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Qin Feng smiled slightly, excitedly looking at his butler, Afu. Afu said, "The current Sovereign really appreciates me and often listens to my suggestions."
Qin Fu also nodded with a smile, echoing his master. "Song Qingdi can be considered a wise ruler. Shortly after becoming emperor, he listened to the people's advice and expelled the six treacherous ministers, some executed directly while others were exiled, winning the hearts of the people."
"Compared to His Majesty the Retired Emperor, he is much more serious! His Majesty the Retired Emperor loved beautiful landscapes and women, and was highly skilled in calligraphy and painting, but he did not care for politics at all. He entrusted the court's power to treacherous ministers like Cai Jing, but thankfully they have been removed! Our Great Song is about to welcome an era of prosperity!"
In his excitement, he felt more like an ambitious young man than just a butler. Qin Fu was only twenty-four years old, one year younger than Qin Feng, and had studied many years of classical texts.
Not associating with those treacherous people, he valued integrity and longed for a more prosperous era for Great Song, hoping he could realize his ambitions as well. If the emperor favored his master, it would surely elevate his master's position in court, and he could also secure an official post for himself—what a way to bring honor to the Old Man below!
He was initially quite pleased that the emperor would listen to his opinions; he thought he was just an inconspicuous figure in court! However, Afu's later words made him somewhat worried.
Wasn't that the famous Emperor Hui? He was highly skilled in painting and calligraphy but did not concern himself with politics, which made Great Song even more vulnerable! The Qin Emperor was his son; after Dajin conquered Liao Dynasty, they would soon come to attack Great Song.
Memories deep in his mind began to awaken slowly. The current emperor was Song Qin Emperor, and his reign name was Jingkang! If he remembered correctly, it should be the first year of Jingkang now. In the second year of Jingkang, a massive war broke out; Dajin's army blocked all routes of reinforcements for the royal family and captured the capital Bianjing. Then Northern Song fell.
If things went as he thought, he wouldn't survive either; it had been two years since then. That was an army of hundreds of thousands of Jin troops, mostly cavalry, and even their infantry were formidable.
Was he really that unfortunate? An accident brought him to the fallen Song Dynasty, and would he still meet a tragic end?
His mood became very low; he felt drained of strength. The laughter and chatter around him brought him back to reality.
He looked over and saw several people sitting nearby; they all appeared to be scholars dressed in white and green robes. Some had their hair tied up in buns while others wore long hats. Although they were tall, they exuded an air of elegance as they recited poetry and discussed its merits.
He couldn't help but find it somewhat ridiculous; Northern Song was on the brink of collapse yet these scholars seemed completely unaware as they engaged in poetic exchanges. It was truly a pity that such healthy bodies were wasted on useless pursuits.
The Song army far away on the frontier was also muddled; there weren't many capable of fighting hard battles—they had grown lazy and were no longer a formidable force.
However, there should still be a powerful army—the Great Song's Western Route Army. Their base was near the Western Xia border where they frequently engaged in battles, making them very strong.
Even if their infantry were relatively strong with numbers exceeding one hundred thousand—after all, Western Xia was also a nation eyeing them covetously.
Suddenly a powerful army surged into his mind! He had read about it in a book before but couldn't recall clearly; these memories began to resurface slowly.
Thinking this way made him feel that things weren't so bad after all—this was an elite force of one hundred thousand! Coupled with tens of thousands from various regions' armies, they should be able to repel the Jin forces.
Perhaps things weren't as dire as he imagined; maybe his crossing over had altered history, delaying that great war by decades or even centuries. Perhaps he could live a carefree life after all.
A smile returned to his face as he felt that defeat wouldn't come easily; there were still one hundred thousand elite soldiers!
Qin Feng held onto this glimmer of hope, feeling that defeat wouldn't come easily—that he could live for several more decades in ease.
In fact, receiving a salary without having to do much work while merely offering some suggestions wasn't such a bad position compared to living as a fugitive.
As Qin Fu daydreamed about how well his master would fare with newfound favor and how wonderful it would be for him to secure an official position for himself!
He said, "Actually master, if you can secure a third-rank High Official position without doing much work at all—it’s all thanks to your father-in-law! You must treat your wife well; she is just too lonely which has made her character rather harsh."
Qin Feng's mind began swirling with thoughts about his father-in-law and wife—Wang Zhongshan—and everything felt chaotic.
Suddenly the name Qin Hui appeared; wasn't he Wang Zhongshan's son-in-law? Wang Zhongshan's father Wang Gui had once been prime minister which allowed the Wang family to gain such power—all their members held positions as High Officials in court.
How could he have forgotten? It was Qin Hui who married Wang Zhongshan's daughter and became his son-in-law; thus starting his rise in court thanks to Wang Zhongshan's recommendation.
Wang Zhongshan only had one daughter—Wang Xiyue—and now that he had married the stunning lady Xi Yue, did that make him Qin Hui?
Had he crossed over only to become a notorious traitor—Qin Hui—while still being called Qin Feng?
He suddenly became fearful; he absolutely did not want to become a historical traitor nor would he ever serve those northern Jin people.
Looking at his butler Afu who still wore a smile on his face with an innocent look.
"Afu, tell me honestly—am I called Qin Feng or Qin Hui? Why do I feel like I'm some great traitor?"
Afu burst into laughter as if hearing a great joke. Looking at his master felt like looking at someone simple-minded who couldn’t even remember their own name!
"Master is called Qin Feng! It's been over twenty years; you've never changed it—it's always been Qin Feng! Where does this name Qin Hui come from? It sounds like an executioner—truly unpleasant."
Qin Feng appeared somewhat surprised; something felt off! This didn't align with history. "I've always been called Qin Feng since I was young—I never changed my name or anything like that."
Afu continued laughing heartily; his gaze seemed odd—as if looking at someone simple-minded who couldn't even remember their own name.
"Master is indeed called Qin Feng; there is absolutely no person named Qin Hui. In Tokyo City all these years I've heard you mention many people—there truly isn’t anyone by that name! If there were such a person they'd just be an obscure commoner—why would you think of them?"
He felt Afu’s laughter was too wild—not like that of a servant but rather mocking him—and gradually stopped laughing though still struggled to contain himself.
Qin Feng truly felt confused; he didn’t understand what was happening. According to history, he should be the infamous traitor Qin Hui yet his name remained unchanged as Qin Feng.
Could it be that by crossing over he'd erased Qin Hui from existence? That person simply didn’t exist anymore—it was just him Qin Feng who made that historical traitor vanish.
In this world there would no longer be Qin Hui—only me Qin Feng—a future great Loyal Minister.
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