Sky Curtain: With a vermilion mirror, Jing travels through the modern world, shaking all dynasties.

"Actually, I know what Old Zhu was thinking, or rather, people of later generations understand it."

Jiang Chuan frankly stated, "To put it bluntly, isn't he just trying to clear the way for the next emperor of the Ming Dynasty? He loves his son so much that he wants to personally remove all the thorns from the thorny bushes, even if it means bleeding profusely, to hand over a clean stick to the next generation."

Zhu Yuanzhang opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything for a moment.

How can this kid read our minds so well? He's practically figured us out completely.

But Jiang Chuan's next sentence stunned everyone in front of the Fengtian Hall.

"Moreover, a large part of the reason why your father became so ruthless and cruel in his later years was due to one thing."

Jiang Chuan paused for a moment before saying, "His most beloved Crown Prince Zhu Biao, who was also your elder brother, died too young."

Zhu Jingjing nearly dropped the can of cola in her hand, exclaiming in surprise, "What?!"

Beyond the sky.

There was a deathly silence at the entrance of Fengtian Hall.

Zhu Yuanzhang's face turned deathly pale.

"Biao'er..."

He turned his head and looked at Zhu Biao standing beside him.

Zhu Biao was still alive, standing right in front of him.

But Jiang Chuan actually said that Zhu Biao died too young?

"How is that possible..."

Zhu Yuanzhang muttered, "This is impossible..."

Zhu Biao's face also turned pale.

He wasn't stupid. The young man spoke with great logic and reason; it seemed he was indeed from a later era and truly knew about the Ming Dynasty.

Does that mean I really will die young?

Empress Ma's body went limp, but fortunately she was supported by a palace maid and did not fall down.

Her eyes were red and swollen as she looked at Zhu Biao, tears streaming down her face.

Zhu Di was equally astonished.

Zhu Biao snapped out of his daze and forced a smile at Zhu Yuanzhang: "Father, those are words from later generations. I'm perfectly fine now, aren't I?"

But as he was talking, he couldn't continue.

Zhu Yuanzhang's gaze made him a little flustered.

What kind of look is that?

Fear, heartache, panic, numbness, resentment, and so many other indescribable feelings.

The Qin Dynasty, Xianyang Palace.

Ying Zheng was also taken aback.

"The crown prince died young?"

Ying Zheng frowned.

He couldn't help but think of his eldest son, Fusu.

If Fusu were like this...

Ying Zheng didn't dare to think any further.

The tragedy of an elderly person outliving their child is something no one could bear.

The modern world.

Zhu Jingjing's eyes reddened, and she cried out, "You're talking nonsense! How could this be? My elder brother was in excellent health! He practiced martial arts since he was a child, and he was skilled in horseback riding and archery. How could he possibly have died of illness?"

Jiang Chuan looked at her and sighed.

He knew this was hard to accept, but he still told the truth: "That's how it's recorded in history. In the twenty-fifth year of Hongwu's reign, Zhu Biao died of illness. Old Zhu cried his heart out, and his whole personality changed drastically."

"Your father loved your eldest brother the most in his life."

"He placed all his hopes on him. With your older brother gone, half of his world collapsed."

Upon hearing Jiang Chuan's words, Zhu Jingjing's tears immediately fell.

Jiang Chuan said softly, "So much so that later, the aftermath of the Hu Weiyong case, the Lan Yu case, and so on, led to the execution of tens of thousands of people by Zhu Yuanzhang. In the end, it was a father paving the way for the future of the Ming Dynasty in his own way."

Zhu Jingjing was stunned.

On the other side of the sky, Zhu Yuanzhang was heartbroken.

This son, whom I raised and nurtured since childhood, passed away before he was even forty?

After a long pause, Zhu Jingjing asked again, "Then, what happened after my eldest brother? To whom did Father Emperor pass the throne?"

Jiang Chuan frankly said, "Before your elder brother died, his eldest son, Zhu Xiong Ying, who was also the eldest grandson of Old Zhu, died young. This may have been a major blow to your elder brother's passing."

Beyond the sky.

Old Zhu was completely stunned.

Those eyes, once so powerful and commanding, seemed to have been completely drained of energy in just a short fifteen minutes.

Jiang Chuan continued, "After Zhu Biao's death, Emperor Zhu did not choose any other capable princes, but instead wanted to pass the throne to his grandson Zhu Yunwen."

Zhu Jingjing was taken aback. "Yunwen?"

Jiang Chuan nodded and explained, "Oh, it's your nephew, Zhu Biao's youngest son. He shouldn't have been born yet, so you don't know him."

Zhu Jingjing frowned slightly and asked, "And then what?"

Jiang Chuan looked at her and slowly said, "And then? Have you thought about the consequences of your father's actions?"

Upon hearing this, Zhu Jingjing felt a bad premonition.

Jiang Chuan continued, "A very famous historical event, and a turning point for the Ming Dynasty, happened here."

"Your father's fourth son, Zhu Di, who was enfeoffed as the Prince of Yan, raised an army directly from Beiping."

"He marched all the way to Yingtian Prefecture under the banner of 'purging the court of corrupt officials,' launched the Jingnan Campaign, and seized the throne of the Ming Dynasty."

Zhu Jingjing's eyes widened.

"Fourth Brother?"

She exclaimed, "Impossible! This is absolutely impossible!"

Jiang Chuan spread his hands and said helplessly, "That's exactly what it says in the history books. Your fourth brother later became the famous Yongle Emperor of the Ming Dynasty."

Beyond the sky.

There was a deathly silence in front of the Fengtian Hall.

Zhu Yuanzhang's expression was beyond description.

He stood up abruptly, turned around sharply, and looked at his two sons behind him.

Zhu Biao was pale and swaying precariously.

Meanwhile, Zhu Di, who had just been enfeoffed as the Prince of Yan and had not yet taken office, was now frozen in place as if struck by lightning.

Suddenly, Zhu Di knelt down with a thud.

"Father!"

His voice trembled with panic, "Your subject wouldn't dare, your subject is truly innocent!"

Zhu Di was filled with terror.

This young man is talking complete nonsense!

How could he possibly do such a thing?

That's his older brother's son, his future nephew!

How could he possibly try to seize the throne from his own good nephew?

The problem is, everything that the young man said before seems to make sense.

What if this is true too?

Zhu Di was now trembling with fear.

He knew his father was naturally suspicious, and at this critical juncture, any explanation he gave would likely be futile.

Purge the court of corrupt officials?

The Jingnan Campaign?

To seize the throne from the crown prince personally chosen by Emperor Zhu?

Zhu Di grew increasingly frightened as he thought about it, and beads of sweat dripped down his forehead.

Zhu Yuanzhang was so angry that he trembled all over and pointed his finger at Zhu Di.

His hand was already on the Emperor's Sword at his waist.

"Fourth brother!"

Suppressing his rage, Zhu Yuanzhang roared, "Explain yourself! What exactly happened? Otherwise, I'll kill you today!"

Zhu Di was terrified.

He crawled forward two steps on his knees, pleading, "Father, Father, please forgive me! How could I possibly do such a thing? I haven't even gone to Beiping yet! I'm innocent!"

Zhu Biao also came to his senses and quickly stepped forward: "Father, please calm down! Fourth Brother is now..."

"Shut up!"

Zhu Yuanzhang glared at him, then stared at Zhu Di, "Fourth Prince, tell me the truth, haven't you been eyeing this chair for a long time?"

Zhu Di looked utterly exasperated.

"Father! Your son is truly innocent! From childhood to adulthood, when have I ever argued with my elder brother over anything?"

Zhu Di straightened up, his voice trembling as he pleaded, "If I dare to even entertain such thoughts, may I be struck by lightning without even needing Your Majesty's intervention!"

Zhu Yuanzhang's hand rested on the hilt of his sword, veins bulging on his forehead.

The surrounding officials knelt on the ground, not daring to even breathe loudly.

Empress Ma wanted to step forward to persuade him, but Zhu Biao held her back.

At this point, no amount of persuasion from anyone could change Old Zhu's mind.

Right at this juncture.

Jiang Chuan's voice rang out again from the sky.

"However, the Jingnan Campaign cannot be entirely blamed on your fourth brother, Zhu Di."

Zhu Di suddenly raised his head, tears still on his face.

Zhu Yuanzhang's hand also paused.

What is this kid going to say now?