I was to be executed by Zhu Yuanzhang, and Empress Ma smashed Zhu Yuanzhang's jade seal.

Although the two addressed each other differently, the respect and firmness in their tone were exactly the same.

"Just say the word, and my life, Chang Yuchun's life, is yours!" Chang Yuchun, a man who had killed countless people, now had red eyes and a choked voice.

"I swear to follow my elder sister to the death!"

Xu Da did not speak, but his mountain-like, steady posture already showed his attitude.

Empress Ma looked at them, a hint of warmth flashing in her eyes, but it was quickly replaced by endless coldness.

"Okay." She nodded.

"Mu Ying is dead, her death is shrouded in mystery and unjust."

Her gaze slowly swept across the main hall, finally landing on Zhu Yuanzhang, who sat on the dragon throne with a look of surprise and uncertainty on his face.

"He, as the father, refuses to give his son justice. Then I, as the mother, will personally come and demand it for him!"

"You...you all..."

Zhu Yuanzhang was so angry at the sight before him that he trembled all over and his vision blurred.

His most trusted wife and his most relied-upon generals all stood against him.

They're going to team up and overturn his table!

"You've rebelled! You've all rebelled!"

He pointed at Xu Da and at Empress Ma, letting out a desperate and powerless roar.

Empress Ma carried Zhu Muying's body out of the main hall.

The moment it appeared outside the main hall.

A radiant light shone upon Ma Xiuying, her phoenix robe fluttering in the wind!

"Today! I will seek justice for my son!"

Inside the Fengtian Hall.

Zhu Biao stood in front of Zhu Yuanzhang in full military uniform.

"Father."

His voice wasn't loud, but it was exceptionally steady, like a boulder thrown into chaos, causing everyone's mind to tremble.

Zhu Yuanzhang slowly raised his head and looked at him; a flicker of emotion appeared in his empty eyes.

"Biao'er..."

"Father." Zhu Biao raised his head, meeting Zhu Yuanzhang's gaze without flinching.

"This time! You're wrong."

Zhu Biao turned around abruptly and left Fengtian Hall, his armor gleaming, resolute and unwavering!

Outside the Fengtian Hall, the sun sets in the west, its rays turning blood-red.

The crimson light pierced through the white marble railings, through the towering corners of the palace, and finally landed on a woman.

Empress Ma Xiuying, the Empress of the Ming Dynasty, was holding her already cold son as she walked step by step out of the palace that had broken her heart.

Behind her was her eldest son, Zhu Biao, the crown prince of the Ming Dynasty.

He was dressed in military uniform, his hand on the hilt of his sword, his eyes devoid of any warmth, only cold resolve remained.

Following them were six founding generals of the Ming Dynasty, led by Xu Da, the Duke of Wei.

Chang Yuchun, Lan Yu, Feng Sheng, Fu Youde, and Tang He.

Each and every one of them was a fierce and valiant warrior who had fought his way through mountains of corpses and seas of blood; they were the pillars that supported the Ming Dynasty.

At this moment, all six pillars bowed their heads and silently followed behind the woman.

Their armor gleamed coldly in the setting sun, and the fierce, bloodthirsty aura they exuded from the battlefield intertwined with Empress Ma's regal and dignified presence, creating a suffocating sense of oppression.

Finally, Empress Ma stopped in her tracks.

She stood in the square outside the Fengtian Hall, the most open area in the entire palace. Looking up, she could see the Fengtian Hall plaque, which symbolized supreme imperial power.

She slowly and carefully placed Zhu Muying's body on the ground, as if she were placing a rare treasure.

She straightened her son's blood-soaked clothes and smoothed the disheveled hair on his forehead.

After doing all this, she slowly stood up straight.

At that moment, all the light seemed to converge on her.

She didn't cry, didn't make a scene, and her face didn't show much expression, but the grief and determination in her eyes were more shocking than any hysterical accusation.

"Xu Da, Chang Yuchun, Lan Yu..."

She read out the names of her old comrades behind her one by one.

"Big sister!"

"Your Majesty the Empress!"

The six generals stepped forward in unison, knelt on one knee, and the armor plates clashed together, producing a crisp and chilling sound.

"I want to give Mu Ying a grand funeral."

Empress Ma's voice was calm, so calm that no emotion could be detected, but every word carried immense weight.

"A funeral worthy of his title as the 'God of War of the Ming Dynasty'! I want everyone in Nanjing, no, I want everyone in the world to see what a hero my son, Ma Xiuying, is! He is not a rebellious son, but a hero who served his country loyally, yet was murdered by treacherous people!"

"Yes, sir!"

Without any hesitation, the six generals responded with a resounding roar.

"in addition,"

Empress Ma's gaze swept past them and landed once more on the magnificent Fengtian Hall. Her eyes instantly turned icy cold, like the chill of winter.

"You must immediately mobilize your troops!"

"I demand an explanation from the Fengtian Palace!"

The crime has been brought before the Fengtian Hall!

These five words, like five thunderclaps, exploded in the minds of the six generals!

They suddenly looked up and stared at the woman in front of them, dressed in a phoenix robe, whose posture was more upright than anyone else's. They were overwhelmed with shock.

This is not advice, not a request, but...

A military coup!

We must use the most direct and forceful methods to demand justice from the man sitting on the dragon throne!

"Big sister! You..."

Xu Da's voice was somewhat hoarse.

He knew what this meant.

This meant a complete break, dragging the entire Ming Dynasty into an unpredictable and massive storm.

"What? You're too scared?"

Empress Ma didn't look at him, but coldly retorted.

"You wouldn't dare?!"

Chang Yuchun, with his fiery temper, was the first to explode. He stood up abruptly, pounding his breastplate with his large, fan-like hands, making muffled "bang" sounds.

"Elder sister! What are you saying! You and elder brother saved my life! Don't even mention punishing the Fengtian Palace; even if you let me lead troops to overturn that dragon throne right now, I wouldn't bat an eye!"

"Brother Chang!"

Xu Da whispered a rebuke to him, but there was no reproach in his eyes.

He turned his head and looked at Empress Ma, at her eyes that were now devoid of tears and filled only with lifelessness. He knew that his elder sister's heart had died along with the Fifth Prince.

Now, only one thing sustains her.

That was to avenge his son.

Thinking of this, Xu Da took a deep breath. Without further hesitation, he clasped his hands tightly in front of Empress Ma and bowed his head deeply.

"Your subject, Xu Da, obeys!"

"Your subject, Chang Yuchun, obeys the order!"

"Your subject, Lan Yu, obeys!"

"Your Majesty, we obey Your Majesty's decree!"

At this moment, six of the Ming Dynasty's most outstanding generals, without military seals or imperial edicts, chose to betray the emperor they had sworn allegiance to, simply because of a single sentence from Empress Ma.

Because in their hearts, Ma Xiuying will always be the Chongba Sister-in-law who would share her pancakes with them when they were hungry.

She was more worthy of their lives than that high and mighty emperor.

"Biao'er".

Empress Ma looked at her eldest son.

Zhu Biao remained silent, simply stepping forward to stand shoulder to shoulder with the six generals, and then giving Empress Ma a standard military salute.

His actions have said it all.

"it is good."

Empress Ma nodded.

She bent down and hugged Zhu Muying's body to her arms again.

"Walk."

She held her son, turned around, and walked out of the palace.

"Let's go home."

The setting sun cast her shadow long and thin, making her slender figure appear taller than anyone else's.

Six generals and one crown prince followed closely behind.

At this moment, a storm powerful enough to overturn the entire Ming Dynasty officially began.

Inside the Fengtian Hall.

Zhu Yuanzhang stared blankly as Empress Ma carried Zhu Muying's body away, then looked at his most trusted brothers, Xu Da and Chang Yuchun, and followed without hesitation.

He looked at his crown prince, the heir he had poured all his heart and soul into nurturing, but didn't even spare him a glance.

The entire hall instantly became empty.

He was left all alone, with a group of silent civil officials kneeling below him.

"They've rebelled...they've all rebelled..."

He muttered to himself unconsciously, his eyes vacant, as if all his strength had been drained away.

However, when Empress Ma's words "punish Fengtian Hall" echoed from outside the hall, his empty eyes were instantly replaced by boundless rage!

condemn?!

Ask him about the emperor's crimes?!

"Excellent! Excellent Ma Xiuying! Excellent Empress!"

Zhu Yuanzhang suddenly jumped up from the dragon throne and overturned the dragon desk in front of him to the ground!

Memorials to the throne, writing brushes and ink, jade artifacts...

Scattered all over the ground, a complete mess.

"Mao Xiang! Jiang Huan!"

He pointed outside the hall and let out a beast-like roar.

"Get in here!"

Two figures appeared silently in the center of the hall, like ghosts.

These were Mao Xiang and Jiang Huan, the two highest-ranking commanders of the Embroidered Uniform Guard.

"Immediately mobilize the three major battalions! Mobilize all the Imperial Guards!"

Zhu Yuanzhang's eyes were bloodshot, and his face was ferocious.

"Guard every corner of the palace! We'll see who dares to challenge us! Who dares to oppose us!"

"We need to show them who's really in charge in this Ming Dynasty!"