Ming Dynasty: Gain one supernatural power every day

Once Zhu Di's order was issued, the news of Prince Rui's disappearance was suppressed very tightly.

The Embroidered Uniform Guards were known for their tight-lipped nature, and no one would dare utter a word about something personally overseen by Ji Gang. Therefore, the three brothers, Zhu Gaochi, Zhu Gaoxu, and Zhu Gaosui, were completely unaware of this and slept soundly in their residences until midday.

Zhu Gaochi had just gotten up from his nap in the Crown Prince's residence. He sat on the edge of the bed and rubbed his eyes. He had spent too much time reading storybooks last night and had also cried. His eyelids were still a little swollen when he woke up.

He looked up at the window; the sun was almost directly overhead, and the bright sunlight shone through the windowpane, making him squint.

I was originally thinking of visiting the fourth brother's place, but looking at this sun, I'll just have a simple lunch at my own residence today.

He looked down and patted Dawei Dai, then sighed, "I'm sorry you had to go through that today. I didn't let you eat anything good from Fourth Brother's house."

"You fatso, thank you so much!" If the stomach could talk, it definitely would. After a diet high in fat and sugar every day, today is truly a good day for my stomach.

Lunch was served, consisting of several light dishes, all prepared by the chefs of the Eastern Palace.

Zhu Gaochi picked up a piece of Dongpo pork with his chopsticks and put it in his mouth. After chewing it, he felt that something was missing. It wasn't that the chef's skills had deteriorated, but rather that the technology at the fourth brother's place was too advanced, and his tongue had been spoiled since he returned.

Zhang Yan sat opposite her. She ate very little today, and her complexion wasn't very good.

Zhu Zhanji sat next to his mother, eating with his head down. He was unusually well-behaved today, occasionally glancing up at his mother's face before quickly looking down again.

Zhu Gaochi chewed his food, sensing that the atmosphere was a bit off. This kid usually chatters away during meals, why is he so quiet today, like a quail?

"What's wrong?" Zhu Gaochi put down his chopsticks, looked at Zhang Yan, and then at Zhu Zhanji.

Zhang Yan looked at Zhu Gaochi and put her chopsticks on the table: "Your Highness, you need to discipline your son. I don't know where he learned these crooked ways, he closes his eyes while reading..."

She grew angrier as she spoke, turning to glare at Zhu Zhanji. "That's bad enough! I tried to teach her a lesson, and she lied and said you were here. As soon as I turned around, she ran away! She's so young, and she's already learned to fool her own mother! Where did she learn all this nonsense? I can't control her anymore. You, as her father, need to discipline her properly. If that doesn't work, ask the Emperor to do something about it."

"This is bad, today is probably going to be a bad day," Zhu Gaochi thought, sensing that something terrible was about to happen.

"Cough cough."

Upon hearing this, Zhu Gaochi sternly looked at Zhu Zhanji, his plump face turning serious. "Zhanji, your mother is right. Study hard and don't try to be clever. Don't do this again next time, understand? Otherwise, I'll really beat you, and your fourth uncle won't take you there either."

Zhu Zhanji obediently replied, "I heard you, Father. I will never dare to do it again." Zhu Gaochi rarely hit him, mainly because he was afraid that he would not be taken to his fourth uncle's place in the future.

The Prince of Han's residence. Zhu Gaoxu had just gotten up. He had been engrossed in reading a storybook last night and had slept exceptionally soundly. He groggily turned over, his large hand instinctively reaching out to the side, only to find nothing. Just as he was about to mutter something, he suddenly heard light footsteps.

"Your Highness, it's time to eat." He opened one eye and saw Lady Wei standing by the bed, her figure slender and graceful in the light.

Her face was softly contoured in the morning light, her skin fair and firm, and she looked much younger. He hadn't paid much attention to her yesterday, but today she looked stunning.

"My beautiful lady, you look so beautiful today, I love you so much." Zhu Gaoxu was stunned for a moment, thought about it seriously, and then suddenly reached out, grabbed Wei Shi's wrist, and pulled her onto the bed, as if he wanted to kiss her.

Lady Wei exclaimed in surprise, and the servants who were attending to her heard the noise and tiptoed to close the door.

"Your Highness! What are you doing in broad daylight! And saying such strange things!" Lady Wei was held tightly in his arms, feeling both ashamed and angry, and punched his chest with her fist.

Zhu Gaoxu looked down at her, revealing his signature smile, and chuckled, "Don't move, woman! You're playing with fire. Come here and let me kiss you."

Lady Wei blushed at his words and punched him again: "You're so unserious! Why are you talking so strangely today? Weren't you busy with official business in the study last night? Have you finished? Don't let me delay you from doing your important business."

She spoke in a serious tone, but her voice carried a hint of sarcasm, deliberately emphasizing the word "political affairs."

She knew perfectly well what he'd been doing in the study last night. She'd asked the two guards at the door this morning, and Liu Dazhu had told her early on about the prince's midnight howl and Chen Ergou's couplet-writing. Handling state affairs? More like reading a storybook.

But today, looking at Zhu Gaoxu's somewhat handsome face and hearing him say such strange things, she felt a different kind of emotion, wondering why this prince was speaking so domineeringly today.

"I wouldn't stoop to your level," Zhu Gaoxu said, blushing slightly. He kissed her and reluctantly let go.

Wei pulled away from his embrace, straightened her clothes, her face still flushed, and glared at him: "It's not good for people to see us in broad daylight. Get up and eat, the food has been reheated twice already."

"In the Prince of Han's mansion, I can do whatever I want, and who dares to stop me?" Zhu Gaoxu shouted loudly, but his body language betrayed him, and he stood up as he spoke.

After washing up, Zhu Gaoxu sat down at the dining table. Looking at the table full of chicken, duck, fish, and meat, he picked up a piece of fish, put it in his mouth, chewed it, and frowned. He then picked up a piece of scrambled eggs, chewed it, and his frown deepened.

He put his chopsticks on the table and sighed, "What is this? It doesn't taste good at all."

Lady Wei sat down beside him, glanced at him, and said unhurriedly, "If you don't like it, don't eat it. Go hungry. Even the imperial kitchen isn't as picky as you."

After such a long time, Zhu Gaoxu was really hungry. He picked up his chopsticks again, ate a couple of mouthfuls of rice, and muttered, "Never mind, I'll just eat this for now. I'll go to my fourth brother's place for a good meal this afternoon."

The situation at the Prince of Zhao's residence was similar. When Zhu Gaosui awoke, the sun was already high in the sky.

He sat at the table, facing a table full of exquisite dishes, his expression remaining unchanged.

Having grown accustomed to the delicacies of the immortals at the fourth prince's place, he always felt that the food at the manor was a bit lacking. However, he was calm and composed, unlike the second prince who would throw down his chopsticks and scold the cook at the drop of a hat. He just ate less than usual.

At the speed of the somersault cloud, flying from Fengyang Prefecture to Yingtian Prefecture would only take an instant.

Zhu Gaoxi stood on the cloud and looked into the distance at the green tiles and flying eaves of the Prince Rui's mansion. Suddenly he remembered something: the original somersault cloud had been expanded into the Heavenly Palace and was now hovering in the sky as a palace in the air.

Without his cloud for transportation, he couldn't possibly ride an entire celestial palace around every time he went out; that would be too ostentatious.

He casually conjured a new somersault cloud from the sky. The drop of blood disappeared into the cloud, and the white cloud shimmered with a soft golden light, shrinking into a new cloud about a few cubic meters in size, hovering at his feet.

He struggled with naming the device. After the original name, Xiao Jin, was expanded into Tiangong, the name became available. He originally wanted to call Xinyun Xiao Jin, but then he thought that the audience might not be satisfied, so he decided to come up with a different name.

I considered calling it "Xuefeng No. 1," since it runs fast and sounds exciting. Later, I could name it "Chocolat" or "Sprite." But then I thought, although I wouldn't have to worry about being sued in the Ming Dynasty, it still felt a bit like trying to ride on someone else's coattails and was a little disrespectful.

He thought for a moment, then patted the new cloud: "Let's call it Lightning...."