Ming Dynasty: Gain one supernatural power every day

Seeing Zhu Zhanji's timid appearance, Madam Wei smiled and came to his rescue: "Actually, Zhanji is usually quite well-behaved and very kind to his younger siblings. Sister-in-law, don't always hit the child."

Upon hearing this, Zhu Gaoxu raised his voice and began to offer his opinion: "What does the Three Character Classic say again? 'If a son is not taught, it is the father's fault.' Zhanji's current state is definitely the elder brother's fault. Look at my Zhanhe and Zhanqi, who dares to disobey?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhu Gaochi and Zhu Zhanji turned to look at him at the same time. The expressions on the father and son's faces were surprisingly the same, both looking bewildered as if to say, "Did I offend you?"

Zhu Zhanji thought to himself that his father didn't usually beat him. Although his father was a bit annoying because he liked to reason with him, at least it didn't hurt.

If Dad listened to Second Uncle and started learning his corporal punishment methods, given Dad's physique, the punches he unleashed would probably be like a real fist, and he might even die on the spot.

Zhu Gaochi was thinking that he was usually so busy that he could barely keep his feet on the ground, and he would take the time to be lazy. It was only by chance that his father and his wife took care of the children so that he didn't have to worry about them. Now, his second son was going to break this peace.

Besides, Zhang Yan is in charge of the children, and if he interrupts, he'll only make things worse. Now the second brother is forcing him to go up there, isn't that pushing him into a fire pit? Second brother, do you really want your eldest brother to die?

Madam Wei quickly tugged at his sleeve: "Don't talk nonsense, your elder brother is still sitting here. What do you mean by 'the father is to blame for the son's misbehavior'? If you keep quiet, no one will think you're mute."

Zhu Gaoxu spread his hands, looking at Zhang Yan with a righteous air: "How am I talking nonsense? If you don't believe me, ask your sister-in-law. Isn't that right? Doesn't the old man usually interfere a lot with Zhanji? Doesn't your brother interfere much?"

Zhang Yan glanced at Zhu Gaochi: "What the second prince said isn't wrong. It's true that the old man and I usually manage Zhanji the most. As for His Highness the Crown Prince..."

She paused, then glanced at Zhu Gaochi again, "Whether he meddles a lot or not, he knows it in his heart."

Zhu Gaochi was publicly exposed by his wife, so he coughed twice and pretended not to hear anything.

Zhu Gaoxu winked triumphantly at Lady Wei, the meaning of which was clear: See, I wasn't wrong.

Wei rolled her eyes at him, then turned to Zhang Yan and said, "Sister-in-law, don't spoil him. He's getting more and more out of control."

Upon hearing his wife speak of him, Zhu Gaoxu, sitting atop his somersault cloud, which he had tinkered into a giant cloud sword, said to Lady Wei, "Your Highness, let's not just stay on the ground, let's ride the clouds up into the sky and take a flight!"

As soon as he shouted, the children erupted in chaos.

"I want to fly too! I want to fly too!"

"Fourth Uncle! Where's our cloud?! We want our cloud!"...

Zhu Gaoxi was both amused and exasperated by the noise of these little devils, and quickly waved his hand: "Don't rush, don't rush, everyone will get one. Please wait a moment, I'll get one for each of you."

He turned to Zhang Yan, Madam Wei, and Madam Weng, "Sisters-in-law, come over here too, come closer."

Upon hearing this, the three princesses stepped forward and stood with the children.

Zhu Gaoxi spread his spiritual power, raised his hand and gestured towards the horizon, and dozens of white clouds were drawn down from above the Prince Rui's mansion, each hovering in front of each person.

The clouds were white and soft, each about one cubic meter in size, lined up neatly in a row, like a row of white cotton balls waiting to be inspected.

Several children looked at their own cloud and eagerly reached out to touch it.

The three princesses also examined the white clouds in front of them. Lady Wei reached out and pressed her hand on the surface of the cloud, then turned to Zhang Yan and smiled, "Sister-in-law, these clouds are so soft."

Zhang Yan also reached out and touched it, a smile curving her lips: "We're benefiting from Fourth Brother's generosity again. We can't repay Fourth Brother's favor forever."

"Yes!" Madam Weng echoed, gently stroking the cloud with one hand.

After Zhu Gaoxi and the others had touched him enough, he moved his mind and used his spiritual power to probe into each person's body, drawing out a very fine strand of essence blood and flicking it into their respective clouds.

Everyone simultaneously felt that wondrous connection being established in their minds. He then swept a gentle ray of creative light over them, completely erasing the discomfort of the bloodletting, and then explained to them how to use the cloud: it could be deformed, named…

As soon as he finished speaking, the courtyard was like a cloud transformation exhibition.

Zhu Zhanhe transformed his cloud into a ferocious little tiger, Zhu Zhanqi into a round rabbit, Zhu Zhanyi into a turtle... The children basically transformed into animals.

Zhang Yan stood in front of her cloud, looking at the animals the children had conjured, and then looked at her own cloud again.

She thought for a moment, and with a thought, the white cloud slowly stretched out, turning into a slender stick-like object with a fluffy end, resembling a tuft of feathers.

When Zhu Zhanji saw the shape his mother had conjured, the smile on his face instantly froze. A feather duster—he knew that all too well; this thing had even made intimate contact with his buttocks this morning.

Zhang Yan also realized that this shape was not appropriate. After all, what kind of decorum would it be for the Crown Princess to be carrying a feather duster?

"It's all Zhanji's fault, I've gotten used to beating him." She coughed lightly, and with another thought, the feather duster slowly contracted and transformed into a pure white jade ruyi, dignified and elegant.

When Madam Wei first saw the feather duster, she laughed so hard she couldn't stand up straight: "Sister-in-law, with all these changes, Zhanji is almost scared to tears."

Weiss's own cloud transformed into a huge gold ingot, its golden surface gleaming softly in the setting sun.

She sat down in the middle, sinking into the gold ingot with only her head sticking out, and sighed with satisfaction: "This shape is good, auspicious."

Zhang Yan jokingly teased her, "Are you planning to live off Yuanbao for the rest of your life?"

Ms. Wei replied matter-of-factly, "Of course, who wouldn't want more money?"

Weng's cloud transformed into a blooming lotus flower, with layers upon layers of petals. She sat in the center of the flower, surrounded by petals, which suited her quiet persona.

Madam Wei turned her head and glanced at the flowers, exclaiming sincerely, "Third son's wife has become so beautiful, she looks like a fairy."

Madam Weng smiled, pursing her lips, and said softly, "Second sister-in-law's gold ingot is also very beautiful."

Zhu Gaoxu, sitting atop his large cloud sword, had been waiting impatiently for quite some time. Seeing everyone changing shape, he turned to Zhu Gaochi and shouted, "Brother, what's your name? My cloud is called Overlord! It means the domineering King of Han, isn't that domineering?"

Zhu Gaochi thought for a moment, then patted the cloud he had turned into a recliner: "Don't worry. After a lifetime of hard work, I'll rely on this for happiness from now on."

Zhu Gaosui also named his cloud: "This one of mine is called Shenxing, meaning to act cautiously." His whole family understood this principle.

Zhang Yan's clouds are called Ruyi (meaning "good fortune"), Wei's clouds are called Jinman (meaning "golden abundance"), and Weng's clouds are called Huaxin (meaning "flower message").

Amidst the commotion, Zhu Zhanji quietly transformed his cloud into a seated human figure. At first, no one could tell what it was; they only felt the outline was somewhat familiar, as if they had seen it somewhere before.

When he finished adjusting the facial details and the entire cloud carving was presented so lifelike, everyone was stunned.

The cloud eagle, dressed in the martial arts attire of a military general, stood with its hands on its hips and head held high, displaying an arrogant expression, exactly like Zhu Gaoxu sitting on the cloud sword.

Zhu Zhanji patted Yunren's head and loudly announced, "My name is—Second Uncle."

Why did Zhu Zhanji do this? Because his second uncle had just instigated his father to use corporal punishment. Since his second uncle was going to mess with him, he figured his nephew might as well play a prank on him; consider it a sign of filial piety.

"The sun shines brightly, and my second uncle smiles at me..." The thought of riding my second uncle into the palace still makes me quite happy.

After the people in the courtyard clearly saw the cloud figure, they were silent for a moment, and then burst into laughter.

"Zhanji, you...you are truly a genius..." Zhu Gaoxi was laughing so hard he couldn't speak.

"Zhanji, is it really okay for you to treat your second uncle like this?" Zhu Gaochi laughed and slapped his thigh. Actually, he thought his son had done a good job, after all, his second son had almost implicated him as well.

Several princesses stood by, covering their mouths and laughing incessantly.

Everyone present, adults and children alike, was stunned by the design.

It can only be said that Zhu Zhanji was too brilliant. This alone shows the intertwined fates of Zhu Zhanji and the Prince of Han.