[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-simultaneously-transmigrated-my-cheat-skill-is-m":3,"chapter-simultaneously-transmigrated-my-cheat-skill-is-m-simultaneously-transmigrated-my-cheat-skill-is-m-chapter-69":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Simultaneously Transmigrated: My Cheat Skill Is Myself",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2315324,4528,"Chapter 69: Huang Chao: Your Words Amused Me～","simultaneously-transmigrated-my-cheat-skill-is-m-chapter-69",69,"\u003Cp>Song Jiang may not be wealthy, but his methods of distributing righteousness and wealth\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>are beyond the reach of ordinary people—always offering coal in snow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the way back to Chen Wen’s home, Zhang Jie pondered Song Jiang’s extraordinary tactics.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was only because the Great Song forbade those without official merit from holding office\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>that Song Yasi, the Timely Rain and Filial Righteous Black Third,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>could not have achieved great deeds—or even risen to command armies or become chancellor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Song Yasi, Song Yasi—just for this poem, even if you stick your ass up to heaven, you’re still dead.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie’s thoughts turned to Song Jiang’s exile to Jiangzhou,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>when he climbed alone to Xunyang Tower, drank until drunk,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and inscribed on the white plaster wall a ci poem titled “West River Moon” and a seven-character quatrain:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My heart is in Shandong, my body in Wu; drifting like dandelion fluff across rivers and seas, I sigh in vain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When I someday fulfill my lofty ambition, I’ll laugh at Huang Chao for lacking manhood!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Listen—this poem names Huang Chao, the Great General Who Soars to Heaven!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Recall how Huang Chao trampled the bones of ministers on the imperial avenue,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and burned the imperial treasury into ash of brocade—how could any of you, from lowly ministers to the Zhao Emperor, not tremble in fear?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Should I keep Song Jiang alive so he learns from Huang Chao and kills me?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Indeed, on the matter of killing Song Jiang, the civil and military officials of the Great Song, even the emperor, reached an unprecedented consensus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Civil and military officials, the Zhao Emperor: If Song Jiang lives, I cannot sleep!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie’s assessment: The emperor and officials of the Great Song are just like the Korean army—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>they train daily with a map of Pyongyang, yet every real battle is fought at Seoul,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>all their martial virtue expended on their own people.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But how dare Song Jiang laugh at Huang Chao?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huang Chao stormed straight into Chang’an; Song Jiang is still scheming how to be pardoned by the court.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Jiang’s pretentious words made Zhang Jie laugh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huang Chao: Observing your words, they amused me～\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Song said well: “Today’s amnesty, tomorrow’s amnesty—your brothers’ hearts grow cold.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie believed the most nauseating thing Song Jiang ever said was:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“When I gathered righteous men on Liangshan, the hundred-and-eight were so lively;\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>now that I’ve gained fame and success, they scatter like birds and beasts—did I, Song Jiang, err?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie thought Song Jiang should never have been the Heavenly Star—he was more the Star of Official Obsession.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But Song Jiang doesn’t have much time left.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie stroked his chin, his gaze distant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Earlier, while drinking with Song Jiang, he had silently infused a trace of Northern Darkness Divine Art qi\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>into Song Jiang’s body, ensuring he would die spitting blood within three months.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for killing Song Jiang before he sent his brothers to die—was this not reckless with human life?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie replied: This is preventing disaster before it strikes—truly acting in Heaven’s name, a great good deed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moreover, Zhang Jie had a second purpose:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Does this world truly possess transcendent power?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Jiang claimed the Nine Heavens’ Mystic Lady descended to enlighten him—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie wanted to see if the Nine Heavens’ Mystic Lady would save his life!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie wanted to see whether the Nine Heavens Mystic Goddess would save his life!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next day, Zhang Jie and Chen Wen discussed classical texts in the study.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since he planned to take the spring imperial examination in February next year, he could not slack off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pan Jinlian went shopping with Lady Wang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“To study and practice regularly—is this not joyful? Friends come from afar—is this not delightful?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie took a copy of the Analects from the shelf and recited it with a swaying head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I examine myself thrice daily: Have I been unfaithful in serving others?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Have I been untrustworthy in friendship? Have I failed to practice what was taught?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“To fulfill these three—this is wisdom!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Wen sighed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie, however, had another insight: “The sages’ writings are meant to be read, not applied.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What? Why so, Renjie?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Wen was stunned—this was heretical.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If this remark spread, even if he were the top scholar, he’d be cursed by all scholars.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brother Wen, all officials in the world are educated in the sages’ texts—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>yet do their actions align with the sages’ teachings?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie countered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But do their actions accord with the teachings of the sages?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Wen fell silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Great Song court was already overrun with corrupt officials; take Cai Jing, for example—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>his son-in-law Liang Zhongshu once sent him a birthday tribute worth one hundred thousand strings of cash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One hundred thousand strings!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if Liang Zhongshu abstained from all spending for fifty years, his salary couldn’t cover it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This hundred thousand strings were all extracted from the people’s flesh and blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was only the birthday tribute—what of Dragon Boat, Mid-Autumn, New Year’s Eve,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Spring Festival, Lantern Festival, Qingming? Could Liang Zhongshu possibly have failed to offer gifts?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If one dependent of Cai Jing is this vile, how much worse must the others be?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Remember, the emperor’s favorites include not only the powerful minister Cai Jing, but also the grand eunuch Tong Guan and the Grand Marshal Gao Qiang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If a mere Liang Zhongshu clinging to Cai Jing is this way, how much more horrifying must the others be?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Wen’s mind dared a treasonous thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Cai Jing and Gao Qiang are so wicked, what of the emperor who promotes them?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It must be that the treacherous ministers Cai Jing and others have deceived the emperor!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Wen, raised on sages’ texts, instinctively defended the Zhao Emperor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Does the emperor truly not know?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie asked, pointedly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The emperor…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Wen shut his eyes in pain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he didn’t know, how could he hold the throne? How could he command with absolute authority?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The truth was: he knew—and he didn’t care.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could an emperor who viewed the people as livestock, letting his minions plunder at will, truly be fit to rule?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I examine myself thrice daily?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In my view, it should be: Do I grip power tightly?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Do I hold the blade firmly? Are my tools loyal?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beyond these three, all else is trivial.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie continued his shocking pronouncement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brother Chen, in Shi Hao Village, husband and wife part in tears greater than those in Changsheng Hall!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie bowed deeply to Chen Wen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Renjie, leave me. Let me be alone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’ll pretend you never said these words today.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Wen, unable to accept it, dismissed him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good. As long as he doesn’t report me to the authorities, it’s a success.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie walked out of the study with a light step.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Chen Wen, fiercely loyal to the Great Song, chose to report him,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie would have no choice but to shed tears and execute Ma Su, saying to him: “I’ll care for your wife and children.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for Chen Wen, he was utterly loyal to Da Song and intended to report Zhang Jie.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After Zhang Jie left the study, Chen Wen slammed the door shut.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Li, playing in the courtyard, was startled by the noise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Uncle Zhang, is my father alright?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Li, playing in the courtyard, was startled by the tremendous commotion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Uncle Zhang, is my father alright?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He asked Zhang Jie with some concern.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had never seen his father like this before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie patted Chen Li’s small head:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s fine. Your father is just thinking through some problems.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing this, Chen Li relaxed, regained his cheerfulness, and went back to play.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the parlor, Zhang Jie brewed himself a cup of tea and gazed toward the study:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brother Chen, I hope you come to your senses soon.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Overthrowing the Great Song requires people who share his ideals.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Wenyun was one of the candidates he had chosen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, they couldn’t yet say they planned to storm Bianliang and seize the throne.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They needed to be subtle—something like “Make the Great Song Great Again.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Young master, young master.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At noon, Pan Jinlian and the others returned from shopping.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Jinlian, who is this?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What made Zhang Jie frown was that Pan Jinlian and the others had brought back a strange woman.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The woman was graceful and elegant, with a delicate beauty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even compared to Pan Jinlian, she held her own—each had her own merits.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Young master, her surname is Yan, her given name is Poxi.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Today, while shopping with Sister Wang, I came across her…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pan Jinlian introduced Yan Poxi to Zhang Jie and explained how she had met her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yan Poxi? Isn’t she the key figure who drove Song Yasi to Mount Shuipoliang?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing the name Yan Poxi, Zhang Jie’s brow twitched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yasi had been ruined by Yan Poxi:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yan Poxi was beautiful and skilled in poetry, music, and dance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her mother, Yan Po, wishing to repay Song Jiang for his charity, gave her to him as a concubine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But since Song Jiang cared little for women, Yan Poxi grew to despise him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She instead took a liking to Song Jiang’s fellow clerk, Zhang Wenyuan, and began an affair with him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Later, she discovered a letter from Chao Gai to Song Jiang, along with the gold offered as payment,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and used it to blackmail Song Jiang into giving her the gold—whereupon he killed her in a rage.\u003C\u002Fp>",1585,"2026-06-20T14:22:35.989Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","b4b00724b929505e04f676afc0df3b3309cd0474a484f71d4c53abe09d17e09d","simultaneously-transmigrated-my-cheat-skill-is-m-chapter-70","simultaneously-transmigrated-my-cheat-skill-is-m-chapter-68",601,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fsimultaneously-transmigrated-my-cheat-skill-is-m-cover.jpg"]