【Dreaming Back to the Licentious Sui Dynasty】(Chapter 4)

As the capital of a nation, Chang'an was exceptionally bustling in autumn. People came and went in a constant stream.
The cries of street vendors and the calls of waiters in restaurants created a scene of peace 　　and prosperity. Chang'an had witnessed the rise and fall of dynasties, including
the Han, Wang Mang's Xin, Western Jin, Former Zhao, Former Qin, Later Qin, Eastern Jin, Western Wei, and the present Northern Zhou. 　　Though historically rich and magnificent, Chang'an bore the marks of war 　　and decay. Its experience as the capital of various dynasties 　　gave it a unique grandeur and a wealth of experience. Little did it know that in the near future, its 　　name would be known throughout the world through a great monarch. And because of this monarch, it would 　　leave an indelible mark on its history. 　　 The waiter at Fugui Restaurant lay listlessly on the greasy dining table, occasionally wiping it with a rag stained with black oil 　　. 　　 The restaurant was deserted; the few customers made even the usually diligent waiter lethargic 　　, wondering why the usually bustling restaurant was so quiet today… 　　 He perked up his ears to the idle chatter of a few customers nearby. 　　 "...Brother Liang, I recently heard that General Yang's household has welcomed another young master, and the child was born 　　with extraordinary signs..." 　　 "Yes, yes... I heard that his mother dreamed of a dragon entering her womb before giving birth to him, I wonder 　　 what that omen means..." 　　 "...Shh...Silence! How can we discuss such taboo matters?! The Yang and 　　Dugu families hold immense power in the court, and the Emperor is rumored to be slightly unwell recently... 　　Let's not talk about that anymore, 　　 let 　　 's 　　 drink 　　, let's drink..." ********** ... 　　 According to historical records, Yang Guang was born in either 560 or 568 AD. Now 　　, things are complicated. Although I don't know what year it is now, based on conversations with those around me, I know my current 　　father, Yang Jian, is already twenty-four years old. 　　 Historically, Yang Jian died in 604 AD at the age of sixty-four. That means my current 　　father was born in 540 AD, and it's now 564 AD. 　　 Sigh, I wonder if future history will follow the same pattern as before; I guess it will be roughly the same. After all, I'm only 　　a few years old; even with the butterfly effect, it shouldn't happen that quickly. 　　 Moreover, according to a theory I read in a science magazine, history is a horizontal line. When an external force 　　acts on it, it splits at that point, one line remaining the same as before, while the other 　　line represents a completely new history. In any case, the current historical line and the previous historical line already have 　　an angle, meaning the difference between them will become increasingly larger and more distant. 　　 I glanced around. It was a spacious room, furnished exactly as I remembered 　　: bed, couch, table, chair, low table, desk, screen, cabinet, chest, and wardrobe—everything I knew. At this time, 　　the Han Chinese were undergoing a period of ethnic integration. The former nomadic tribes, through invasion and blood fusion with the Han people, had established 　　the present-day nation. During this period, while much Han culture disappeared and was rebuilt, it also incorporated elements unique to the nomadic tribes 　　. Although nomadic chairs and stools were still looked down upon by powerful families, their practicality and ease of use would undeniably 　　be accepted by most. 　　 My mother was resting on the bed, occasionally opening her eyes to look at me. I knew this was 　　the famous Empress Dugu from history. 　　 Her skin was beautiful, white as jade, and she inherited the long, oval face characteristic of the Xianbei and other nomadic tribes—what later generations 　　called a "melon seed face." Scientific evidence shows that this face shape is closest to the golden ratio; it's very beautiful. She had delicate eyes 　　, slender, arched eyebrows, and a straight, prominent nose. 　　 At that moment, I remembered the historical accounts of Empress Dugu, described as intelligent and decisive—truly a reflection of her character. Just then, 　　she seemed to sense my gaze and smiled at me. She beckoned, and a maidservant beside her carefully picked me up and 　　placed me in her arms. 　　 I felt incredibly embarrassed, my face burning slightly. Yet, I also felt a strange sense of wantonness; my breasts were quite full, and I 　　was indignant, thinking, 'How can I be held like this by a beautiful woman? It's so undignified!' "It seems my mind 　　has been affected after reincarnation, becoming like a child, with the pure heart people talk about. My heart is pure and innocent 　　(only lust exists, hehe), free from all worries. Sometimes I'm confused about the meaning of being here, but ultimately, 　　under the influence of my childlike mindset, I let go. In my opinion, since heaven has arranged such a bizarre encounter 　　for me, I should just open my heart. I think I'll be better than Yang Guang in history, after all, I have thousands of 　　years more knowledge than him. 　　 In my previous life, I loved reading history. Plus, as an author, I 　　frequently consulted the Twenty-Four Histories and the *Tiangong Kaiwu*. In this reincarnation, for some reason, the content I read before 　　is vividly clear in my mind, and I can recall it word for word, as if my memory..." It's increased compared to before. 　　I often read in fantasy novels that people who travel back in time always have photographic memories and improved physiques. It's said that 　　the baptism of time-space energy changes their bodies. I think my body is like that now. 　　 I was brought here by strange lightning, and my body and soul have undergone a baptism of lightning and time-space energy. 　　And just a few days ago, when I was daydreaming, I seemed to be able to use my spirit to sense energy 　　particles in space and create lightning. However, this ability seems to be related to mental strength; even with my 　　body having undergone a double baptism of lightning and time-space energy, I still feel a little dizzy after using it—probably because I'm still young. And strangely, 　　it feels like something is missing, as if someone has taken a part of me, and I always feel...

I felt a warm, comforting emotional fluctuation… Sigh, maybe it was just my imagination, after all, it didn't really have any effect. (Really
? Hehehe, the author chuckles lewdly.)
Of course, I dared not show this, otherwise everyone would think I was a monster. Besides
, my current father is a notoriously superstitious person.
All these thoughts only lasted a moment. At this moment, my current mother, Dugu Jialuo, was still gently
coaxing me. A warm current welled up in my heart. Now that I'm her son, I should truly treat her as my
mother. Of course, this also has the meaning of expressing my feelings. I will never see my mother again, so I can only be filial
to my current mother so that I won't have any regrets later.
Dugu Jialuo held me in her arms, stretched out her finger to tease me, and said, "Baby, be good, baby, smile…"
At this moment, she was not as ruthless and domineering as she would be later; she was very gentle, perhaps because she had just had a child and
was filled with maternal love.
Someone nearby, seemingly trying to amuse me, pinched my little brother and said to my mother, "Sister Jialuo
, who knows how many girls this young master will seduce in the future? Look at his newborn cub, it's already
almost the size of a fourteen or fifteen-year-old. When he's thirteen or fourteen, it'll probably be two sizes bigger than this little thing under Jade Duck's cub
."
I was very puzzled, looking at this maid-like person with great confusion, not understanding what she meant
. However, she was quite pretty, with a delicate beauty and a touch of heroism, quite like the later star Brigitte Lin. Judging from her name,
Jade Duck, and the fact that she seemed to be favored by Madam Dugu, even calling Madam Dugu "sister," I,
in my later life, really liked Brigitte Lin, so I also had a good impression of this woman named Jade Duck. Hmm? What a strange fragrance
, it must be coming from Madam Dugu, but it smells very good, and my little brother moved a bit. Eh, Madam Dugu's
eyes are so strange. I followed my mother's gaze and saw my little brother, the one I was so proud of .
Strangely enough, as soon as I uttered a sound, my little brother was already as thick and strong as the one I had at sixteen or seventeen in my previous life. Any man
would be happy. Smelling the fragrance, my little brother actually got hard. I glanced at my mother; her eyes
were even stranger, and watery, as if they were dripping with lust. Could it be?… The strange fragrance around us grew
stronger. This didn't seem to be sandalwood! Drowsiness washed over me; babies are so prone to falling asleep. So,
with my lewd questions about the fragrance and my mother, I quietly drifted off to sleep…
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Several months have passed, and winter is approaching. Over these months, I've become much lazier. Every
day, I wake up and lie in my warm little swaddle, reminiscing about the fun things that happened in my previous life.
Since that last time, whenever Mother Dugu carried me, she was always bundled up, and she no longer gave me that strange look
. Had I imagined it? But I never smelled that intoxicating, strange fragrance again. "When I become
emperor," I thought to myself, "I must find out if that fragrance is sandalwood."
These past few days, I've thought a lot. I thought about the Five Barbarian Invasions, the current Northern and Southern Dynasties, the prosperous
Kaihuang era established by my father, and the extravagance and debauchery of Emperor Yang of Sui. Then I thought about the Tang Dynasty, the Middle Tang, Empress Wu Zetian, and
the An Lushan Rebellion.
Suddenly, a chill ran down my spine: after the An Lushan Rebellion, the Tang Dynasty lost its vitality and grandeur, and what followed
was another version of the Five Barbarian Invasions—the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms. Heavens! The Five Barbarian Invasions had already depleted
half the vitality of the Han Chinese in the Central Plains, and they had barely had a period of recovery. If they were to experience another An Lushan Rebellion and the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms
, the essence and spirit of the Han people would truly be completely lost.
Emperor Taizong of Tang, as portrayed in history books, was a good ruler. However, limited by the era, his education was still
marked by Confucian forgiveness and the so-called "winning people over with virtue." His character was rife with ambition and
shortsightedness; in a sense, he could be considered a traitor, the greatest traitor in history.
Qin Shi Huang built the Great Wall, establishing the first unified empire and standardizing writing and cart axles;
Emperor Yang of Sui dug the Grand Canal, claiming his three campaigns against Goguryeo were "for the sake of future generations." Yet, due to
their character flaws, the empire fragmented.
And what did Emperor Taizong of Tang do?! He was a sinner for all time, a colossal traitor! Without Li Shimin's
gifts of artisans and books to Tibet, where would Tibet's power have come from, and where would their centuries-long resistance against the Tang Dynasty have been?! Without
Li Shimin's gifts of artisans and books to Japan, where would the advanced technology and shameful culture of later generations of Japanese exist, and where would
the harm they inflicted on the Han people have come from?! Without Li Shimin's gifts of artisans and books to the Western Regions and grasslands, how could the powerful
nomadic tribes of the north have later stirred up trouble in the Central Plains? At that time, apart from the Central Plains, Rome, and India,
most other peoples in the world were still in primitive or slave societies. Tragically,
barbarism ultimately triumphed over civilization, and the Central Plains fell to foreign barbaric tribes! The Han people's millennia-old civilization
and technology were given away for free by this traitor, Li Shimin. And yet, this man is praised by history as
a wise ruler. Are those historians all idiots? Do they really believe that giving
away all the hard-won technology to enemy countries is the act of a wise ruler?
Certainly, history says Li Shimin was a good emperor, but history is written by the victors. And
what about Emperor Yang of Sui, who is often called a good emperor? In terms of territorial expansion, Emperor Yang of Sui implemented a policy of both power and virtue
, primarily using appeasement rather than aggressive military campaigns. Compared to Qin Shi Huang, Emperor Xiaowu of Han, and
Emperor Wenwu of Tang, Emperor Yang of Sui waged far fewer wars. Secondly, when undertaking large-scale construction projects, Emperor Yang did not
disregard the burden on the people. Upon ascending the throne, he immediately announced the exemption of taxes for women, slaves, and servants, followed by several general
amnesties, including granting ten years' compensation to families of those killed in war. After the Grand Canal was completed, he granted amnesty to areas south of the Yangtze and Huai Rivers, granting ten
years' compensation to Yangzhou and three years' compensation to former governors. In 609 AD, he also issued an edict for equal land distribution throughout the empire and
granted a general amnesty. Those exiled since the Kaihuang era, except for the "rebellious party in Jinyang," were all released and allowed to return to their hometowns. The counties of Longyou were also provided with...
"The journey of Emperor Yang of Sui lasted for two years," therefore, to say that Emperor Yang only knew how to "exhaust the people and
waste resources" during this period is simply absurd!
The demise of the Sui Dynasty was not solely Emperor Yang's fault. Emperor Wenwu of Tang also said, "Emperor Yang relied on this wealth, therefore he was
extravagant and immoral, which led to his downfall. Emperor Yang lost his country for the same reason." Every emperor has a greedy and comfort-seeking
side, which is clearly exposed when conditions are favorable. In the early years of the Zhenguan era and during the reigns of Emperors Wen and Jing of Han, the emperors
advocated frugality. This was not because the emperors were simple and frugal, but because after the turmoil, the social economy was depressed, and there was no
way for the emperor to indulge in extravagance. Between enjoying pleasure and keeping the country, any emperor with a modicum of rationality would certainly
choose the latter. In the later years of the Zhenguan era, the social economy recovered, and Emperor Wenwu of Tang was showered with "brocade and pearls; palaces
and pavilions were frequently built; dogs, horses, falcons, and hawks were sent from afar; and the expenses for his travels were considerable." It is evident that
the traditional historians' portrayal of Emperor Yang of Sui as a tyrant and Emperor Wenwu of Tang as a wise ruler is largely a product of their times; they were essentially
birds of a feather. If Emperor Yang of Sui had died a few years earlier, and Qin Shi Huang and Emperor Wenwu of Tang had lived a few more years, would their historical evaluations
have been reversed?
Many of Emperor Yang's achievements aligned with the trend of historical development, but every step forward in human history
comes at a heavy price. Emperor Yang was an emperor at a turning point in history; he failed
, but the detour he took played a pivotal role, creating the so-called Zhenguan era of prosperity at the cost of his country's destruction, personal ruin,
and disgrace. Emperor Yang's life can be described as one of unparalleled achievements! Unfortunately
, Emperor Yang of Sui died in a palace coup in 618 AD at the hands of the Yuwen family. His
father, Emperor Wen of Sui, Yang Jian, seized the throne from the Xianbei royal family, the Yuwen family
. The Xianbei nobles then took advantage of the chaos to kill Yang Guang, leading to the downfall of the Sui Dynasty. It can be said that if Yang Guang hadn't been killed, the Sui Dynasty would never have fallen.
China reached its zenith under the leadership of Emperor Ming of Sui, Yang Guang, who was revered as the "Holy
Khan" by various surrounding ethnic minorities. The inscription read, "From heaven below, above earth, under the sun and moon, only the Holy Khan reigns. Today is the great sun; may the Holy
Khan live a thousand years, ten thousand years, as long as today." While most people know that Li Shimin was later revered as the "Heavenly Khan
" by the Turks, few know that Yang Guang was also revered as the "Holy Khan" by the Turks. The Turkic Qiren Khan submitted a memorial to Emperor Yang
Guang of the Sui Dynasty, stating: "The Great Sui Dynasty's sage Khan has shown compassion and care, and the people, deeply grateful, have wholeheartedly submitted.
Some have entered the Great Wall from the south, while others reside along the White Road. Like withered trees sprouting new branches and leaves, like bones growing new flesh, they will forever be the sheep and horses of the Great Sui Dynasty." This expressed his
deep respect and submission to the Sui Dynasty. It is clear that the title of "Sage Khan" came before "Heavenly Khan," and the significance of the "Sage Khan"
far surpasses that of the "Heavenly Khan." Throughout history, which emperor of the Central Plains dynasties has received this honor?
Only Emperor Yang Guang of the Sui Dynasty! Just as Qin Shi Huang unified China first, no subsequent emperor's unification of China would be
as significant as Qin Shi Huang's!
After Emperor Yang Guang was murdered, the world truly descended into chaos, with various warlords carving up the country. Later, his father's enfeoffed
Duke of Tang, Li Yuan, quelled peasant uprisings and defeated various warlords, ultimately establishing the Tang Dynasty. Later, Li Yuan's second son, Li
Shimin, successfully usurped the throne. It can be said that the Sui Dynasty laid a solid foundation for the development and prosperity of the Tang Dynasty. Emperor Yang of Sui paved
the way for Emperor Taizong of Tang. Now, Emperor Taizong is a renowned ruler throughout
history, while Emperor Yang of Sui is seen as a wicked and incompetent ruler. Why? Because Tang history was written by people of the Tang Dynasty, and Sui history was also written by people of the Tang Dynasty… Emperor Yang of Sui's achievements in opening the Grand Canal and expanding the frontier
were erased by the label of being ambitious and warlike. For a pioneer with an innovative spirit, for
an emperor who established the imperial examination system and emphasized innovation, simply because of his
hedonistic nature—a trait common to any emperor—he was given the most negative title of 'Yang' among all emperors after his death. Is this
history of the Sui Dynasty, written by the Tang official Wei Zheng, truly fair?! (Although this is just erotic writing, I still wanted to make it a little
more profound. All of the above is based on true historical data. Alas, I feel sorry for Emperor Yang of Sui.)
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Everyone says the Sui Dynasty perished because of this river, yet to this day, thousands of miles rely on its flowing waters. If it weren't for the water palaces and dragon boats, his achievements would rival those of Yu the Great.
I've been very sad these past few days, feeling quite down. Alas, poor Emperor Yang of Sui, he used his own wealth and
status as a dowry for Li Shimin. He must never be as impulsive as Yang Guang in history; it was a losing proposition
.
Even in later generations, the Grand Canal was still used for the South-to-North Water Diversion Project. It's said that if Emperor Yang of Sui hadn't dug this river, Emperor Taizong of Tang
would have. In the end, Emperor Yang of Sui sacrificed himself for Li Shimin, who benefited greatly. Ah Guang, you were truly a straightforward man
! "Tsk tsk," I was just sighing when I heard a clear, chattering girl's voice outside. I
slapped my forehead with my little hand: "Oh my god, it's that little devil again!" From the moment I was born, I've been subjected to
the torment of my older sister, Yang Lihua. At first, she would hold me and call out to my mother, "Mommy, baby brother is
so heavy...much heavier than Yong brother..." I was always on edge, thinking, "Big sister, hold me tight
, my little body can't take a fall."
I rolled my eyes. Good heavens, my sister is nine years old already, how can she still be so...childish?! Is this
the Empress of Emperor Zhou Xuan in history? I'd better marry her off as soon as possible.
Ever since I could speak at six months and walk at ten months, displaying all sorts of extraordinary abilities, my family has favored me even more.
After all, I'm just a baby, and even if I'm a bit extraordinary, my family thinks it's a gift from heaven and doesn't suspect anything else.
And after being unable to speak or walk for so long, I was almost at my breaking point, so I had to make a small effort to show my true colors
.
*Squeak*—the door creaked open, and I turned to see a little head peeking out from the doorway.
I shrank back; babies are so weak, even a little breeze felt cold. It was autumn again
, and I was already a year old without realizing it.
Mother Dugu was holding me, half-sitting on the bed, with Yu Ya attending to me. Mother Dugu said, "Is that Hua'er
? Come in, close the door, don't let your little brother get cold."
My sister skipped over to the bedside; she seemed to have grown even more in just a few days—truly, girls change so much as they grow up!
My sister leaned against the edge of the bed, propping her head up with her little arm, her round eyes fixed on me.
Madam Dugu scolded, "Girls shouldn't be so demure. A few days ago, people from the palace came to
discuss sending you to the palace as the Crown Princess in a couple of years. How can you be the Empress if you act like this?"
The older sister pouted, "I don't want to marry that Yuwen Yun! People in the manor say he's very dissolute
, a young man who frequents brothels all day long. Even the Emperor has reprimanded him many times
."
Madam Dugu raised an eyebrow, saying, "Who's gossiping like that to you? What a talkative servant! If I
find out, I won't let him get away with it."
Seeing her mother's anger, the older sister was too frightened to speak, only pouting her small, red lips, muttering unhappily, her eyes
welling up with tears, but daring not to cry lest she anger her mother.
Seeing the pitiful and aggrieved expression on that beautiful face, one couldn't bear it. I raised my tiny, soft
hands and called out, "Sister... kiss, sister... hug me..." My sister chuckled
, but her eyes were still brimming with tears. Her delicate face was streaked with tears, truly captivating.
My heart fluttered, and I wiggled my arms, saying, "Sister... kiss..." She picked me up and let my head
rest on her chest. People say that girls in ancient times were mostly precocious, and it's certainly true. My ten-year-old sister already had two
soft mounds on her chest (probably hereditary, I glanced at my mother with a lewd look). Although they were still a bit immature, they
would definitely develop into very shapely bodies in a few years, hehe.
I, a child with the mind of a twenty-year-old, lying on the chest of such a little beauty, felt so wonderful.
At that moment, a faint fragrance wafted from my sister, making my heart itch. I really hate this
child's body; if only I could grow up faster, how depressing!
My sister kissed me on the cheek, some saliva getting on the corner of my mouth. I stuck out my tongue and licked her face. Hehe
, it smelled sweet and fragrant. She was a little ticklish from my lick and giggled. (Ugh, "Lolita tendencies!")
After playing around for a while, my sister said to Mother Dugu, "Mother, I heard Father is hosting a banquet tomorrow to see my little
brother's first birthday celebration. It'll be very lively..." Mother smiled and said, "Your little brother has been
restless since birth. I hope he doesn't cause any trouble tomorrow."
The next morning, several rather beautiful maids carried me to bathe in warm water, but I could only look
and not touch. There is no crueler thing in the world than this. I endured it, I endured it, thinking to myself, 'With
a little brother as robust as me, I can probably enjoy the life of having three wives and four concubines in a dozen years.
' My mouth is watering.
The chores were finished, there was nothing for me, a child, to do. I just waited for the banquet to begin. In a daze, lying on my small bed,
I was carried by my wet nurse to the main hall. My father, Yang Jian, was chatting and laughing with the crowd, creating a lively
and festive atmosphere. A red carpet was laid out in the center of the hall, upon which were placed copper coins, ears of wheat, a small sword, seals, the Analects
, pastries, cosmetics, and account books. My mother, Dugu, first carried me to the inner hall to pay respects to our ancestors, then
carried me out and placed me in the middle of the red carpet.
I was confused for a moment. If I made a name for myself now, it would surely make it easier to be made crown prince in the future
. Having made up my mind, I staggered to the ears of wheat, picked them up, and exclaimed, "Phew—I'm exhausted! My
stamina is still lacking!"
At this, the onlookers burst into laughter, and whispers rippled through the crowd. My father's expression
changed slightly but quickly returned to normal. I couldn't help but admire him. Truly worthy of being the founding emperor! Look at that composure! "
Tsk tsk tsk..." Truly, there's nothing to say about him.
Glancing sideways, I saw a man standing beside my father. I'd noticed him the moment he arrived; he was dressed in fine clothes
, of medium build, with a hooked nose and thin lips, exuding an air of authority. Unfortunately, his heavy eye bags and slight puffiness clearly
indicated excessive indulgence in wine and women, instantly diminishing his appeal.
A mocking smile played on his lips as he chuckled, "Sui Gong's son is indeed as extraordinary as the rumors say, ha ha
, a truly remarkable debut! He'll never have to worry about food again, ah, ha ha…"
Father Upon hearing this, the man standing below the father's head turned pale with anger and was about to step forward when the father waved his hand and
said, "Thank you for General Yuwen's auspicious words. This boy will live a peaceful life, free from worries about food and clothing; it is truly his good fortune."
Seeing the vulgarity in the two men's conversation, no one dared to interrupt. Only a man in his fifties to the lower left stroked his beard and
smiled, saying, "No, I think this boy is no ordinary person." The father laughed, "Mr. Zhao, you flatter me
. I am but a mere child; how could I deserve such praise?"
I was surprised, but then I understood. The man who spoke earlier must be Yuwen Hu
, who had a long-standing feud with my father, and this must be Zhao Zhao, the fortune teller who had privately told my father he possessed the countenance of a ruler. Indeed, his reputation was well-deserved.
Holding a stalk of wheat, he rested briefly, then swayed to the side of the *Analects*, laboriously dragging it to the seal
, then panting as he put down the copper coins and gripped the small sword in his hand.
At this moment, everyone fell silent, filled with astonishment. I looked around, plopped down on the seal; one foot on
a book, the other on a coin, left hand holding an ear of wheat, right hand dragging a wooden sword, sitting upright and looking around. I was exhausted; I definitely needed to
train harder.
At this moment, everyone fell silent. Zhao Zhao laughed, "The son of Lord Yang is no ordinary man!"
My father beamed, extremely happy, feeling incredibly proud. His earlier composure had completely
vanished. Yuwen Hu, however, remained expressionless and silent. My father happily took me to eat longevity noodles
, and everyone chatted and laughed. My first birthday in ancient times passed by in such a dramatic way…
Now, every day I have to organize the knowledge I've memorized and remember it carefully. This is all precious
! Whether I live a life of luxury or poverty depends on how well I memorize this knowledge. Although I believe my current memory is unparalleled, a lack of foresight leads to immediate trouble. 　　It's always better
to be cautious .
Besides, with my body only a little over a year old, I can't do anything I want to do, so I can only slowly think
about things. Anyway, I'm just idling around on a cloudy day. The baby's
first birthday celebration a few days ago made my father quite proud. Although I myself scoff at it, to
people nowadays, it seems like an incredibly magical thing.
My father was beaming with joy all day. Zhao Zhao said to him, "Your Highness, the wheat you hold represents the people; the sword you wield
represents the army; the book you step on represents the scholars; the money you tread on represents the merchants; and the seal you sit on represents power. Judging from these extraordinary signs
, Your Highness will surely be no ordinary person!"
Yang Jian, a famously superstitious man recorded in history books, was delighted to hear Zhao Zhao's words. Moreover,
there were auspicious signs at my birth, which made my father even more fond of me. It seems that if history doesn't go terribly wrong
, as long as I perform well, becoming the crown prince shouldn't be a problem.
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Time flies like water, passing by quickly without you noticing.
It's June, and the weather is getting hotter. After listening to the teacher's lesson in the morning, I ran to the back garden to cool off. What
a decadent landlord's life! Hehe.
Because of my outstanding performance from a young age, my father hired a tutor for me when I was one and a half. It's truly my own fault;
I've been oppressed and depressed since childhood.
As my father's birthday approached, the household became increasingly busy. Although my father valued frugality, his birthday still had to be
celebrated—it was both a good opportunity to cultivate relationships with high-ranking officials and a matter of face.
Almost all the important officials of the court were present for my father's birthday. After all, my father was the governor of Suizhou, the Duke of Daxing, and a Grand General. Moreover, he
would inherit the title of Duke of Sui in the future; he currently held immense power and had a bright future. My father's birthday was the
perfect opportunity to curry favor!
Midway through the banquet, someone suddenly raised his cup and said, "Today is Duke Yang's birthday, and many guests have gathered. I've heard that the General's second son is
exceptionally intelligent from a young age. How about having him compose a poem to enhance the atmosphere?"
I frowned. Although since the Jin Dynasty, aristocratic families had often enjoyed idle talk, and composing poems at banquets was commonplace. But
to ask a four-year-old to compose a poem at this moment is practically humiliating! Looking up, I saw the boy staring with amusement at
the person at the head of the table.
Damn, it's Yuwen Hu again! This kid really has a grudge against my father; he's so obviously disrespecting
him now.
Just then, two geese called from the pond outside the hall. My eyes lit up. Haha, Brother Luo Binwang, excuse me.
My father doesn't like poetry and has no confidence in me, so he was about to decline when I stood up and said, "Since that's the case, then I
'll be presumptuous." Turning to the outside of the hall, I said, "Today, I'll compose a short poem about geese to entertain our guests."
"Goose, goose, goose." A pause followed, and a burst of laughter came from among the guests. He silently grumbled 　　 to himself, then continued, "Neck arched 　　towards
the sky, white feathers floating on green water, red palms 　　 paddling 　　 clear 　　waves 　　. 　　" 　　****************
... On the one hand, it would allow him 　　to express his loyalty to the emperor ; on the other hand, it would allow him to accumulate immense prestige. His father had been leading troops since the age 　　of fourteen and enjoyed great prestige within the army. However, families with centuries of history still valued reputation and character even more. 　　His father personally served his grandmother, staying by her side day and night. After three years, his prestige should have reached an extremely 　　high level. Both the Hu and Han peoples highly valued filial piety, only the objects of this respect differed 　　. Han filial piety extended to all elders, while Hu filial piety specifically referred to one's mother. Because the Hu people believed in the survival of the fittest 　　, cases of patricide and fratricide were commonplace. However, due to the mother's 　　role in raising and nurturing, disobeying one's mother was an intolerable crime among the Hu people. His father's reputation for filial piety 　　should win over most of the people. However, with his father serving his grandmother, most of the power would fall into 　　Yuwen Hu's hands. With his arrogant nature, he would definitely give his father a hard time. But thinking about it, given his father 　　's composure, there shouldn't be any problem. 　　 **************************************************************************************** 　　 The snowflakes fell in a flurry, and in the blink of an eye, it was winter of 569 AD. Chang'an City was 　　a blanket of white. Although the snow here didn't have the grandeur of "Yanshan snowflakes as large as mats," it 　　still possessed the beauty of "willow catkins fluttering, plum blossoms adorning the ground." 　　 The snow at this time was truly pure; I had never seen such a pure and unpolluted world in later generations. Each 　　flake, like willow catkins, seemed to drift into one's heart, washing away all impurities. 　　 My graceful older sister, wearing a white fur cloak, accompanied me, full of enthusiasm, as we walked along the path in the back garden. 　　 Although the back garden was desolate, with withered flowers and fallen leaves, the blooming of a few plum blossoms added 　　a touch of vibrant spring to the otherwise bleak and lifeless scene, creating a unique and delightful sight. The fourteen-year-old woman had already developed 　　into a woman resembling a seventeen-year-old girl in later times. While her body was still somewhat immature, it exuded the unique 　　vitality of youth. Moreover, her figure was curvaceous, and her features were exquisite; given time, she would undoubtedly become a stunning beauty capable of captivating and bewitching all 　　. However, at this moment, the beauty's brows were like green mountains in spring rain, her eyes like autumn waters rippled with sorrow, and her brow was furrowed, unable 　　to reveal her true feelings. 　　 She tossed aside the snowball in her hand, brushed the snow dust off her hands, and said, "Sister, the back garden is so beautiful, why are you so 　　dejected? If these plum blossoms had spirits, they would be ashamed to death if they knew how unattractive I was, hehe." 　　 Her sister released a plum blossom from her hand and said coquettishly, "You little devil, teasing me like this! You know 　　I'm troubled, yet you laugh at me, don't you?" 　　 From my first birthday celebration as a child, I displayed extraordinary abilities, and later became famous throughout the capital for my poem "Ode to the Goose." 　　Even when accompanying my parents at home, I would occasionally utter surprising words. Therefore, everyone thought I was a child prodigy and didn't underestimate me because of my young age.

I rarely hid anything from my older sister, who had always doted on me since childhood, so
she valued my thoughts more than others.
Once, when I went to my mother to check on my studies, I overheard my father say that my sister was my aunt's daughter
, but had been raised by my parents since childhood. Knowing about this aunt, who was never recorded in history and whom I had never met
, made me realize even more clearly that history was indeed slightly different from reality. At least, in
the history I know, there is no mention of Yang Jian's sister. This made me both uneasy and secretly
pleased.
After all, my mental age is twenty, and after five years of childhood, I can't say whether I'm still childlike
or more mature—perhaps both. Moreover, I have a deep affection for this older sister who has been with me since childhood,
and naturally I cannot bear to see her marry that infamous tyrant, Emperor Xuan of Zhou, Yuwen Yun.
He is nothing like his ambitious and capable father, Emperor Wu of Zhou, Yuwen Yong. His father is still
alive, yet he only knows how to drink and indulge in pleasure every day; what's more, his father will die in ten years, and
wouldn't he become even more debauched then?
And for some reason, I have an inexplicable feeling towards my own sister. Could it be…?
No, I shook my head, thinking to myself, 'Sister, I will never let you marry that tyrant…'

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