Ming Dynasty: pacifying the rebellion and defending the border, dominating the world

Chapter 183 Reverence like a god, wild imagination

Dead, but not quite dead?
Zhu Wushi, Li Dongyang, and the others all had the same thought in their minds.

As for being brought back to life?
That would be even more bizarre; it would be better to let them believe that Zhu Houzhao had risen from the dead.

But sometimes reality is just that unbelievable.

Zhu Houzhao touched his abdomen, looking around blankly: "I remember, I just died for the Ming Dynasty, so what's going on? Could it be that even the Divine Marquis, my teacher, and... Prince Su, you too?"

Yang Yanhe, who ultimately couldn't crawl more than two steps, tremblingly reached out and touched Zhu Houzhao's hand. The warm touch made his eyes widen instantly: "Your Majesty...Your Majesty, you're not dead?"

"Me? Am I dead or not?" Zhu Houzhao was also confused. According to his memory, he was sure he was dead, especially since Zhu Jinzhen's blow had completely shattered his internal organs, and the intense pain plunged him into boundless darkness in an instant.

But what if he's dead? What's his current condition?

"Don't be surprised. I felt that an emperor should die a proper death. How could he be killed by swords? So, I brought you back to life." Zhu Jinzhen waved his hand, and Yang Ning immediately signaled to a Tian Ce soldier waiting outside the door to bring in a three-foot-long white silk ribbon and poisoned wine.

"Your Majesty, poison or white silk, choose one?" The Tian Ce soldier smiled broadly, but in Zhu Houzhao's eyes, he was more terrifying than the Ox-Head and Horse-Face demons of the eighteenth level of hell.

Especially Zhu Jinzhen's words.

What does it mean to think that an emperor has a way of dying and to bring him back to life?

He, Zhu Houzhao, the Zhengde Emperor, didn't believe that emperors needed a special way to die. Looking at the smiling Zhu Jinzhen, he wanted to shout, "That's prejudice! Why can't an emperor kill himself with a dagger?"

And besides, who saves someone so that the other person dies again?
"Gulu!"

Zhu Houzhao swallowed hard, ultimately lacking the courage to question Zhu Jinzhen. But he also felt as if the world had suddenly turned upside down into a completely unfamiliar place.

The others in the Qianqing Palace also looked at Zhu Jinzhen with expressions of horror and disbelief.

What did they just hear?
The emperor wasn't killed in an explosion, nor was he haunted; he was actually resurrected by Zhu Jinzhen?

"Don't look at me like that." Zhu Jinzhen noticed Zhu Wushi's almost perverted fanatic gaze and inexplicable expression. He suddenly smiled and waved his hand, randomly killing a cabinet minister. He said, "The Tianxiang cardamom I gave you is real, but for me... it's about the same as a steamed bun."

"This is the real good stuff."

As he spoke, Zhu Jinzhen casually pointed and secretly used a Teyvat fried egg.

Immediately afterwards, under the watchful eyes of everyone, the Grand Secretary of the Cabinet, who had just been smashed into a bloody mist and whose body was completely destroyed by Zhu Jinzhen's wave of his hand, reappeared before everyone intact, as if time had reversed.

"Hiss~~!"

This scene caused everyone in the Qianqing Palace to gasp in shock, a chill running from the top of their heads to the soles of their feet.

"Resurrection? Resurrection from the dead??"

Apart from the Grand Secretary who had been resurrected, whose legs were trembling and whose pants were soaked with sweat, everyone else was stunned by the scene before them.

Zhu Jinzhen smiled slightly, his expression unfathomable: "Look, even life and death are in my hands."

"Hiss~~!"

Once again, everyone contributed to warming up the Qianqing Palace. They all knew Zhu Jinzhen was powerful, the number one border prince of the Ming Dynasty, the youngest land-based sword immortal, but no one had ever said that this Prince Su could even hold life and death in his hands.
Especially the senior officials beside Yang Yanhe were filled with deep regret.

If they had known it would turn out this way, they wouldn't have dared to offend Zhu Jinzhen in the slightest, not even if mountains of gold and silver or the emperor's throne were placed before them!
After all, in everyone's mind, only gods or Yama, the King of Hell who controls life and death and reincarnation, hold the power over life and death.

Therefore, Zhu Jinzhen = God = Yama (King of Hell)!
How dare they, mere mortals, offend Zhu Jinzhen? Aren't they afraid that if Zhu Jinzhen were alive, he would exterminate their entire clan, and if he were dead, he would banish their spirits to the eighteen levels of hell to suffer eternal torment? Or aren't they afraid of being reborn as animals in their next life?
It's unclear whether Zhu Jinzhen, who simply acted on a whim and casually resurrected Zhu Houzhao, thus triggering a frenzy of speculation among everyone present, now looked at Zhu Houzhao with a beaming smile: "Come, Your Majesty, poison or white silk?"

Zhu Houzhao: "."

Zhu Wushi: "."

Yang Yanhe: "."

Other Grand Secretaries: "."

I recognized him by his eyes; Prince Su was definitely a master of amusement.

Zhu Houzhao, who was the first to be affected, was trembling uncontrollably. Even though he had died once before, the fear he felt as a biological instinct still made it difficult for him to calm down when facing death again.

In the end, Zhu Houzhao gritted his teeth and chose a painful way to die.

A cup of poisoned wine.

Then, after waiting for a long time, Zhu Houzhao was surprised to find that he was still alive. Just as he was about to show his joy, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his stomach and thought that the poison had taken effect.

next moment.

"boom!"

A strong gust of wind swept in, sending Zhu Houzhao flying out of the Qianqing Palace: "Get out, don't dirty this place."

Upon landing, disheveled and with his dragon robe stained with the blood he had shed during his suicide attempt, Zhu Houzhao suddenly sensed something was wrong: "This isn't poisoned wine, this is..."

Watching Zhu Houzhao, who was running frantically in a certain direction with his buttocks clenched.

The people inside the Qianqing Palace were even more convinced that this Prince Su might really be the legendary Heavenly Emperor who descended to earth for trials, otherwise he wouldn't be so willful.

"Yang Ning, I'm leaving this place to you." Zhu Jinzhen glanced around, and no one dared to meet his gaze. They all lowered their heads, trembling as they awaited their fate.

Suppressed by the will of the celestial being, Zhu Wushi and the others could neither reveal information nor resist. They could only act like puppets, continuing to perform according to Zhu Jinzhen's will and their pre-prepared plans.

Yang Ning and his group were just another layer of insurance.

"Yes, Your Highness." Yang Ning bowed and accepted the order.

Just as Zhu Jinzhen was getting up from the dragon throne, preparing to go back, he suddenly saw Zhu Wushi, whose legs were broken. "I almost forgot about you. Your legs... never mind, they're useless. Just die."

Zhu Jinzhen waved his hand, turning Zhu Wushi into a bloody mist, and then casually shoved a Teyvat fried egg into his mouth.

Seeing Zhu Wushi, who had come back from the dead and whose legs had healed, but whose body went limp and knelt before him, Zhu Jinzhen nodded in satisfaction: "Alright, you can continue to deceive us. I'll go back and prepare myself, and put on some more clothes."

(End of this chapter)