Sky Curtain: The opening scene explains the four major cases of the Ming Dynasty plus the early Ming

Zhu Dijun sat in a black swivel chair and casually tossed the modified Nurhaci portraits into the holographic wastebasket.

"Having discussed the Wu family's possession of bodies in the Tang Dynasty and the secret infiltration of the Eastern Palace in the Ming Dynasty, let's turn our attention back to the whitewashing operation carried out by these Manchu remnants and online anti-China supporters."

Zhu Dijun tapped twice on the holographic keyboard, and the large screen suddenly exploded with screenshots of posts from modern online marketing accounts and some so-called "historical big V" accounts.

The dense text was tightly enclosed by a highlighted red frame.

"Look at how these people are trying to whitewash the gravediggers of the Ming Dynasty."

Judy Jun's tone was extremely mocking as he tapped his knuckles on the table.

"They say that Nurhaci unified Northeast China and promoted ethnic integration. They say that the Han people in Liaodong were oppressed by the Ming Dynasty and could not survive, and it was Nurhaci who sent troops to liberate the people of Liaodong. In the end, they even forcibly elevated this beast who only knew how to rob and kill into the 'great pioneer who laid the foundation for the modern Chinese territory'."

The studio lights became extremely white.

"Listen to this rhetoric; the butcher has suddenly become a saint."

Zhu Dijun chuckled and turned around to write several large characters on the whiteboard in a very violent manner with a black pen: "Liberators of the Five Continents".

Several more words were added afterward: "Director of the Liaodong Demolition Office" and "War God of Jianzhou".

"Our generation of netizens is not easily fooled. Faced with this kind of extreme whitewashing, everyone has invented an ultimate rhetoric of reverse irony."

Zhu Dijun lashed the whiteboard hard with his pointer. "Didn't you boast that he liberated the people? Fine, let's call him the 'Liberator of the Five Continents.' Why? Because Nurhaci slaughtered millions of Han people in Liaodong, successfully helping these millions of people escape the sea of ​​suffering in the world, achieving complete liberation in a physical sense! He slaughtered cities and plundered people all the way, so the title of Director of the Liaodong Demolition Office is well-deserved."

The live stream chat was instantly flooded with a dense barrage of sarcastic remarks.

"The Wild Boar Skin Emperor, Liberator of Five Continents! The Number One Person in Physical Salvation!"

[“The director of the Liaodong Demolition Office truly deserves his title; wherever he goes, he wreaks havoc, demolishing houses and people alike!”]

"Slaughter equals liberation, plunder equals unification, and being driven to retreat in disarray is called a strategic retreat. Netizens have really figured out the rhetoric of these Qing Dynasty sycophants!"

The parallel Yongle era of the Ming Dynasty.

The air inside the Fengtian Hall was so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.

Zhu Di stared intently at the words "slaughtering millions of Han people" on the sky, his fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles cracked with an extremely dangerous sound.

"Millions of Han Chinese..."

Zhu Di gritted his teeth, his voice forced from deep within his throat, tinged with a strong metallic tang of blood.

"My people in Liaodong have been slaughtered like pigs and sheep by these barbarians. Such a deep-seated hatred, yet later scholars dare to use the word 'liberation' to whitewash it. Guards, issue an edict to the Liaodong General: from this day forward, go to all the Buryat savage tribes, and also have the Jurchens lead the way to hunt down Buryat wild boars. Let the nomads kill the nomads!"

A parallel Hongwu era of the Ming Dynasty.

Zhu Yuanzhang stared coldly at the sky, his rough hands pounding the imperial desk repeatedly. He didn't roar, but those who knew him well knew that this was when Zhu Yuanzhang's murderous intent was at its peak.

"What a liberator of the five continents!"

Zhu Yuanzhang sneered, his gaze sweeping towards the sky outside the hall.

"Back then, we drove out the Tartars, restored China, and saved countless lives, yet we dared not call ourselves liberators. A bunch of beasts who can't even read a few words killed millions of our people and are now considered heroes. This evil trend of later generations is truly wicked."

"It seems that later generations haven't fully gained a voice, otherwise how did this evil wind start?"

On the sky, Zhu Dijun casually erased the words on the whiteboard and replaced them with three other words—[Wild Boar Skin].

"Many family members who don't follow history may have always wondered why netizens keep using the term 'wild boar skin.' Is it simply an insult?"

Zhu Dijun zooms in on the camera, his gaze cold and hard:

"No, this is a transliteration. The Manchu word Nurhaci directly translates to 'wild boar skin.' In the tradition of their Jurchen tribes, giving a child a humble name related to wild animals is believed to help them survive. That's the fundamental meaning of this name. Netizens calling him Wild Boar Skin, Old Slave, or Slave Chief is not wrong at all; it's his true nature."

On the large screen, countless illusory figures of scholars with pigtails and dressed in Qing Dynasty official robes knelt on the ground, frantically writing.

Zhu Dijun pointed at the group of phantoms and said coldly, "You must be wondering how a barbarian who only knows how to massacre cities could later have so many extremely well-developed articles praising him? Here we must mention another meme that went viral on the internet—'When I entered the pass, great Confucian scholars would debate the classics for me.'"

His voice echoed in the hall:

"As long as you win, as long as you kill enough people, there will always be a bunch of spineless scholars from Jiangnan who, in order to protect their own wealth and status, will voluntarily jump out to help you revise history and whitewash your image. They will use the most beautiful Chinese characters to write the massacre as a blessing and the plunder as a divine mandate. The pens of these great scholars are a hundred times more vicious than the butcher's knife in the hands of wild boars."

"The most typical example here is the Kong family, whose members served as slaves for seventy-two generations and were loyal officials to twenty-five dynasties!"

The atmosphere in the live stream room was completely ignited.

Everyone thought the mockery was over, but a dangerous glint suddenly flashed in Judy Jun's eyes.

The studio lights suddenly went out, and the big screen instantly switched to a snow-covered Siberian wasteland.

"Family members, are there still people who say that Wild Boar Skin was a Jurchen? Let me tell you, these idiots, do you really believe that the so-called Wild Boar Skin Emperor was a descendant of the Jianzhou Jurchen?"

Zhu Dijun's voice was extremely low, carrying a chilling undertone that seemed to be puncturing an age-old deception.

"We just talked about the possession from the Empress to the Crown Princess. Now, I'm going to reveal to you the most shocking and terrifying ultimate possession in the magnificent tragedy of the Ming Dynasty's destruction."

On the holographic projection, the four characters "Jianzhou Jurchen" were mercilessly crossed out by an extremely thick, blood-red X.

Instead, seven more large, blood-stained characters appeared: "[Northern Asian Red-tasseled Buryat]".

"The real Jianzhou Jurchens were wiped out long ago."

Zhu Dijun pressed his hands firmly on the podium, his gaze piercing through the screen as if it were a tangible force.

"Nurhaci and his group were not of pure Jurchen blood at all. They were Buryat savages who lived in the far north, in extremely cold regions, and were known as the Red-tasseled Mongols."

A facial model of a Buryat barbarian with a fleshy face, high cheekbones, and narrow eyes was displayed in the center of the screen.

"Taking advantage of the Ming Dynasty's weakened defenses in Liaodong, these Buryat wild boarskins brutally slaughtered the real Jianzhou Jurchens, usurped their position, and stole their name. They paid tribute to the Ming Dynasty under the banner of Jianzhou, but in reality, they were frantically annexing surrounding tribes, completing a complete shell company listing."

The Qin Dynasty

When Ying Zheng heard the term "backdoor listing," he frowned, but then understood its meaning.

"Barbarian tribes attacked each other, using false names to deceive their patriarch."

"Isn't this a tactic of the Ji family? Could the Buryat wild boars of later generations have Ji family blood in them?"

A hint of disdain flashed in Ying Zheng's eyes.

"If the Ming Dynasty's border generals had noticed earlier and sent a cavalry force beyond the Great Wall to raze these imposters to the ground, there would have been no subsequent subjugation of China. With border defenses rendered meaningless, it's no wonder the country was usurped. They caused China to sink for 300 years!"

On the sky, Zhu Dijun's words were not yet finished.

He suddenly grabbed a handful of red markers and drew a huge circle on the map in Liaodong, then used a glaring red line to connect the circle to Yangzhou and Suzhou in Jiangnan.

"Family members, if you connect this possession of Buryat wild boar skin with the smuggling ring in Jiangnan that we've discussed, you'll discover an even more despairing truth."

Zhu Dijun roared, veins bulging on his forehead: "These salt merchants and smuggling tycoons in Jiangnan tasted the sweetness after the Gengxu Incident. But Altan Khan of the Mongols was later pacified by the Ming court and granted the title of Prince of Shunyi, so he's no longer useful. These beasts who only care about money need a new vicious dog that can help them restrain the central military power of the Ming Dynasty and force the court to send more troops."

"Thus, the Jiangnan smuggling group's sights crossed the Shanhaiguan Pass and set their sights on these extremely bloodthirsty and unscrupulous Buryat wild boar hides. Through the underground channels of Shanxi merchants and maritime merchants, they continuously sent piles of pig iron, gunpowder, and grain into the Changbai Mountains and Heilongjiang River region. They raised a real monster in Liaodong."

On the large screen, the map of the Ming Dynasty began to rapidly crumble from north to south, and a blinding red light engulfed all the land north of the Yangtze River.

"The smuggling ring thought they could control these smugglers like they controlled Altan Khan. They thought the smugglers would storm the Great Wall, plunder enough money, and then go back. But they were fucking wrong."

Judy slapped the virtual smuggling ledger on the holographic keyboard to pieces.

"These Buryat barbarians don't follow any rules. They don't want money; they want the whole world. After entering the pass, they directly issued the bloody order to shave heads and change clothes. Those Jiangnan literati, gentry, and wealthy merchants who had once given them blood and thought they could drink the soup along with them, were ultimately met with the physical reckoning of the Yangzhou Massacre and the Jiading Massacre."

"Raising a tiger is a recipe for disaster; in the end, the tiger devours you alive. The Jiangnan smuggling gang thought they had outmaneuvered the entire world, but in the end, they destroyed the Ming Dynasty with their own hands, and sent their entire clan to the slaughter of the wild boar. Millions of innocent people in Jiangnan paid the price for the greed of these smuggling beasts, and the entire land of China was completely submerged along with them."

The red lights in the studio were flashing wildly, like the gushing blood of the dying Ming Dynasty.

Judy's chest heaved violently, and the rage in his eyes gradually subsided into a cold, icy chill.

"This is the ultimate consequence of interest groups overplaying their hand."

"And now, we, their descendants, still have to deal with the malignant tumors left behind. This is why authors who write about time travel to the late Ming Dynasty are so determined to kill those inhuman beasts who run the Jiangnan smuggling group!"