Emperor Chongzhen was too extreme.

Chapter 70 My Sword Has Never Been Weak
Sun Chuanting has already changed more than a dozen knives used for slashing people.

Inside the city of Xi'an, the Qin Prince's Palace was a scene of singing and dancing in peace and prosperity.

At the time, Prince Zhu Cunshu of Qin was reclining on a large mahogany bed in his home, with eight maids standing on either side constantly serving him chilled fruits.

In front of the bed, the trusted steward of the Prince of Qin's residence was respectfully reporting to him.

"Your Highness, after the Emperor arrived, he not only slaughtered everyone in Tongguan, but now he has also sent imperial envoys to kill people in other counties. Two of these counties even had our people killed!"

Listen to the advice of your trusted subordinates.

Zhu Cunshu, lying on the bed, frowned more and more deeply.

The fat-headed Zhu Cunshu did not feel panicked, but rather felt a surge of anger.

The emperor's sudden arrival in Shaanxi without any prior warning already made him somewhat displeased.

You must understand that this King of Qin is quite different from the other vassal kings in other places.

The title of Qin Wang was bestowed upon Li Shimin, the Heavenly Khan of the Tang Dynasty.

Therefore, the King of Qin was the most respected among the royal families of all dynasties.

Among all the vassal states, the Prince of Qin was nominally ranked first!
Moreover, he was not just a figurehead, unlike those useless princes who were treated like dough by the civil service.

The Qin Prince's clan members are scattered throughout Xi'an, numbering over ten thousand, and the mansion also houses thousands of elite armored soldiers.

All in all.

For a long time, Shaanxi belonged to Zhu Cunshu's independent kingdom.

just now.

An outsider came to his kingdom and, without saying a word, began to kill indiscriminately.

How does he accept this?
Yes!
You, Zhu Youjian, are the emperor.

But I, Zhu Cunshu, am the legitimate Prince of Qin of the Ming Dynasty!

As a member of the royal family, Zhu Cunshu had no respect for imperial power whatsoever.

Unlike those foolish commoners outside who believed the joke that the emperor was the Son of Heaven.

To put it bluntly, isn't it just about being born into a good family?
Therefore, this concept guided Zhu Cunshu throughout his life.

Anyway, I'm lucky. I was born to enjoy wealth and luxury.

Everyone else is just a tool for me to enjoy wealth and status.

In addition, influenced by the tyrannical genes of his ancestor Zhu Shuang, Zhu Cunshu's personality was somewhat similar to that of burning books and burying scholars alive.

now.

Hearing that the man he had sent to smuggle money for him had been killed without a word by that kid named Zhu Youjian, he was shocked.

Zhu Cunshu, who weighs over 300 pounds, was so anxious that he coughed up a mouthful of phlegm.

He opened his mouth and coughed.

Immediately, a woman with plump, rounded breasts and a pert bottom knelt down and opened her mouth wide.

He casually uttered it.

The thick phlegm in his throat was steadily swallowed by the woman on the ground.

Looking at this beautiful woman, Zhu Cunshu seemed to remember something, and a lewd smile appeared on his lips.

As a result, the anger in my heart subsided a little.

He has many such women in his mansion; they were all sent over by merchants from Shanxi.

Have to admit.

The women of Datong do have their merits.

Seeing that his master's mood had improved slightly, the trusted steward seized the opportunity to offer his advice:
"Your Highness, Qiao Yingjia and his group have already rushed to Yan'an Prefecture overnight to provide disaster relief. Do you think our Prince's Mansion should also make an appearance?"

Hearing his subordinates' advice, the obese Zhu Cunshu took a breath and then narrowed his small eyes:

"Disaster relief is useless. I think that kid's ambitions go far beyond this."

Upon hearing this, the steward hurriedly knelt down and said, "Your Highness, you can say such things, but even if I had a thousand lives, I wouldn't dare to listen!"

Zhu Cunshu sneered and kicked him.

"Stop flattering me, let me ask you this: has the Emperor distributed the land of those gentry to those lowly commoners?"

"That's right, Your Highness."

Zhu Cunshu nodded: "That's right!"

Who was the largest landowner in Shaanxi Province? It was Zhu Cunxu.

Even Zhu Cunshu himself was not entirely sure how much farmland the Prince of Qin's residence owned.

I only know that it is about two or three million acres.

Therefore, the Qin Prince's Mansion was the one most affected by the emperor's move to redistribute land equally.

Good farmland is being given to the lowest classes?

Commit sin!

How could such a person be worthy of being the emperor of the Zhu family?
They really did divide up the land.

How can he then enjoy the pleasure of eating a hundred dishes in one meal?
How could he still enjoy the intoxicating desires of being surrounded by wives and concubines?
How can one then enjoy the power derived from the servility of others?
Just because you're the emperor, you think you can make me hand over all of this?
Go dream!

Oh right, this kid who hasn't even grown his hair yet seems to have brought several thousand soldiers with him.

But the weapon in your hand is fast.

Are the armored swords in the Lonely Palace not effective?

Zhu Cunshu shifted his obese body and instructed the steward, "Go and give each of my bunch of brats a sum of money."

"Then tell them directly that they are eating my food, not the food of the Ming Emperor."

The butler hurriedly bowed and said, "I understand."

Seeing that the prince was prepared to confront the emperor, the steward did not offer any further advice.

Regardless of whether the emperor intended to interfere, the act of distributing land had already affected the interests of the Prince of Qin's household.

When interests are harmed, it is inevitable that interest groups will unite as one.

Therefore, the steward spoke up to remind them, "If the emperor comes to Xi'an..."

"Just say that I am unwell and cannot meet with the Emperor."

"Understood," the steward replied, bowing.

After the butler left.

Zhu Cunshu waved his hand, and a maidservant obediently came over to let him knead her as he pleased.

Feeling the comfort in his hand, Zhu Cunxu's lips curled into a cold smile.

emperor?

You think you can mess with me?
I will remain hidden in the Qin King's mansion and not come out, so what can you do to me?
Come hard?
When the time comes, bring out the memorial tablet of the founding emperor. What can you, as the emperor of the Ming Dynasty, do?

Moreover, if you, the Emperor of the Great Ming, dare to actually lay a hand on a Prince of the Great Ming, do you still want to secure your throne?
From Zhu Cunshu's perspective.

This was a match where he had all the advantages of timing, location, and support, and he couldn't possibly lose.

The only thing that affected him.

During this period, he needs to restrain himself and not be as unrestrained as before.

Thinking of this, Zhu Cunshu increased the pressure of rubbing his hands.

The fact that thousands of officials and gentry had already lost their lives in Xi'an Prefecture naturally meant that the Qin Prince's Mansion was not the only place affected.

Wang Er, from Baishui County.

They had already gathered a group of young men and prepared to assassinate officials and launch a rebellion tomorrow night.

But after exchanging glances, Wang Er and his group silently joined the queue to get porridge, seeing the porridge stalls set up in the county town.

When they heard that the government would provide them with seven days' worth of rations to return to their hometowns and that they would continue to receive relief in the future, their thoughts of rebellion were completely extinguished.

If people can survive, who would rebel?

Within Mizhi County.

Li Zicheng is on duty at the post station.

When he suddenly heard Shangguan call his name, he instinctively panicked.

But when he saw his superior calling him to collect his salary, he was stunned again.

The government has actually started paying salaries on its own initiative?
Could it be that a civil unrest has broken out somewhere, and we need to risk our lives to suppress it?!
Zhang Xianzhong, on the other hand, continued to wander around Yan'an Prefecture.

When I saw that government-run soup kitchens had been set up in some places to provide disaster relief, I realized that...

First, he rubbed his eyes several times to try and tell if it was real or fake, and then he slowly fell into deep thought.

What's wrong with this world?
The government has actually started providing disaster relief?

(End of this chapter)