106. With her presence, the people of the Dragon Kingdom will never forget their roots.
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“Remember the national humiliation? What does that even mean?”
“What is Fanxing Ji up to this time? It’s not a holiday or anything — this title… it feels like a mystery being forced.”
“Despite that, I still choose to trust the Goddess Ji! She definitely won’t do anything reckless!”
“Same here! I believe in the Goddess Ji! Waiting eagerly!”
As soon as Fanxing Ji’s new song teaser was released, it immediately shot to the top of trending searches.
Although most netizens were puzzled by the phrase “Remember the National Humiliation,” almost no one doubted Fanxing Ji’s sincerity out of trust in her. Instead, they grew even more eager to see what surprise she would bring this time.
Of course, the paid trolls who detest Fanxing Ji seized every opportunity to attack.
“Heh, is Fanxing Ji going the patriotic route now? What a joke. Who among today’s youth even cares about this?”
“Just trying to attract attention! They’ll stoop to any level to get views!”
However, these discordant voices were soon drowned out by the overwhelming backlash from fans.
“Do you even know what you’re saying? How dare you call patriotism a show for attention!”
“Not bothering with them. Just because it’s a new song by Fanxing Ji, I’ll watch it first!”
“There’s a lot of new songs today. Tang Song also released ‘Secret Love Is Bitter,’ but since the Goddess Ji dropped a song, I’m naturally choosing hers!”
With intense curiosity and anticipation, netizens eagerly clicked the video link Fanxing Ji had posted.
What appeared was not music but an old film clip.
In the blurry footage, a white-bearded elder wore a face full of sorrow.
“The difficulty of opium prohibition lies in the bribery at the customs outside and the corruption among ministers inside. Coupled with the emperor’s fickle will, banning opium truly is a calamity with unpredictable consequences.”
The scene shifted to the emperor clad in yellow robes announcing at the Temple of Heaven,
“Order issued to Lin Zexu: all opium shall be destroyed on the spot, so that the people may see clearly and all the barbarians beyond the seas will kowtow to the Celestial Empire!”
Wooden crates were smashed open one by one, and the pitch-black opium was poured into lime water before the gathered crowd.
The ministers nodded with relief, unaware that this marked the beginning of the end for China’s last feudal dynasty.
In 1840, Britain allocated funds for the war against China.
That July, Zhejiang’s coastal fortresses fell; Dinghai was lost. No civil or military officials surrendered—hundreds chose death over dishonor…
On August 29, 1842, China was forced to sign the Treaty of Nanking, losing the port city regions!
During the Second Opium War in 1856, the Treaty of Beijing forced China to cede over 1.5 million square kilometers in the northeast and northwest!
The Treaty of Aigun, the Boxer Protocol… one humiliating treaty after another reduced China to a semi-feudal, semi-colonial society.
Rain poured over the Forbidden City, dripping down the eyes of stone lions guarding the palace gates for over 400 years, as if they wept in sorrow.
The long-closed gates of the feudal dynasty were blasted open by cannon fire, ushering in modern Chinese history.
“Opium War?”
Netizens stared at the watermark in the video’s lower right corner, confused.
“Isn’t this just history from textbooks? Why would Fanxing Ji turn it into a video?”
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“Our history teacher back then said this was a humiliating era, so we just skimmed over it. Now seeing it like this feels so suffocating.”
“This makes me so uncomfortable. Goddess Ji, hurry up and release the song or I’m out.”
In the live comments, reactions varied—curiosity, emotion, even deliberate avoidance.
Yet no matter what, Fanxing Ji had found a way to bring this nearly forgotten history back into public view.
And this was only the beginning…
The video continued.
Flames engulfed every inch of the Old Summer Palace; once magnificent imperial gardens were now nothing but ruins.
An English newspaper filled the entire screen.
In huge letters, it declared: “The Sick Man of East Asia”…
For over seventy years, suffering had left the land of China scarred and desolate. The common people lived in misery; the great nation teetered on collapse.
Viewers’ hearts felt gripped by an invisible hand, struggling for breath.
At this moment, all had forgotten why they had clicked the video. Modern education in the Dragon Kingdom treated this chapter as a painful wound best left untouched and unspoken.
But Fanxing Ji stripped it bare, blood and flesh exposed. She wanted everyone in the Dragon Kingdom to understand that modern Chinese history was not merely a story of humiliation but a saga soaked in blood and tears!
How could the bloodied history begun by the Opium Wars ever be forgotten?
The hardship of banning opium brought China endless disgrace. Yet now you say, “Even if my idol uses drugs, I’ll still love him?”
Originally intending only to expose Tang Song’s drug use, Fanxing Ji grew more alarmed as she researched. What was unforgivable in China was treated lightly in the Dragon Kingdom.
The Dragon Kingdom, on the verge of losing its tradition and culture, was about to forget its own history!
Impossible!
As long as Fanxing Ji was here, the people of the Dragon Kingdom would never forget their roots!
“Proud China, despised by foreign powers, scorned by barbarians—how could we not think of revolution?”
A young voice echoed in the video, the picture brightening, stirring hearts.
No sooner had the words fallen than guitar strings rang out. Uplifting music played as youthful faces filled the screen, and the song began, blending with the visuals.
“Riding on the cloud of leaving home,
Drifting to the unknown ends of the earth~”
Students marched into the streets, shouting slogans with fiery passion.
They held banners high, youthful faces brimming with anger and defiance.
Their cries of righteous indignation pierced the heavens as they charged the blockade, risking flesh and blood against heavily armed soldiers.
“Gently wipe away your tears,
Ignore the crows that chatter,
Swallow the dust and sand,
Only then can you slowly grow~”
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A gunshot rang out, and a student fell, blood staining the ground.
Yet this did not deter the others; instead, it ignited their fighting spirit even more.
They charged forward bravely, defending the nation’s dignity with their lives and blood…
“When parting blooms as a flower,
It grows on a cliff,
At the highest mountain peak,
Where only answers can be heard~”
Smoke and gunpowder filled the air. In 1937, full-scale war erupted.
Countless sons and daughters of China sacrificed themselves, rushing to the battlefield and building a steel wall of flesh and blood to resist the invaders’ iron boots.
From the Battle of Shanghai to the victory at Tai’erzhuang, from the Battle of Pingxingguan to the Hundred Regiments Offensive…
The Chinese people paid a heavy price but never gave up resistance. At last, the bright red flag fluttered proudly in the sunlight, proclaiming the great revival of China!
Netizens watching the video were stunned.
“What are all these battles? Why have I never heard of them?”
“So the history our teachers skimmed over was actually so heroic…”
“The footage in the video looks so old, at least 40 years. Damn, it made me cry! Now the main media is barely better than those over-the-top anti-Japanese dramas; I really don’t know who to blame!”
“This suddenly reminds me of my grandfather. When I was young, I hated that he couldn’t hear well and rarely talked to him. Later I learned it was from shell shock. When he was cremated, they found shrapnel in his ashes… I feel so guilty…”
“Awakening! Modern history isn’t just humiliation; it’s a history of growth soaked in blood and tears! It’s history we Dragon Kingdom people must remember!”
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“Big sis! Our Tang Song released a new song today. Let me borrow your phone to stream it!”
In an ordinary apartment, a girl of about fourteen or fifteen, Yuxiao Qiao, excitedly rushed out of her room.
“Hey! Sis! Why are you crying? Ah, whatever, just let me use it!”
“Not happening! That Tang Song has been caught using illegal drugs more than once! Scumbags like that don’t deserve to pollute my phone!”
On the sofa, Yuda Qiao, a short-haired girl, clutched her phone protectively.
In their struggle, the earphone cord was pulled out, and Fanxing Ji’s song played loudly.
Hearing her idol slandered, the girl anxiously defended,
“Tang Song said he’s innocent! Besides, drug use isn’t murder or arson—it’s a personal matter. Why do you care so much?”
“A personal matter?! Are you out of your mind?!” The short-haired girl angrily thrust the phone in front of her sister’s eyes,
“Look carefully at what our country has been through to get where it is today!”