Prologue

The maidens in the cabin, amidst the surging waves, were all frightened to the point of losing their color, with a few timid ones already having their skirts soaked. Only the charming young lady beside him, who held an ancient zither, though pale in complexion, bit her cherry lips to endure the shock within her heart

In the blink of an eye, amidst the changes of the world, 25 years have swiftly passed. Where are the descendants of the Eighth Prince Zhao Defang? Are they doing well?

At this moment, his gaze pierced through the vast mist and rain, watching the great ships gradually recede into the distance. Apart from him, no one knew where those few sea vessels had taken the last descendants of the Eighth Prince Zhao Defang. As he watched the great ships fade away, he slowly turned around.

The person seeing them off on the shore is a notable figure from Quanzhou, Pu Shou-geng, a descendant of Persian merchants. His family has been engaged in maritime trade for generations, transporting large quantities of spices, making them the wealthiest family in Quanzhou, with thousands of large vessels at their disposal

Faced with Zhao Hong's gritted teeth, the beautiful woman holding the lute, with tear-filled apricot eyes, showed no fear of his expression. She slowly knelt before Zhao Hong, tilting her head back, her bright eyes fixed steadily on him

Zhao Defang, known as the Eight Kings, is surely familiar to everyone. According to historical records, he was impartial and selfless, loyal to his superiors and filial to his parents, never participating in court intrigues nor shirking from his duties. The eight-edged purple-gold mace in his hand, which struck down tyrants and suppressed treacherous ministers, often played a crucial role in saving the Yang family from peril. He also frequently acted on behalf of Bao Zheng, suppressing powerful officials for the sake of the state.

Your Majesty, the King, the Third Lady knows that her actions have betrayed the feelings of mutual understanding with you. Now that matters have reached this point, there is little more to say; she only wishes to remain by your side. Even if it means death, the Third Lady would willingly accept it

What should I do ... ... what should I do ... ... my great-grandfather!

Enough, enough; fleeing to the ends of the earth is also a matter of destiny. What benefit is there in killing you

However, his descendants were significantly inferior to his power. Zhao Hong was the eighth-generation grandson of the Eighth Prince Zhao Defang, and the son of Zhao Xiqu. At this moment, it was the first year of the Baoqing era, specifically the year 1225. At this time, the students Pan Ren, Pan Fu, and Pan Bing initiated a coup in Huzhou, intending to establish Zhao Hong as emperor

Zhao Hong, speaking, had a pale face and lifeless eyes as he looked at the palace maid in the cabin. He never expected that taking a boat out to sea could be so thrilling.

Subsequently

These giant ships, adorned with flags, struggle to advance amidst the towering waves of the sea. Hundreds of men, with skin tones of deep purple and black, clearly accustomed to a life spent on the water, navigate the vessels. Under their guidance, the massive ships sail toward the open sea through the tumultuous white-capped waves

The followers beside him did not understand why Pu Shou-geng held such great respect for this young man surrounded by so many beautiful women. They only knew that, under such circumstances, those who ventured out to sea generally would not return to this continent.

Wretched servant, it is you who has caused this king to reach such a state today, I ... ...

Zhao Hong fixed his gaze on the beautiful woman kneeling before him, biting his teeth several times, wanting to utter a harsh remark that would lead to her demise. Yet in the end, it turned into a long sigh.

Zhao Hong cast a sidelong glance at the charming beauty beside him who was holding a guqin, and clenched his teeth in anger

Had I known this earlier, I surely would not have taken such risks. Though I am alarmed in my heart, when I recall that there is no place for me to stand in the Central Plains, I cannot help but grit my teeth.

Alright, let's go back