Sky Curtain: The opening scene explains the four major cases of the Ming Dynasty plus the early Ming

The gate of the Qianqing Palace groaned in pain under the tremendous impact, and then collapsed inward with a crash!

Wood chips flew everywhere, and dust filled the air.

The flames surged in instantly, illuminating the hall as if it were daytime.

Outside the gate, heavily armored Imperial Guards and Imperial Uniform Guards formed an iron torrent, blocking all avenues of escape.

The knives and spears in their hands reflected a chilling glint in the firelight; each ray of light resembled a venomous snake ready to devour its prey.

Leading the group was Zhang Ni, a distant nephew of the Zhang family and the deputy commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard.

He pressed his hand against the embroidered spring knife at his waist and stepped into the main hall, his eyes sinister, yet a feigned respect was forced onto his face.

"Your Majesty, I have disturbed you in the dead of night; I deserve to die."

"However, the Empress Dowager and the Empress Dowager have issued an edict stating that His Majesty has been shocked and disturbed by the wicked words of Zhu Dijun of the Heavenly Curtain, and there is a fear that something untoward may happen. They have specially ordered us to come and protect His Majesty, and request that His Majesty move to the Cining Palace to recuperate."

What a fine example of "protecting the emperor"!

What a wonderful idea of ​​"rest and recuperation"!

Fourteen-year-old Zhu Qizhen looked at the hypocritical face before him and the menacing so-called "Imperial Guards" behind him, and he smiled.

It was a laugh that was icy cold to the extreme, devoid of any childishness.

"Wang Zhen".

He ignored Zhang Ni and simply spoke in a low voice.

"This servant is here."

The old eunuch Wang Zhen scrambled out from behind the hall, carrying a long, narrow sandalwood box in his hands.

He held the wooden box high above his head, his voice hoarse but resolute: "Your Majesty, I have retrieved the Emperor's Sword left behind by the late Emperor!"

Zhu Qizhen reached out and opened the wooden box.

"bass--"

A clear and melodious dragon's roar.

An ancient longsword lay quietly within. Its blade gleamed like mercury in the firelight, and though still sheathed, it exuded a sharpness capable of cleaving mountains and rivers!

This was the only keepsake his father, Zhu Zhanji, left him.

Zhu Qizhen gripped the hilt of the sword and slowly drew it out.

The sword light illuminated his youthful yet incredibly resolute face.

At this moment, he was not a fourteen-year-old child.

He is the Emperor of the Great Ming Dynasty!

They are descendants of Emperor Taizu Zhu Yuanzhang! They are descendants of Emperor Chengzu Zhu Di!

In the modern live broadcast room, through the power of the sky screen, Zhu Dijun sensed the tragedy that was about to happen in the 7th year of the orthodox timeline in a parallel universe. His voice rang out at the right time, carrying a trace of uncontrollable sorrow.

However, it was also decided to publicize this crime, whether in modern live broadcasts or under the backdrop of historical events.

"Family members, next I will play a simulation video generated by SORA2AI for you."

The video's theme is: [Hypothetically, what would Zhu Qizhen, at only fourteen years old, do after learning the whole truth and being surrounded by treacherous officials?]

As soon as he finished speaking, the scene on the screen changed.

In the modern live streaming room, SORA2AI is displayed in the upper left corner.

The broken-open gates of the Qianqing Palace, the young emperor wielding a long sword, and the swarming armored soldiers—everything was exactly the same as what happened in a parallel universe during the seventh year of the Zhengtong era!

Immediately afterwards, a mournful and desolate melody, like a lament, resounded throughout all time and space.

Flowers bloom and fade, petals fill the sky...

Love, when it reaches its peak, turns to thin; love, when it runs deep, becomes difficult to maintain...

A bleak melody for the Ming Dynasty! A funeral song for the Ming Dynasty!

When the familiar song "Half a Lifetime Gone" played, audiences from all times and spaces felt their hearts clench!

In the sky, a tune often used by later generations to mock the Ming Dynasty is playing here.

They knew that what was about to happen was an irreversible tragedy!

Inside the Qianqing Palace in a parallel universe during the seventh year of the Zhengtong era.

Zhu Qizhen held a long sword, pointing it at Zhang Ni. The majesty of an emperor burst forth from his small body, causing the battle-hardened Zhang Ni to subconsciously take a half step back!

"Protect the emperor?"

Zhu Qizhen's voice, clear yet cold, echoed in the empty hall.

"Are you afraid that I will publicly execute you, these traitors who murdered the emperor and usurped the throne, one by one?!"

"Are you afraid that I will drown those two wicked and wicked empresses, Zhang and Sun, as a sacrifice to the heavens?!"

"Are you afraid that I will have those old dogs like Yang Shiqi torn to pieces and their entire families wiped out?!"

Every word is piercing to the heart!

Zhang Ni's face instantly turned ashen.

He knew there was no longer any need for pretense.

"Your Majesty, it seems you are still stubbornly clinging to your delusions."

He slowly drew his embroidered spring knife from his waist, the tip of which pointed at the boy on the dragon throne.

"Since that's the case, I have no choice but to obey the Empress Dowager's decree and undertake this extraordinary task!"

"Take it down!"

At his command, the armored soldiers behind him let out a shout and pounced forward like wolves and tigers!

"Protect His Majesty!"

Wang Zhen let out a sharp roar, spread his arms, and used his body to block Zhu Qizhen.

However, how could a defenseless eunuch possibly withstand the ferocious armored soldiers?

A long spear pierced his chest without mercy.

Wang Zhen's body trembled violently. He looked down in disbelief at the bloody hole in his chest. Then, with his last bit of strength, he turned back to look at the young emperor he had protected all his life.

"Your Majesty... hurry... let's go..."

"puff!"

The spear was drawn, and blood splattered everywhere.

Wang Zhen's body slumped down.

Zhu Qizhen's eyes instantly turned red!

"Wang Zhen!"

He let out a mournful cry.

"Traitorous foes! Today, I will use your dog lives to cleanse the house of my Great Ming Dynasty!"

The young emperor roared and, without waiting any longer, drew his sword and charged towards the dozens of armored soldiers!

What he learned was the battlefield swordsmanship that the princes of the Zhu family had practiced since childhood—a style that was expansive, powerful, and relentlessly aggressive!

A soldier rushed to the front and began to slash with his sword.

Zhu Qizhen's eyes narrowed. Instead of retreating, he advanced, and with a tricky angle, his long sword slashed precisely from bottom to top across the wrist of the armored soldier holding the knife!

"what!"

Amidst screams, a severed hand and a steel knife flew together!

Before the other party could react, Zhu Qizhen's sword had already sliced ​​through his throat!

First Blood!

The Emperor's Sword has been sharpened!

Everyone was stunned by this ferocious scene!

They never expected that this emperor, who was only fourteen years old, would have such courage and skill!

However, two fists cannot fight against four hands.

He was, after all, just a child.

Soon, a long knife sliced ​​through his arm.

A spear tip left a deep, bone-revealing wound on his leg.

Blood stained his bright yellow dragon robe.

He staggered, but used his longsword to support himself on the ground, stubbornly refusing to fall!

He raised his head, his eyes burning with fury, piercing through the armored soldiers before him, and looked out of the main hall, towards the direction of the Cining Palace.

Then, with all his might, he let out a roar that resounded throughout the entire Forbidden City!

"Zhu Qiyu! My dear younger brother!"

"Did you see that?!"

"They can kill me today, they can kill you tomorrow!"

"If you have even a shred of the backbone of the Zhu family, then stand with me!"

"I'd rather die a noble village head than live as a common village head!"

"Even if it means death, I will never be their puppet! I will never let them have an easy time!"

This roar, like a thunderclap, resounded through the sky and echoed in every time and space!

The Three Kingdoms Era.

Cao Mao, the Duke of Gaogui Township, looked at the boy in the sky who resembled him so much, and tears streamed down his face.

"Excellent! What a fine example of 'I'd rather die as a nobleman!' To posterity... I actually have a confidant!"

Hongwu reign.

Zhu Yuanzhang smashed the armrest of the dragon throne with a punch, his tiger-like eyes filled with tears.

"Good boy! Well done! You truly deserve to be a member of the Zhu family!"

The other princes were the same; Zhu Qizhen did not disgrace his ancestors Zhu Yuanzhang and Zhu Di!

The Yongle reign.

Zhu Di's eyes were bloodshot as he stared intently at the screen. The overwhelming killing intent he exuded made the temperature in the entire Fengtian Hall drop to freezing point.

"Kill! Kill all these beasts for me!"

The first year of the Xuande reign.

Having just finished cleaning up his own household, Zhu Zhanji looked at the blood-soaked "son" in the sky, and his heart felt as if it were being gripped tightly by an invisible hand.

That's his son!

He is his son with Hu Shanxiang!

In the next seven years of the orthodox era, he is being besieged and killed by a group of people he trusts most!

"ah--!"

Zhu Zhanji let out a roar of extreme pain, and spat out a mouthful of blood!