The Han culture is spreading strongly in Southeast Asia

Chapter 753: The Emperor Kills, the Three Clans Become One
April 1797, 4. This was the 4nd year of Emperor Guangzhong's reign in the Great China (formerly the nd year of Emperor Jiaqing's reign in the Qing Dynasty). It was the eighth day of the third lunar month, also known as Qingming Festival.

The news of the Western Army's great victory spread throughout the Great Wall, from north to south, and from provincial governors to local chambers of commerce, representatives of the army and navy, vassal states in East and South China, and even the Xinhua Grand Marshal's Headquarters in Beihezhou (North America) all sent representatives back to Nanjing.

In the city of Nanjing, teachers and students from all the army and naval academies, imperial colleges, high schools, and primary schools all changed into military uniforms. A student column of more than 10,000 people was organized, and they shouted slogans of "Long live the emperor" and marched towards the Forbidden City in Nanjing to express their congratulations to the emperor and the court.

Led by military instructors, the students wore large black hats, brown woolen robes, black leather belts around their waists, black crocodile leather boots, long knives hanging on their right hands, and flintlock rifles with bayonets on the slanted ends. They looked heroic and majestic.

Of course, this is military uniform. When you really go to the battlefield, the black hat will be replaced with a flying saucer helmet, and the woolen robe is used to keep warm.

When fighting, they had to wear a tight, short, and pocketed robe and a belt. This kind of mozi cloth design was very similar to the military uniform of the late 19th century.

Mo Zibu specially met with the student soldiers who came to congratulate him at the Xi'an Gate of the Forbidden City outside the Imperial City and accepted their congratulations.

At that time, Dayu had a complete system of military education. Starting from the age of eight when students entered elementary school, there would be a military instructor for every two classes.

These military instructors are all old non-commissioned officers who have retired from the battlefield. They take on the responsibilities of physical education teachers in the future while imparting military knowledge to students.

After all, it was an era of great colonization. Many of these students would go out to colonize in the future. They would not be able to do this if they didn't know how to use swords and guns, didn't know how to march in formation, and were not used to military discipline.

Amidst the cheers of "Long live the emperor", Guan Tianpei, a sixteen-year-old senior officer of the ninth class of the Jingkou Army Officers Academy and a native of Shanyang County, Huai'an Prefecture, Jiangsu Province, stepped forward as a representative, holding a large red flag with a golden sun and moon signed by all the students of the military academies across the country, knelt on one knee, and presented the flag to the emperor.

When Mo Zibu heard the name, he felt relieved. Guan Tianpei was the old hero. He immediately pushed aside the eunuchs and guards around him and stepped forward to take the flag himself.

On the flags, there are a series of names of military academies, including the Huangpu Military Academy in Guangzhou, the Naval Academy in Quanzhou, the Pingshan Naval and Military Academy in Xingtanghexianfu, the Langshan Infantry and Cavalry College in Jiangbei, the Chucai Cavalry Academy in Huai'anfu, etc.

"Your Majesty, we cadets have heard that the Western Army has triumphed mightily, eradicating the poisonous soil of the heresy and capturing the Persian King and the chieftains of the three Transoxiana Khanates alive. We have avenged our compatriots in the northwest and promoted the glory of China. We have come to congratulate Your Majesty!"

Mo Zibu took the large flag with a red background and a golden sun and moon, which symbolized the army and was also the one he often used, and immediately draped it over himself.

Suddenly, the students outside Xi'an Gate and thousands of Nanjing citizens who were watching became excited, and the cheers of "Long live the emperor" once again shook the tile-roofed houses.

Mo Zibu personally helped Guan Tianpei up and asked him to stand beside him. Then he looked at the tens of thousands of people and said loudly:

"Since I established my country, I have changed the bad habits of the Qing and Ming dynasties. Unless it is a grand court meeting or a ceremony to worship the ancestors, I do not allow you to kneel three times and kowtow nine times, just to avoid extinguishing the heroic spirit in you!"

This is true. Mo Zibu has always been disgusted by people kneeling down at any time and place, even kneeling three times and kowtow nine times.
It's not that you can't have this thing, but you can't use it all the time. It will really undermine one's heroic spirit.

Therefore, in the Dayu Dynasty, even officials attending court did not have to kneel three times and kowtow nine times to the emperor. This was only done during the grand court meeting once a month.

"And today, your predecessors have set a good example for you. What is a good man of our Han family? He is not the Donghuamen who can only recite the names of the disciples in the Song Dynasty, nor is he the guards and generals who can only fight among themselves in the late Tang Dynasty.

It is you, the good men who are loyal to the emperor and patriotic, eager to make progress, willing to sacrifice their lives for the country and the nation, and to expand the territory!"

As he spoke, Mo Zibu took off the sword from his waist and handed it to Guan Tianpei. Today he was also dressed in military uniform, wearing golden armor with mountain patterns and a Zhenwu Emperor hat and helmet on his head.

"Guan Tianpei, I await news of your and your classmates' achievements. Let China's name resound throughout the universe, and carve out a land of eternal bliss for future generations. Forge ahead!"

How could the sixteen-year-old Guan Tianpei bear such a scene? He was so excited that he was shaking all over and tears were streaming down his face. When he knelt on his knees and raised his hands to take the emperor's sword, he could not say anything and could only kowtow with sobs.

Immediately, Mo Zibu ordered everyone to go to the southern suburbs to offer sacrifices to the heavens, the earth, and their ancestors and inform them of this great news.

Now, the whole city was in an uproar. When the emperor's carriage passed through the city, both local Nanjing residents and outsiders were excited.

Or they may be the first or second generation Nanyang Han Chinese who came from Nanyang, were born in Nanyang, and grew up in Nanyang.

Naturalized Han people from the Eastern provinces of Silla, Asahi, Penglai, Houzhang, Fuso and others all poured out, and even some French people were among the team.

Everyone wore their most gorgeous and beautiful clothes. Adults laughed, children made noise, gongs and drums roared, firecrackers blasted, and they moved forward along with the imperial carriage.

Mo Zibu first went to the Temple of Heaven and the Temple of Earth to offer sacrifices to the Emperor of Heaven and Empress of Earth, and personally read the sacrificial text, indicating that the Dayu Dynasty had surpassed the Han and Tang Dynasties and had taken over the land that the Han and Tang Dynasties had always wanted to take over but failed.

The great writer Yuan Mei, nearing the end of his life, wrote in his own eulogy: "The Han conquered Dayuan, but returned with only celestial horses; the Tang conquered Persia, but received only tribute. Only we, the Great Yu, conquered the two rivers and enriched them; we destroyed the three kingdoms and founded the Han Dynasty; we expanded our territory, spread our prestige throughout the world, avenged the blood feud of our compatriots, and preserved a vast territory."

After reading the article about offering sacrifices to the Heaven and Earth, Mo Zibu personally inlaid a gem that his sixth brother, Mo Ziling, the Duke of Wu, the Supervisor of the Western Army, had taken from the Ark Palace of the Emir of Bukhara, on the new map of Dayu, indicating that the Central Asian region would henceforth belong to the Han Dynasty.

This map was placed in the Temple of Heaven when the Nanyang Mission was established. Every time a piece of land was added, a local map would be engraved on it and a local treasure would be placed on it to tell future generations that this land belonged to the Han people and could not be discarded.

Afterwards, the Crown Prince Da Lao Sen personally lit the fire and held a ceremony of burning wood and watching the incense burn, informing the heaven and earth of everything that had happened.

This is only the first step. The second step is to move to the Taimiao and inform the ancestors.

The Taimiao of the Dayu Dynasty was actually a bit strange.

In other dynasties, people would definitely worship their own ancestors, but in the Dayu Dynasty, there were only three ancestors, namely Mo Zibu's great-grandfather Mo Shiping, grandfather Mo Jiu, and father Mo Tianci.

The rest cannot even be considered as the accompanying deities but are considered the main deities, including the First Emperor, Emperor Taizu of Han, Emperor Taizong of Han, Emperor Shizong of Han, Emperor Zhongzong of Han, Emperor Shizu of Han, Emperor Xianzong of Han, Emperor Taizong of Tang, Emperor Gaozong of Tang, as well as Emperor Taizu and Emperor Taizong of Ming. A total of eleven of them were not kings of the Dayu Dynasty, nor were they emperors who were direct ancestors of the Mo family.

Well, after rescuing most of the Yongle Encyclopedia, Mo Zibu rejected the Ming History compiled by the Qing Dynasty for the Ming Dynasty, and instead asked the Dayu Dynasty to compile the history of the Ming Dynasty. Then he changed the unfilial title of Wanshou Emperor to Chengzu, who was given to Zhu Di, and changed it back to Taizong.

Asen was a little confused at first. He didn't understand why his father placed eleven wise emperors from past dynasties in the Taimiao, but now he understood.

Because before entering the Taimiao, there were more than a hundred people including the Persian King Aga Muhammad Shah, the Crown Prince Babayan, the Emir of Bukhara, and the close royal family of the Khan of Khiva.

The heads of Khiva Khan Abul Ghazi Ghayip, Bukhara Emir Haidar and others were all sent to the front of the Taimiao.

Mozibu stretched his wrists, put on the emperor's black robe, wore a twelve-tassel crown on his head, and personally carried a sharp dagger and came before the Persian king Aga Muhammad Shah.

"You bastard, you don't know the time. The Persian Shah Shah has long been a collection of the Chinese emperor, and you dare to wear it on your head.

I want to be Abu Muslim and let my warriors also taste the pain of the Battle of Talas.

Bah, you don't know your own limitations, you don't even take a piss and look in the mirror, do you have that ability? "

Mo Zibu spat and rolled up the sleeves of his imperial robe. Under the eyes of tens of thousands of people and the shocked gazes of civil and military officials inside and outside the country, the 1.8-meter-tall Mo Zibu lifted the 1.58-meter-tall Persian King Agha Muhammad Shah directly into the air, just like carrying a lamb.

Emperor Mo held up a person in his left hand and a sharp knife in his right hand, and stabbed the Persian King Agha Muhammad Shah in the chest with one knife.

Blood splattered all over Mo Zibu's head, face and body. The Persian king, whose tongue was cut off and who had been tortured all the way, was only breathing his last breath. He struggled weakly in mid-air and let out a low scream.

Amidst the bloody rain, the emperor's left hand loosened, and the Persian king suddenly fell to the ground. In that split second, Mo Zibu quickly drew the decorative imperial sword from his waist and swung it with lightning speed. In a flash of white light, a headless corpse fell to the ground. The black head was held in the hands of a master from the Jinyiwei Palace Front Division with an expressionless face.

The crowd fell silent for a moment. This happened so quickly that many people didn't understand what happened before the headless body of the Persian king fell to the ground.

In the silence, only Mo Zibu was laughing happily. He hadn't felt so happy in a long time. It was like he was back to the days when he picked up a knife and fought in the battlefield. The blood made him very excited.

"Your Majesty is still as powerful as before. This is cause for celebration." Wu Wenyong, a former fierce general under Mo Zibu and now the Privy Councilor, was the first to come out to congratulate him. He took the Persian king's head from the hands of the master in front of the palace in a very servile manner.

"It seems as if it was only yesterday that I followed Your Majesty in his conquests, slaying the Sultan of Jeddah, the King of Arakan, and even the mighty White Elephant King of Southeast Asia. I beg you to carry this for Your Majesty, offering it to our ancestors."

The rest of the shocked civil and military ministers and vassal states finally woke up as if from their dreams, and they all knelt down and congratulated him with incoherent words.

Because this emperor was wearing a royal robe, a crown with twelve tassels on his head, and he personally beheaded the prisoners captured by the army for sacrifice. It was really... uh, too exciting.

This exciting scene is probably only seen in the Xia and Shang dynasties or even the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors era.

On the outside, the people did not see what happened, but someone soon spread the news.

This made the people blush with excitement, and they all felt that the trip was not in vain, and the walk of twenty or thirty miles was not in vain. Their descendants would surely tell about this for generations!

"Chong'en, Li San, Wu Wenyong, the three of you follow me in." After Mo Zibu finished laughing, he didn't even wipe the blood off his body or change his clothes. He called out the three names, took his son Asen's hand, and entered the Taimiao.

There is a deep meaning behind Mo Zibu calling these three people.

Lee Sun was the King of Joseon at that time, the Jeongjo of Joseon in history. After taking over the peninsula, Mo Zibu still did not kill him. After all, Joseon at that time had no bad record and could even be called the Shanghai Dongzhongfan. It was not justified to punish him too harshly.

So he transferred Li Sun to the northern part of Borneo, north of Pontianak and west of Brunei, which was almost the western half of Sarawak, Malaysia in later generations, with Kuching as the capital.

Chong'en's surname was Xu. He was the son of the former Japanese Shogun Tokugawa Ieharu. However, he was not born in Japan. Instead, he was born to a concubine that Tokugawa Ieharu took in after he arrived in Nanjing.

After Tokugawa Ieharu died, Mo Zibu allowed the three-year-old Xu Chongen to inherit the title, but the title was changed from the Duke of Edo, a close vassal, to the Duke of Jiang, a nobleman.

Wu Wenyong, on the other hand, was the person with the highest official position and title among the Yue people who were originally from Jing.

The five people entered the Taimiao. Mo Zibu first took them to worship their ancestors, and then came to the Chinese Emperor Temple with the tablet and statue of Emperor Qin Shi Huang in the center.

When Mo Zibu walked here, he had a lot of thoughts in his mind.

The Japanese, Korean and Vietnamese are the three main ethnic groups in the spread of Chinese culture. They should have become China's helpers and the most useful minions in this turbulent era.

However, in history, China fell into decline for a hundred years, causing these three weapons, which should have been in its own hands, to become sharp knives that the enemy used to stab into its own hearts.

People who lived in the same era as Mo Zibu before he traveled through time could all feel how deep the harm these three tribes had done to China.

The Chinese people in later generations were able to endure ten thousand provocations and insults from the West, and remained unmoved, patiently developing and waiting for the right time.

But the people in these three places can often make people unbearable with just a small move, and even make people feel extremely disgusted to the point of driving them crazy.

The reason is that they are actually the overflow of Chinese culture. They are our good apprentices and godsons who we have taught ourselves. They know too well how to hurt the hearts of the Chinese people.

But fortunately, in this time and space, China did not give the enemy this opportunity. These three places were all controlled by Mo Zibu and China. The last step of assimilation that had not been completed for thousands of years was also approaching completion.

Mo Zibu looked at the statue of the First Emperor and said with his back to the three people, "Ever since the First Emperor laid the foundation for the unification of China, we, the descendants, have been moving towards this goal for thousands of years. It's been a bumpy road, but thankfully, I have finally accomplished this great feat today."

When the three heard this, they were about to flatter him, but Mo Zibu turned around and immediately stopped them. He first looked at Li San and said:

"The Kingdom of Haidong is innocent, but I must take you in because the Westerners have risen, and a vast land awaits us. I must gather the strength of all the branches, leaves, and roots of China to join the competition."

Li Sun had waited for many years and finally heard the emperor say this. He prostrated himself on the ground with tears streaming down his face.

“It was during my time in Southeast Asia that I realized how vast the world was and how difficult it was to explore. If I had understood this in the past, Your Majesty wouldn’t have to worry about it. I would have withdrawn my territory on my own initiative.

What happened back then was like a father teaching his ignorant children a lesson. It was painful, but it also helped his children understand the truth.

The people of Haidong are the descendants of the Chinese people Xia Jun who left behind the people of Haidong. It is a blessing for them to return to their homeland now, and there is no need to retain the name of Korea.

I ask Your Majesty to abandon the title of Prince of Joseon and ennoble him as Prince of Hwaning, to show that there are no more Koreans in the world."

Hening was one of the two names that the King of Korea submitted to the Ming Dynasty for selection. It is indeed a good name to use now.

Mo Zibu nodded and said, "From today on, the title of Prince of Korea will be changed to Prince of Hening. I heard that you are not in good health and have long wanted to return home. Therefore, I will grant you permission to return to the Red County of Shenzhou and grant you a house in the two capitals of the north and south.

As for the Hening vassal state in Nanyang, the Dingsi imperial examination of the twenty-second year will be held this year. You can choose a capable candidate from among the new Jinshi to be the Prime Minister of Hening and go to govern.

After Hening is developed, let your son Li Yan go there to become a vassal."

Li Shen was overjoyed when he heard this and kowtowed to Mo Zibu twice. He really couldn't stand the stuffiness in Nanyang.

Then Mo Zibu looked at Xu Chongen, "The same goes for the Japanese affairs. Chongen, you're turning fourteen this year, so you should think more about the reasons behind this. You should also pay more attention to the affairs of Beihezhou."

"I obey your order and will study harder according to your Majesty's wishes." Xu Chongen had no grudges at all, because his father, Tokugawa Ieharu, had already decided on a successor before he was born, and they had a ten-year-old adopted son, Tokugawa Ieshige.

Even if Tokugawa Ieharu had not moved to Nanjing, his birth would not have been possible. In addition, Xu Chongen was born and raised in Nanjing, and everything he learned was the same as the children of Han nobles. He did not consider himself an outsider at all.

As for Wu Wenyong, when he saw Mo Zibu looking at him, an expression of embarrassment and avoidance immediately appeared on his face.

"Your Majesty, please don't look at me. I'm already a Han Chinese!"

"Besides, even if we were from Beijing before, we would still call ourselves Han Chinese behind closed doors. We can't be considered foreigners. At most, we can be considered rebels and disobedient bastards."

"Fuck you!" Mo Zibu was speechless. He just laughed and stopped talking.

Afterwards, he ordered these three to assist Asen in placing the blood sacrifices, namely the heads of the King of Persia, the Emir of Bukhara, the Khan of Khiva, and others.

I, the Great Emperor Mo, puffed out my chest and bulged my belly, not at all embarrassed. Instead, I looked complacently at the statues of the First Emperor, Emperor Taizu of Han, and especially Emperor Wu of Han and Emperor Taizong of Tang, and said with some pride:
"My dear ancestors, I, Mo Zibu, have almost completed all of your unfulfilled wishes. Please enjoy it. I'm afraid you have never eaten blood food of this level before. Hahahaha!"

When the Crown Prince heard these words, he almost stumbled and fell to the ground. It seems that Dad, you set up deities for these holy kings and wise rulers in the Taimiao just to show off!
(End of this chapter)