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

As Zhu Dijun finished speaking, the storm brought by the sky had only just begun.

That diagram of the "Legitimate Dynasty Monarch-Killer Alliance" composed of Chen Xun, Yu Qian, Sun Ruowei, Yang Hong, and others is like an indelible mark, deeply engraved in the souls of everyone in the myriad worlds.

The sky has truly fallen.

But this time, it wasn't the fate of a particular dynasty that collapsed.

Rather, it is the temple of faith built from history books and legends in the hearts of countless people!

The first year of the Jingtai reign of the Ming Dynasty.

Inside the Qianqing Palace, the new emperor Zhu Qiyu sat on the dragon throne, his face pale, his body trembling like a leaf in the wind.

He is not a fool.

The sky clearly dissected everything.

He was nothing more than a puppet, a symbol, put on the throne by Chen Xun, Yu Qian and their ilk in order to completely block his brother Zhu Qizhen's path to the throne!

His throne was won with his brother's blood and humiliation!

He raised his head and looked at Chen Xun, the Grand Secretary standing in the palace, and at Yu Qian, the Minister of War who had just been promoted to Junior Guardian for his merits in the "Battle of Beijing".

In the past, he thought these two were the pillars of the nation, the pillars that supported the Ming Dynasty.

But now, he felt that beneath the official robes were two hideous, grotesque faces that were ready to devour anyone!

They are not assisting him.

They are imprisoning him!

Zhu Qiyu felt a sense of suffocation; the entire court had become a giant cage!

The tenth year of the Hongzhi reign of the Ming Dynasty.

The wise ruler Zhu Youcheng gazed at the sky, remaining silent for a long time. Only the hand holding the teacup betrayed his inner turmoil.

He recalled the historical records about that period of history.

Yu Qian turned the tide and made a great contribution to the country.

He was later unjustly executed by Zhu Qizhen of the Tianshun reign on charges of "intending" to rebel.

He always thought that was the biggest stain on his great-grandfather's life.

But now, he knows.

That's not a stain.

That was justice, belated, and far from enough!

Zhu Youcheng's gaze swept over the cabinet ministers under His Highness, those civil officials who also came from the Hanlin Academy and were full of Confucian classics.

His eyes reflected the constraints he had faced since ascending the throne, and the death of his father. Once again, they were filled with wariness and alienation.

The fifth year of the Zhengde reign of the Ming Dynasty.

Inside the Leopard Chamber, the smile on the face of the usually carefree Emperor Zhengde, Zhu Houzhao, had long since vanished.

He looked at the sky, his eyes filled with an unprecedented solemnity.

"So, these bastards already had a systematic method for regicide back then..."

He muttered to himself.

He recalled the countless conflicts and obstacles he had faced with the civil service since his ascension to the throne.

He used to find them annoying and old-fashioned.

Now he understands that it wasn't outdated or pedantic.

They were a pack of hungry wolves, constantly testing the limits of this shepherd! If he showed the slightest weakness, they would pounce on him without hesitation and tear him to pieces!

"Liu Jin," Zhu Houzhao said coldly.

"This servant is here." The chief eunuch Liu Jin scrambled to his knees and knelt down.

"Keep a close eye on these civil officials for me," Zhu Houzhao's voice was as cold as ice.

"Especially those from Jiangxi, every single one of them, I've got to keep a close eye on them! The Jiangxi clique that my descendant Zhu Dijun mentioned is indeed true. The greatest enemy of my Great Ming Dynasty is not the Tatars, but these civil officials who have no moral bottom line!"

However, for the vast majority of ordinary people in the myriad worlds, especially those scholars who studied the classics in the Ming Dynasty and the Tian Shun era, this upheaval was devastating.

"It's fake! It must be fake!"

A scholar was screaming like a madman in the street, tearing the copy of "Yu Shaobao Collection" in his hand to shreds.

"Yu Gong is a man of high moral character, a paragon of virtue for all time! How could he possibly be a traitor! How could he possibly plagiarize!"

"The Battle of Beiping is clearly recorded in the history books; how could it be fake!"

Questioning, disbelief, anger!

Countless people cannot accept that the hero they have admired all their lives was actually a despicable hypocrite.

They need evidence!

It's not just one-sided statements from the sky, but irrefutable evidence that you can touch and see with your own eyes!

"I refuse to accept this! Unless I see the six thousand skeletons at Tumu Fortress with my own eyes!"

"Yes! And that blood-written letter! Bring it out! Let us see it with our own eyes!"

"If what Tianmu said is true, then the Tumu Fort ruins are right there! Decades have passed; there must be traces left! Go dig!"

"We also need to find the descendants of Wang Wen, Cao Nai, Wang Zuo, and others. If they are still alive, they must have evidence of what happened at Tumu Fortress!"

On the screen, countless people from the Ming Dynasty echoed the same cry.

Verification required!

They want to use their own hands to dig out the buried truth!

The Ming Dynasty, the twentieth year of the Chenghua reign.

A group of more than a dozen retired veterans and down-on-their-luck intellectuals quietly left the capital.

Their destination was only one—Tumu Fort!

The veteran leading the group was a member of the Imperial Guard who had followed Emperor Yingzong (Zhu Qizhen) and participated in the "Tumu Crisis".

He would never forget the deep sorrow and hatred in the Emperor Emeritus's eyes whenever he mentioned Tumu Fortress after the Emperor Emeritus returned to the capital.

"Let's go!" The veteran's voice was hoarse but firm.

"Let's go and uncover the truth for our old master, and for the people of the world!"

At the same time, this storm also swept across all eras, including the Qin, Han, Tang, and Song dynasties, in a bizarre way.

The Zhenguan Hall of the Tang Dynasty.

Li Shimin frowned as he looked at the official resume in his hand.

"Wang Gui, what do you think of appointing this newly appointed Jinshi (successful candidate in the highest imperial examination) from Fengcheng, Hongzhou, as a censor?"

Fang Xuanling, standing to the side, pondered for a moment before cautiously replying:

"Your Majesty, this man is exceptionally talented and would have been an excellent choice. However... Hongzhou belongs to Jiangnan West Circuit... the Jiangxi clique of later generations."

He didn't finish his sentence, but his meaning was clear.

Jiangxi!

Li Shimin tapped his knuckles lightly on the table.

He thought of the five-dynasty veteran Chen Xun and the Grand Secretary Yang Shiqi on the sky.

He recalled the phrase, "The Jiangxi clique uses the corpses of people from several provinces to achieve its own political goals."

"Let's see."

Li Shimin said calmly,

"The affairs of the Ministry of Personnel should not be rushed."

The Chuigong Hall, built during the Tianbao era of the Song Dynasty.

Zhao Kuangyin looked at an official from Raozhou who was passionately recounting state affairs, but his eyes became incredibly complex.

He could never forget Zhu Yuanzhang's words displayed on the sky.

"I knew these bookworms were all bad, not a single one of them was any good!" he roared.

He could never forget how that "loyal minister" named Yu Qian had become related to the monarch-killing criminal Yang Hong through marriage, and how other members of the Jiangxi gang had cooperated and helped him.

"Can civil officials really be trusted?"

This thought, like a venomous snake, entered the mind of this founding emperor for the first time.

At this moment, officials and scholars from Jiangxi across all time and space were nearly driven mad.

"Fuck him!"

An official from Jiangxi during the Tang Dynasty was so angry at home that he overturned the table.

"What do the Three Yangs of the Ming Dynasty, and Chen Xun, have to do with me! I've never even met anyone with the surname Zhu! Why should I take the blame for this? This is hundreds of years later!"

"It's over! It's all over!"

A Jiangxi merchant from the Song Dynasty, looking at the strange looks from those around him, felt like crying but had no tears.

"I'm just a fabric seller! I never intended to murder the emperor! I'm not one of the Jiangxi gang members on the Sky Screen."

They were filled with resentment, yet they were unable to defend themselves.

They were nailed to the pillar of historical shame by their "fellow villagers" whom they had never met.

No matter how much they curse, one fact has been established.

The Jiangxi clique of the Ming Dynasty successfully tainted the identity of "Jiangxi people" through their crimes.

In the eyes of all the rulers who know the secrets of the heavens, this regional label has become synonymous with words like "factionalism," "conspiracy," and "monarchy."

A silent, yet incredibly brutal purge targeting specific regions has quietly begun across countless worlds and timelines.