Insufficient balance

  Bao Daizhao, I'm sure everyone has heard of him. According to historical records, he was impartial and selfless, loyal and filial, with the upper hall not participating and the lower hall not declining. The eight-pronged purple gold mace in his hand, which struck down the confused monarch and the treacherous ministers, often played a lifesaving role in times of crisis for Old Yang. He also often helped Bao Zheng make decisions, suppressing powerful officials to serve the country.

  But his descendants were far inferior to him in power and prestige. Zhao Zong was the eighth-generation descendant of Emperor Taizu of Song's eighth son, Zhao Defang - the son of Zhao Xigu. At this time, it was the first year of Baoqing (1225 AD). The students Pan Ren, Pan Fu, and Pan Bing were launching a coup in Huzhou, intending to establish Zhao Zong as Emperor.

  Then...

  "What's going on... what's happening... my great-great-grandfather!"

  Zhao Kun's face was pale, his eyes fixed on Gong E in the cabin, and his eyes had lost their luster. He never thought that taking a boat out to sea would be so thrilling.

  If I had known this earlier, I would not have taken such a risk. My heart is filled with shock and fear, but thinking of the Central Plains where there's no place to stand, I grit my teeth again.

  The palace maidens in the cabin, on the surging waves, were also frightened one by one, and several timid ones had already soaked their Luo skirts. Only the lovely woman who accompanied him, holding an ancient zither, although her face was pale, she bit her cherry lips with her teeth and endured the shock in her heart.

  Zhao Yun glanced sideways at the beautiful woman holding a zither beside him, and gritted his teeth in anger.

  "You lowly maid, yet it is you who has brought me, the king, to this state today, I..."

  Facing Zhao Yun's gnashing teeth, the beautiful woman with a pipa (lute) had almond-shaped eyes brimming with tears, not intimidated by his expression in the slightest. She slowly knelt down before Zhao Yun, her bright and shiny eyes fixed on him, simply staring at him steadily.

  "May the king live for a thousand years, Third Lady knew that what she had done was unfilial and ungrateful to her lord. Now that things have come to this pass, there is no use saying more, all I ask is to be by my lord's side, even if it means death!"

  Zhao Gong looked at the kneeling woman in front of him, gritted his teeth several times wanting to say something harsh, making her disappear from then on. But in the end, it turned into a long sigh.

  "Never mind, never mind! Being a fugitive is also a destined thing. What's the point of killing you?"

  These giant ships with flags, struggling to move forward in the huge waves on the sea surface. Hundreds of dark-skinned men, who are obviously accustomed to making a living on the water, manipulate the giant ships and drive them out to sea amidst the surging white waves.

  The person who saw him off on the shore was a famous person in Quanzhou, Pu Shou Geng, a descendant of Persian merchants. His family had been engaged in maritime trade for generations, transporting large quantities of spices abroad, and was the richest household in Quanzhou City, with thousands of giant ships at home.

  At this moment, his gaze pierced through the vast smoke and rain, looking at the giant ships that were gradually moving away. Except for him, no one knew where those sea boats took the last descendants of Zhao Defang, the eighth king. Watching the giant ships move further and further away, he slowly turned around.

  "Alright, let's go back!"

  The attendants following him did not know why Pu Shou Geng was so respectful to this young man who had brought so many beauties. They only knew that in such a situation, generally speaking, no one would set foot on this continent again.

  Time flies like sand between the sea and the mulberry fields, 25 years have passed in a flash. Where are the descendants of Zhao Defang, the eighth king? Are they all right?

  (Disclaimer: Everything in this book is fictional and has absolutely no relation to reality.)