since Zhao Gou was already dead, all these things were undoubtedly on his shoulders…It seemed that the current Southern Song Dynasty needed him, the eight-year-old heir to the throne, to take on the heavy responsibility of governing the country and leading the Song Dynasty to become rich and powerful?
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