Chapter 127: Leading Hua Xia to Become a Semi‑Colonial State, She Is Hua Xia

"In this woman's heart, has there ever been even a fraction of a nation, a fraction of the people? Only her own life and rank! The foreign enemy is a 'friendly nation', her own people are 'house slaves'? Good, very good! Such an Empress Dowager—how long before she dies?!"

"Western hunt? Hunt what the hell! It's just fleeing!"

Liu Bang is speechless, "If you can't win, just run, that's 'concise'. But if you run, what about the capital's people? Their lives aren't lives, only that old woman's life is precious?"

"Still 'prefer the friendly nation, not the house slaves'? What the hell is that, human speech? Has the heart gone to the armpit? Outsiders are dear fathers, our own people are servants, right? Bah! What nonsense!"

Liu Che, so angry he can't speak, just swings his sword fiercely at the hall's beams, wood shavings flying.

"Declare war on the Eleven Nations? How foolish! How crazy! Defeat and flee, how cowardly!"

"Uttering 'prefer the friendly nation, not the house slaves', how cold‑blooded, how shameless!"

"This is no longer human feeling; it's a complete slave‑owner mindset, treating the people of Hua Xia like weeds, pigs and dogs!"

Li Shimin covers his face with his hand, unable to watch the horrific burning of Beijing, his voice hoarse:

"'Prefer the friendly nation, not the house slaves'… once spoken, the bond between ruler and people is broken, hearts lost, the nation's great righteousness perished!"

"This woman is truly Hua Xia's eternal sinner, ten thousand deaths cannot atone!"

Cheng Yaojin, the rough man, now trembles with anger, shouting:

"Damn his grandma! This old pious hag! Can't win then run, run they did, and still spout this crap?"

"The foreigners are fathers, we Han are servants? If I were a citizen of this Qing Beijing, I'd first damn well slaughter this old witch and tear down her banner!"

"What the hell! Worthy of being Empress Dowager? Still dares to call herself old Buddha? Bah! Bah bah bah!"

Zhu Yuanzhang has completely gone berserk, he prowls the hall like a wounded tiger, his eyes flashing terrifying red.

"All of you, damn it, look closely, this is the beast that treats thieves as fathers and forgets its ancestors!"

"'Prefer the friendly nation, not the house slaves'? Why doesn't she recognize the foreigners as fathers and sell herself to the West?!"

"What does she think of us Han? As pigs and dogs? As slaves to be given away at will?!"

"Is this damn thing even human? It's a beast wearing human skin, a beast among beasts!"

"I, Zhu Yuanzhang, swear here, any descendant of our old Zhu family who dares such thoughts, says such words, need not wait for outsiders; I will personally cleanse the house, chop them up and feed the dogs!"

Zhu Di also feels an unprecedented fury and shame; this is not ordinary stupidity, it's rot to the core, a betrayal of the nation and country from the deepest soul!

Three Kingdoms realm.

Liu Bei weeps hoarsely: "Pitiful capital citizens, ravaged by war, the ruler discards them like worn shoes!"

"Even more hateful, they utter such chilling, bone‑piercing words! The people are innocent, yet our own Empress Dowager treats them as disposable, even despised 'house slaves'?"

"Such a court, such an Empress Dowager, what need is there for their existence? Better collapse soon, to avoid poisoning the world!"

Zhuge Liang, feather fan in hand, sighs: "'Prefer the friendly nation, not the house slaves', this phrase can be called the greatest nonsense of all ages, laying bare the ruler‑people antagonism for all to see."

"With this phrase, the Qing's fall is irreversible. This Ci Xi, truly the final and heaviest strike that rang the death knell of the Great Qing."

【Three: Leading Hua Xia to Become a Semi‑Colonial State】

Under Ci Xi's rule, China became a complete cash‑cow for the great powers.

Territory ceded: 1.5 million square kilometers, reparations exceeding 1.3 billion taels.

Livelihoods collapsed, starving corpses everywhere, yet within the Forbidden City songs and dances continue in peace.

Finally, three years after her death, the Great Qing completely collapsed.

The heavenscreen presented the final figures and images:

Territory ceded: 1.5 million square kilometers, reparations: 1.3 billion taels of silver.

Crimson earth stretches for thousands of miles, starving corpses line the roads, the human tragedy of children being exchanged for food.

Yet within the Forbidden City, flutes and songs, dazzling dances persist, a life of drunken dreams and death.

Finally, the Qing dragon banner falls, the gunfire of the Wuchang Uprising sounds, an era ends completely.

"1.5 million square kilometers… 1.3 billion taels…"

Ying Zheng closes his eyes, his chest heaving violently.

This figure, compared to the territory and wealth he gained by unifying the Six Kingdoms, is probably not far behind, perhaps even greater!

And this, unbelievably, was given by an Empress Dowager over decades, like a scattering child of wealth, to the foreign enemies, even sacrificing countless lives of the people and the nation's dignity!

"Semi‑colonial… cash‑cow…"

Ying Zheng slowly opens his eyes, his gaze cold and resolute, seeing through everything.

"This dynasty has perished, not due to foreign foes but because of internal traitors, because of this woman. Future generations should forever take this as a lesson."

"Authority must never be handed to such poisonous, selfish women and traitors who lack any sense of nation or world!"

"Cash‑cow… what a cash‑cow!"

Liu Bang clicks his tongue, but can no longer smile.

"The foreigners are short of money, so they come to the Great Qing to withdraw; this old witch is the one handling the accounts, still fearing the amount isn't enough, not fast enough."

"1.5 million lands, 1.3 billion silver… what the hell a huge estate this is, just squandered away. As for the top spot, she truly deserves it, unmatched."

Liu Che, Li Shimin, Zhu Yuanzhang and all other great‑minded emperors, gazing at the shocking figures and tragedies, fell into silence.

It was a silence of rabbit‑dead‑fox‑sorrow, and a warning that pierced to the bone.

A dynasty can collapse so thoroughly, so swiftly, so humiliatingly, its root lying in the supreme ruler's extreme selfishness and decay.

This is scarier than any foreign enemy.

【Netizen summary: "The Great Qing's number one sinner, the greatest antagonist of modern history." Ci Xi wasn't stupid, she was evil, evil to the bone, the epitome of feudal despotism's decay.】

"The Great Qing's number one sinner, the greatest antagonist of modern history… not stupid, evil…"

Emperors of each dynasty chew over this summary, nodding one after another.

Indeed, judging their deeds, not wholly foolish, but their core is extreme evil, an ultra‑selfish, cold cruelty that places personal ambition above nation and people.

She is the product of feudal despotism rotted to the extreme, and its most concentrated embodiment.

【Heavenscreen conclusion: Empress Dowager Ci Xi, with her whole life proved that unchecked power is terrifying.】

She was not an emperor, yet she destroyed the foundation of a dynasty more completely than any tyrant ever did.

Empress Dowager Cixi Yehenara, the number one on the Tyrant List, she is fully deserving.

The heavens issued the final verdict, and the golden light began to slowly recede.

The entire All Heavens and Myriad Realms fell into silence.

Everyone was shocked beyond measure by the deeds and fate of this top tyrant.

Earlier tyrants were debauched, cruel, foolish, or selfish, but none like Cixi, who combined lavish betrayal of the nation, imprisoning the sovereign and killing officials, foolishly declaring war, treating the people as slaves, and using the prestige of the Empress Dowager to enact the ruin of the state, dragging a great empire into a semi‑colonial abyss—truly unique.

'Number one… well deserved.'

After a long while, in some unknown time and space, someone murmured a line.

Immediately, a chorus of curses, sighs, and debates thundered across the heavens and myriad dynasties.

The name Empress Dowager Cixi Yehenara, accompanied by a series of infamies such as 'old witch', 'profligate woman', 'nation‑losing Empress Dowager', 'Treaty Printer', 'Reform Crusher', has been permanently nailed to the pillar of historical shame, placed at the top of the Tyrant List, and subjected to contempt for ten thousand generations.

The Tyrant List inventory ends here; the next inventory will commence in three days—stay tuned (✧).