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

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

The young emperor Zhu Qizhen's resolute roar pierced through the palace walls and shattered the tranquility of the night.

It was like a heavy hammer, striking hard into everyone's heart.

Inside the Cining Palace.

Yang Shiqi, Zhang Shi, and Sun Ruowei were listening to the movements in Qianqing Palace in real time through their trusted eunuchs.

When Zhu Qizhen roared, the expressions on the faces of the three men changed drastically.

Sun Ruowei, in particular, trembled violently and lost all color in her face when she heard the name "Zhu Qiyu".

That was her last trump card!

She was the new puppet she was preparing to replace Zhu Qizhen!

But now, Zhu Qizhen's last cry before his death was like the most vicious curse, exposing all her plans to the light of day!

"We can't let him keep shouting!"

Sun Ruowei screamed, her voice filled with fear.

"Kill him! Kill him now!"

Yang Shiqi's face was so gloomy it could drip water.

He never expected that a fourteen-year-old child could unleash such amazing energy in such a desperate situation.

This is hardly a puppet that can be manipulated at will.

This is clearly a young dragon driven to the brink of despair!

He underestimated the Zhu family's ferocity!

"There's no turning back now. It's too late."

Yang Shiqi's voice was as cold as ice.

"Order Zhang Ni: at all costs, His Majesty must be brought to his death! Immediately!"

On the other side, in the bedroom of Prince Zhu Qiyu of Cheng.

Consort Wu held her eleven-year-old son tightly, her body trembling like a leaf in the wind.

Above the sky, every detail of the bloody "AI simulation" was clearly reflected in her eyes.

She saw how her nominal eldest son, the young emperor she had always relied on, fought a bloody battle during the siege.

She heard his heart-wrenching screams.

"Zhu Qiyu! My dear younger brother!"

"I will never be their puppet!"

Consort Wu's tears had already overflowed.

She is not a fool.

She knew that everything on the sky was real!

She knew that once Zhu Qizhen died, the next one to be pushed onto the throne would be her son, Zhu Qiyu, who was in her arms!

and then?

And then become the next Zhu Qizhen?

To become a new, more obedient puppet in the hands of Zhang, Sun, and Yang Shiqi?

When the son grows up and develops his own thoughts, will he also face a midnight "protection" and ultimately "die suddenly from worry and fear"?

Do not!

no way!

Consort Wu looked at her son, who was trembling with fear in her arms, and a resolute look, unlike anything she had ever seen before, flashed in her eyes.

She recalled what Zhu Dijun, a descendant of Hu Shanxiang, had said in the sky, about Hu Shanxiang's fate.

She was deposed, became a nun, and lived a lonely and miserable life.

Now, her son is about to fall into the clutches of that group again.

What about her? Perhaps she could rise to the position of Empress Dowager through her son, but what kind of Empress Dowager would she be living under fear and surveillance?

She doesn't want to!

She would rather die than let her son walk down that tragic path of becoming a puppet!

"Yu'er..."

Consort Wu lowered her head and gently kissed her son's forehead, her voice so tender it was heartbreaking.

"Don't be afraid, your mother is here."

"Your mother will take you to a place where no one can bully us anymore."

She wiped away her tears, hugged her son tightly, and her eyes became unusually calm.

She has made her choice.

Inside the Qianqing Palace, the bloody battle continues.

Zhu Qizhen had lost count of how many knives and gunshots he had taken.

He was almost covered in blood.

His consciousness began to blur, and his arm holding the sword felt as heavy as a thousand pounds.

But he did not fall.

An indomitable will supported his swaying body.

He watched as one armored soldier after another fell to the ground under his fierce sword.

He was blinded by rage!

He wasn't fighting for his own life; he was fighting for the dignity of the Zhu family!

He wanted to use his own blood to forever nail these traitors to the pillar of historical shame!

"puff!"

Another spear pierced his shoulder blade from behind.

The immense force caused him to collapse to one knee.

The longsword was deeply embedded in the gold bricks on the ground.

"Haha...hahahaha..."

The young emperor raised his head, blood gushing from his mouth, yet he let out a hearty laugh.

He looked at the armored soldiers before him, who were also wounded and whose eyes were filled with fear, and his eyes were full of contempt.

"A bunch of...useless trash!"

"A treacherous and traitorous minister who murdered his emperor!"

He used his sword to support his body and, with great difficulty, stood up once again!

That straight spine is like a battle flag that never falls!

Audiences from all times and spaces were stunned.

What incredible willpower!

What fierce determination!

Holy crap, the simulation video generated by SORA2AI is amazing, truly incredible!

My God... is this really a fourteen-year-old child?

[God of War! This is the real God of War of the Ming Dynasty!]

I cried. I'm a grown man, and watching a child fight like that, I just couldn't hold back my tears! Even knowing it was fake, even knowing it was a virtual creation derived from AI videos.

[Yang Shiqi! Sun Ruowei! Zhang Shi! I curse your ancestors for eighteen generations!]

In the modern live streaming room, the barrage of comments has turned into a sea of ​​tears and a torrent of curses.

And the people who viewed the celestial canopy throughout history

Inside the Yongle Palace, Zhu Di could no longer sit still.

He abruptly stood up, drew the Emperor's Sword from his waist, and roared at the empty hall with bloodshot eyes:

"kill!"

"Kill them all!"

"Our grandson...our precious grandson!"

This Yongle Emperor, who spent his life waging war and killing countless people, now looked like a helpless old man, tears streaming down his face.

Zhu Gaosui and Zhu Gaoxu, standing nearby, clenched their fists, their faces full of worry. This scene reminded them of the time when Zhu Dijun was assassinated, only this time it was their nephew's son, in the so-called seventh year of the Zhengtong era!

Zhu Zhanji, in the first year of the Xuande reign, had already collapsed to the ground.

He looked at the seven years of the Zhengtong era on the sky, at his 14-year-old son, and every wound seemed to cut into his own heart.

He recalled the resolute decision he made when he ordered his mother's death and deposed his wife.

Why?

Why did his son still have to suffer such torment in the seventh year of the Zhengtong era in another timeline?

He hates!

He hated his father, Zhu Gaochi, for letting the wolf into the house!

He hated himself even more for not seeing the truth sooner and for not clearing all the obstacles for his son!

"Town..."

Zhu Zhanji muttered to himself, his voice filled with endless regret and pain.

"It's my father... I'm so sorry..."