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

In Nanjing, snow fell in June.

Zhu Yuanzhang's true intentions were revealed.

The six generals and Empress Ma were at a complete disadvantage.

Zhu Yuanzhang had already decided to kill Xu Da and his associates.

The wind and snow are about to intensify.

The city of Jinling was filled with dread, with every bush and tree a potential enemy.

"Father, do you think you've won?"

The sound was not loud, even somewhat bland, yet it was like a thunderclap from the heavens, exploding in everyone's minds!

Zhu Yuanzhang's deafening laughter abruptly stopped!

The muscles on his face suddenly stiffened, and for the first time, bewilderment and astonishment appeared in his eyes, which had been flashing with a mad killing intent.

Who?

Who is speaking?

That voice... it sounds so familiar...

He turned his head sharply, his gaze sweeping across the faces of everyone on and off the city wall like a hawk's.

On the city tower, Li Shanchang, Hu Weiyong, and other civil officials were so frightened that they knelt on the ground like quails, trembling and not daring to lift their heads.

Below the city gate, Xu Da, Chang Yuchun, and the others looked at each other in shock and confusion.

It wasn't them.

Who could it be?

The sound seemed to come from beyond the heavens, or it seemed to resonate from the depths of everyone's heart.

"Who?! Who's playing tricks on us! Get out here!" Zhu Yuanzhang shouted sternly, his voice trembling without him even realizing it.

No one answered him.

Only the endless snow and the howling wind could be heard.

The only sound in the entire city of Jinling was the howling of the wind and snow.

Everyone held their breath and strained their ears, trying to find the source of the sound.

Empress Ma's body jolted violently the moment she heard that voice.

Her eyes, already dry from crying, were fixed on the direction from which the sound came.

That direction...

It's the end of the long street.

impossible……

Absolutely impossible...

Her lips trembled as she tried to call out that name, but no sound came out.

Zhu Biao was also horrified. He held his mother's cold arm and followed her gaze.

The snowstorm was so heavy that at the end of the long street, everything was a vast expanse of white, and nothing could be seen.

"Who is it?"

"Who was speaking just now?"

"That voice...it sounds a bit like..."

Whispers began to circulate among the crowd.

Especially those soldiers of the Beijing garrison who had followed Zhu Muying in his campaigns across the country, all wore expressions of disbelief.

They knew that voice all too well!

In the miasma-filled forests of the southwest, on battlefields where blood flowed like rivers, it was this voice that led them to charge into battle time and time again, escaping death!

but……

He's already...

All eyes turned to the cold coffin that sat in the middle of the long street.

His Majesty the King is dead!

The Empress herself held a funeral for him; snow fell in June, and heaven and earth grieved together!

How is that possible...?

Could it be... haunted?

This idea, like a plague, spread in everyone's mind.

For a moment, fear overwhelmed grief.

Even the people who had just been crying and wailing fell silent in fear, looking around in terror.

Zhu Yuanzhang, standing on the city wall, had an ever-changing expression.

He stared intently at the end of the long street, his eyes filled with suspicion and vigilance.

Playing tricks!

Someone must be playing tricks!

They wanted to use Mu Ying's reputation to undermine his morale!

Jiang Huan and Mao Xiang, who were standing next to him, exchanged a glance and both saw fear in each other's eyes.

Inside the city, Xu Da's troops were intimidated, but they were not yet at the point of being at the mercy of others.

Most importantly, that sound just now...

so similar!

They look so alike!

Just then, a crisp sound of horses' hooves rang out.

"Da, da, da".

It came clearly from afar, emerging from the vast expanse of white snow.

The sound was neither hurried nor slow; each syllable struck the hearts of everyone present.

Everyone's attention was drawn to the sound of horses' hooves.

At the end of the long street, amidst the wind and snow, a blurry silhouette was slowly approaching them.

It was a person and a horse.

The snow was falling so heavily that you couldn't see his face clearly.

But that overwhelming spirit of "I will go even if there are millions of people against me" pierced through layers of wind and snow, like a sharp sword drawn from its sheath, piercing straight into the sky!

The wind and snow of the entire world seemed to be making way for him!

The overwhelming killing intent brought by the 500,000-strong army was actually suppressed in the face of this momentum!

Zhu Yuanzhang's pupils suddenly contracted.

Even Li Shanchang, who was standing beside him, had a storm brewing in his usually calm old eyes.

Xu Da, standing below the city gate, began to tremble uncontrollably in the hand gripping the hilt of his sword.

It's him!

It must be him!

In this world, no one else has such unparalleled spirit except him!

Amidst the wind and snow, the silhouettes of the man and his horse became increasingly clear.

Everyone stared wide-eyed at the figure slowly walking from the end of the long street, forgetting even to breathe.

Time seemed to slow down infinitely at this moment.

The crisp sound of horses' hooves became the only sound in the world.

Finally, he stepped out of the pervasive whiteness, revealing his full form to everyone.

"hiss--"

The moment they saw his face clearly, a collective gasp filled the entire city of Jinling.

The man sat atop a magnificent white horse, its coat spotless and without a single stray hair. The horse was exceptionally fine, with a dragon's head and a tiger's neck; it was clearly the "Jade Lion Shining at Night," a rare breed among men.

Those on horseback were even more heroic and valiant.

He wore a golden crown with phoenix wings that bound his hair, and two long pheasant feathers fluttered in the wind and snow.

He wore a battle robe embroidered with brocade flowers, beneath which was a Tang Ni armor made of countless interlocking plates, reflecting a chilling light under the gloomy sky.

A majestic lion-shaped belt was tied around his waist, which made him look even taller and more upright, with long arms and a slender waist.

That face was as handsome as a god, with sword-like eyebrows and phoenix eyes that exuded power. He clearly looked like a young man, but his eyes were as deep as the stars and the sea, carrying a calm indifference that understood the ways of the world and looked down upon the world.

He sat quietly on the horse, without saying a word or making any movement.

But the invincible aura that emanated from the very core of the martial god sent a chill down the spines of everyone present.

It was as if he were not a person, but an insurmountable mountain, a divine weapon capable of cleaving the heavens and the earth!

It's him!

It's really him!

Zhu Muying, the Prince of Ying of the Ming Dynasty!

"boom!"

This name, like a bomb, exploded in everyone's mind!

"Your Highness!"

"It's His Highness the King! He...he's not dead!"

Someone, with a voice trembling with tears, was the first to shout it out.

That sound was like igniting a powder keg.

"Your Highness! It really is Your Highness!"

"My God! Am I dreaming?! His Highness the King is still alive!"

"Snow in June! A divine intervention! His Highness the King has risen from the dead!"

Those people who were just immersed in grief and fear went completely mad at this moment!

They scrambled to their feet and rushed toward Zhu Muying, wanting to see him with their own eyes and touch him, this young war god who was like a deity to them.

The soldiers of the Beijing garrison kneeling on the ground were so moved that tears welled up in their eyes.

They threw down their weapons, kowtowed heavily in Zhu Muying's direction, and roared like a thunderclap.

"Welcome, Your Highness!"

"Welcome, Your Highness!"

The sounds merged into a massive wave of sound, soaring into the sky and even drowning out the howling wind and snow.

On the city wall, Zhu Yuanzhang stared blankly at the familiar yet unfamiliar figure, completely bewildered.

His mind was blank.

Mu Ying...

still alive?

How is that possible?

He witnessed him crash and die, and confirmed that he was already dead!

So who is this...?

Is it a ghost?

still is……

Jiang Huan and Mao Xiang, who were standing beside him, had pale lips and their hands, gripping their embroidered spring knives, were trembling uncontrollably.

They were acting on the emperor's orders to "deal with" the imperial physicians!

They knew better than anyone that His Highness the King was truly dead!

So, did this one crawl out of hell?!

Li Shanchang and Hu Weiyong, the two prime ministers of the Ming Dynasty, were also ashen-faced at this moment.

They were just plotting how to gain favor with the new dynasty, but now, before the "new dynasty" has even taken shape, the roots of the "old dynasty" have come back to life!

What... what on earth is going on?!

The entire Chengtianmen gate tower fell into a deathly silence.

Only behind Zhu Muying, the eighteen iron cavalrymen, also dressed in white armor and riding white horses, stood like eighteen silent statues, quietly guarding him on both sides.

The murderous aura emanating from them, combined with Zhu Muying's calm demeanor, created an eerie yet harmonious unity.

Under everyone's gaze, Zhu Muying slowly raised her head, her gaze piercing through the wind and snow, past the crowd, and landing on the emperor on the city wall, who was already dumbfounded.

His eyes were calm, without anger, resentment, or even any emotion.

I was looking at a complete stranger.

Meanwhile, the moment Empress Ma saw Zhu Muying's face clearly, her dead heart seemed to be injected with molten lava and instantly revived!

"Ying'er..."

She let out a heart-wrenching cry, no longer caring about her imperial demeanor, and staggered towards Zhu Muying, lifting her skirt.

"Mother!"

Zhu Biao was shocked and quickly stepped forward to support her.

"Your Majesty! The snow is heavy and the roads are slippery, please be careful!"

The surrounding palace maids and eunuchs were also thrown into chaos.

But Empress Ma could not hear anything.

In her eyes, there was only the boy riding the white horse.

Her son!

She thought she had lost her son forever!

He is still alive!

He is really still alive!

Overwhelming ecstasy, like a tidal wave, washed over her reason.

She broke free from Zhu Biao's support, used all her strength to break through the crowd's obstruction, and rushed to Zhu Muying's horse.

She reached out her trembling hands, wanting to touch that face that was so close yet so distant, like something out of a dream.

"Ying'er... my son... is it really you?"

Her voice was trembling with tears and filled with uncertainty.

She is afraid.

She feared it was just a hallucination caused by excessive grief.

She was afraid that if she reached out, this dream would shatter.

Zhu Muying dismounted with a fluid and effortless movement.

He walked up to Empress Ma and looked at her face, which had aged ten years due to grief and haggardness. He looked at her bloodshot eyes, and finally, ripples appeared in those calm, still eyes.

He reached out and gently grasped Empress Ma's cold, stiff hand.

"Mother Empress."

He spoke, his voice still calm, yet carrying a reassuring power.

"Your son has returned."

A warm sensation came from my palm.

The real voice rang in my ears.

Empress Ma's body trembled violently.

She finally realized that this was not a dream!

Her son has really come back!

"Wow--"

The grief, grievances, and despair that had been suppressed for so long erupted completely at this moment, accompanied by immense ecstasy.

She could no longer control herself, and hugged Zhu Muying tightly, bursting into tears.

"My son! You're not dead! You really aren't dead!"

"You scared your mother to death! Do you know that?! I thought... I thought I would never see you again!"

Zhu Muying didn't speak, but simply let her mother hold her and gently pat her back, which was trembling from her intense sobbing.

On the city wall, Zhu Yuanzhang looked astonished.

He opened his mouth, and a dry, hoarse sound came out of his throat, a sound that even he himself found unfamiliar.

Zhu Yuanzhang raised his head with a trembling voice, looking at Zhu Muying with fear and alarm.

"Fifth Brother...you're not dead...you're still alive..."