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

The snowstorm has really stopped.

All that remains are the smoke signals of war!

Zhu Muying broke through Chengtian Gate.

The 500,000-strong army behind him moved.

"Tiger Guards, heed my command!"

Wu Liang's rough voice was the first to ring out.

He dismounted and knelt on one knee in front of Zhu Muying's horse, like a most devout door god.

"The vanguard will be the spear, the rearguard the shield! Sweep away all Imperial Guards along the east and west Chang'an Streets! Anyone who dares to resist will be killed without exception! But no one may disturb the people or loot! Anyone who disobeys will be beheaded!"

"Yes, sir!"

Thirty-six thousand elite guards roared in unison.

Their movements were perfectly synchronized. One group moved like a sharp dagger, cutting through the wide street to both sides, while the other group quickly formed a defensive formation, protecting the central area where Zhu Muying was located completely.

"Eagle Guards, heed my command!"

Geng Bingwen's voice was steady and powerful.

"Take control of the four gates of Jinling! Martial law throughout the city! Without His Highness's order, not even a fly is allowed to leave!"

"Yes, sir!"

Forty-one thousand battle-hardened veterans, fresh from the carnage, surged toward all sides of Jinling City like a black tide, their killing intent palpable.

"Longjiang Navy, heed my command!"

Liao Yongzhong's voice came from the Yangtze River, echoing clearly over Nanjing through some special magical instrument.

"Block the Yangtze River! All vessels, stand by! Any vessel that makes any unusual movement will be sunk immediately!"

"Yes, sir!"

On the river, eight hundred warships, like a group of ancient beasts awakened, began to slowly adjust their positions. The huge iron anchors fell, completely locking the last waterway connecting Jinling City to the outside world.

"The Northern Frontier Army!"

Finally, there were the 300,000 silent wolves.

They had no commander to give orders, because their commander was right in front of them.

They simply watched the boy in the white robe in silence.

Zhu Muying finally moved.

He didn't turn around, but simply said something.

"go home."

It's a very simple sentence.

There were no orders, no tasks.

"roar--"

His response was a roar from the heart of 300,000 Northern Frontier troops, filled with boundless joy and emotion!

They've been waiting for these words for three years!

They can finally go home!

The 300,000-strong army began to slowly move towards the open city gate.

Their footsteps merged into an unstoppable torrent, a sound that made the entire city of Jinling tremble.

The wind howls and cranes cry; even the grass and trees seem like soldiers.

At that moment, all the people in Jinling City who were hiding behind the doors and peeking out through the cracks were terrified.

They watched as squads of heavily armored, menacing soldiers surged into the city like a tidal wave.

On the city wall, Zhu Yuanzhang sat slumped on the dragon throne, watching all of this.

He watched as his son manipulated the army that should have belonged to him, using methods he had never seen or understood before, as if it were his own arm.

Wu Liang, Geng Bingwen, Liao Yongzhong...

These men, under Zhu Yuanzhang's command, were all top-notch generals, capable commanders who could lead independently.

But now, they are willingly playing the roles of deputy generals or even captains of personal guards in front of Zhu Muying.

Zhu Muying didn't even need to give orders personally; a single glance or a simple intention was enough for these people to perfectly, even beyond, carry out his ideas.

What incredible teamwork!

What terrifying control this is!

Zhu Yuanzhang's heart sank little by little.

He knew that this couldn't be achieved overnight.

His son, in places he couldn't see, had already planted his roots far, far too deep.

It was deep enough to uproot this seemingly lush and leafy tree!

The boy, who should have been executed by slow slicing outside the Meridian Gate, stepped over the threshold of the imperial city with an air of supreme authority.

Behind him, Xu Da, Chang Mao, Lan Yu, and other military generals who had just narrowly escaped death followed with complicated expressions.

As they watched Zhu Muying's retreating figure, their eyes held ecstasy, awe, and doubt, but even more so, a fervent following that they themselves were unaware of.

Zhu Muying did not stop.

He rode his horse through the long archway and arrived at the huge square behind Chengtian Gate.

He slowly raised his head.

His gaze passed over the steps, over the civil officials who were slumped on the ground, trembling like leaves, and finally landed on his father, who was slumped on the dragon throne.

Eyes facing each other.

One is an emperor who is high above, but has lost everything.

One is a rebellious son who, though in a subordinate position, has already taken control of everything.

Zhu Muying's face remained calm.

He slowly took the gleaming silver spear off his horse.

The tip of the gun is pointing diagonally at the ground.

He looked at the man whose face had turned ashen, at his father who had raised him, and at the founding emperor of the Ming Dynasty who had driven him to the brink of despair, only to be driven back into a corner by him.

Then he spoke.

The sound was not loud, but it was clear and reached the ears of everyone on the city wall.

Father!

"I am coming."

The three simple words, spoken by Zhu Muying, carried a more oppressive weight than the shouts of a thousand troops.

A deathly silence reigned atop the city wall.

Those civil officials all lowered their heads, wishing they could bury their heads in their crotches, afraid of being noticed by the devil below.

Zhu Yuanzhang slumped on the dragon throne, his whole body trembling uncontrollably.

he came.

He really came.

He did not come to pay homage to his father as a son, nor did he come to pay homage to his king as a subject.

He is judging a loser as a victor.

A strange "hoarse" sound came from Zhu Yuanzhang's throat. He wanted to speak, to shout, to roar, but when he opened his mouth, he found that he could not say anything.

All his strength and all his dignity were completely drained away the moment that city gate was opened.

In the square, Xu Da, Lan Yu, and others behind Zhu Muying also stopped in their tracks.

They watched this strange standoff, their hearts pounding with unease.

What should we do next?

Should we storm the city walls and arrest the emperor?

still is……

Just then, an untimely, sharp, piercing sound broke the deathly silence.

"Zhu Muying! You madman! You traitor!"

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw that Right Chancellor Hu Weiyong, with some unknown strength, got up from the ground.

He pointed at Zhu Muying below the city, his face contorted with fear and rage, looking like a madman.

"You think you've won?! You traitorous scoundrel! You murdered your emperor and your father, you're worse than a pig or a dog! You will be scorned by the world! You will be torn to pieces and never be reincarnated!"

He was still shouting.

Perhaps he was truly terrified and insane, his mind clouded.

Perhaps he was making a last-ditch effort, trying to demonstrate his final loyalty to Zhu Yuanzhang in this way, attempting to secure a glimmer of hope for his survival in the worst-case scenario.

Li Shanchang, standing on the city wall, closed his eyes in despair.

idiot!

At this point, can't you see the situation clearly?

What good will it do to provoke this evil star now, except to hasten your own death?

Sure enough, below the city gate, Zhu Muying's brows furrowed slightly.

He didn't even look up at Hu Weiyong.

He just thought the fly was noisy.

He slowly turned the horse around. The magnificent white horse, named "Snow-Treading Jade Lion," sensed its master's intention, snorted, and pawed restlessly at the ground with its front hooves.

"Mu Ying..."

Xu Da was about to speak up to dissuade him, but Zhu Muying stopped him with a look.

It was a calm, emotionless gaze.

Xu Da's heart sank.

He knew that Hu Weiyong was doomed.

"Zhu Muying! What are you glaring at me for! Do you think I, Hu Weiyong, am afraid of you?!"

Hu Weiyong continued his oblivious tirade, "Let me tell you! I am the Right Chancellor of the Great Ming Dynasty! A high-ranking official of the Emperor! If you dare to lay a finger on a hair on my head, His Majesty…"

His words came to an abrupt end.

Because he saw that the white-robed youth below the city gate had moved.

There was no warning, no charge.

It was just a gentle squeeze on the horse's belly.

The white horse instantly transformed into a white lightning bolt, rushing upwards along the long steps at an incredible speed!

"Da! Da! Da! Da!"

The sound of horses' hooves pounding on the hard stone steps was no longer crisp, but dull and rapid, like a death knell!

Everyone was stunned!

They never imagined that warhorses could charge so swiftly up such steep steps!

The civil officials on the city wall let out a cacophony of howls and screams, scattering in terror as they fled for fear of being struck by the mad horse.

Zhu Yuanzhang's pupils suddenly contracted.

He watched helplessly as the white figure drew closer and closer to him!

The horse's eyes gleamed a terrifying red light in the sunlight!

For a moment, he even thought that Zhu Muying was there to kill him!

"Protect the Emperor! Protect the Emperor!"

The eunuchs nearby screamed and panicked, but none of them dared to step forward.

However, Zhu Muying's target was not him at all.

When they were still ten steps away from the dragon throne, a handsome man stood up on the magnificent white horse and then fell heavily to the ground.

The moment the horse's hooves landed, the gleaming silver spear in Zhu Muying's hand moved.

A flash of silver light disappeared in an instant.

fast!

It's almost at its limit!

It was so fast that no one could see how he made his move!

"Pfft!"

A soft sound, the sound of a sharp blade piercing flesh.

Hu Weiyong's cursing came to an abrupt halt.

He looked down, staring at himself in disbelief.

A cold, blood-grooved spear tip pierced his chest and emerged from his back.

Fresh blood dripped from the tip of the gun onto the ground.

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but only a mouthful of bloody foam came out.

The sparkle in his eyes was quickly fading.

Zhu Muying held the gun in one hand and hoisted Hu Weiyong's corpse high into the air.

He remained there, mounted on his horse, spear in hand, holding the powerful Right Chancellor of the Ming Dynasty at the pincers, and slowly surveyed the surroundings.

His gaze swept over the trembling civil officials.

His gaze swept over the Imperial Censor Wang, who was sprawled on the ground, terrified and incontinent.

His gaze swept over Li Shanchang, whose face was deathly pale and who had his eyes closed, awaiting his fate.

Finally, his gaze fell on Zhu Yuanzhang's face.

His eyes remained calm.

"You wouldn't dare harm a single hair on your head? Hu Weiyong? I've not only touched a hair on your head..."

……

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