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

The wind blows across the desolate land of Tumubao.

Beneath the yellow sands lie six hundred years of injustice and tragedy.

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

The team of veterans and intellectuals who were searching for evidence finally arrived at this place of destiny.

Following the coordinates provided by Zhu Dijun's team in the video feed, they found the slightly raised, inconspicuous earthen slope.

Everyone held their breath.

A sense of tension, almost sacred, permeated the air.

"dig!"

The veteran leading the way plunged a shovel deep into the parched earth!

One shovel, two shovels...

The loess was constantly being turned over.

Everyone's heart was in their throat.

They both yearn to uncover the truth and fear that truth, which is indeed as bloody and cruel as the heavens have described.

"when!"

A crisp metallic clang came from the half-person-deep pit.

"There's something there!"

Everyone perked up and rushed over like madmen, digging through the soil with their hands.

The first thing to be revealed was a rusty but still recognizable piece of armor.

"It's...it's the armor of the Imperial Guard!" The veteran's voice trembled as he recognized the familiar uniform at a glance.

Then, more and more things were discovered.

A broken piece of embroidered spring knife.

A general's private seal engraved with the character "Zhang".

And then... skeletons!

One, two, ten, one hundred...

The countless skeletons, piled up in layers, were presented to everyone in an extremely gruesome manner.

There were no large-scale arrow wounds.

Many skeletons bear marks of being hacked with knives and axes, and some even have wounds that pierce through the back!

This is not a positional battle between two armies!

This was a desperate, bloody massacre after being surrounded!

The writers in the group could no longer control themselves, and knelt down, weeping uncontrollably.

The cold words "total annihilation" in the history books, at this moment, transformed into the hellish scene before their eyes, piercing their hearts with pain!

"Keep digging! Search! Search for that blood-written book!" the veteran roared, his eyes red.

Based on the density of the skeletons, they quickly pinpointed the central area.

There, there was a skeleton that was significantly larger and relatively well-preserved than the surrounding skeletons.

At his waist, a British ducal guard's badge gleamed dimly in the sunlight.

it's him!

Everyone's heart was pounding in their chest.

They carefully cleared the dirt around the skeleton.

Finally, close to their ribs, they found a hard, solidified booklet wrapped in tarpaulin, which had congealed with dirt and blood.

that's it!

With trembling hands, the veteran took out the thin booklet that contained the darkest secrets of the entire empire.

He slowly turned the first page, which was already rotten.

"...The sky has fallen."

[...not the Oirat people.]

"...They're one of us!"

[...The Xuanda border army...Yang Hong's sons Yang Jun, Yang Neng, and Yang Xin...they've gone mad! They've raised their butcher's knives against us!]

When I saw these desperate words written in dried blood.

"Thump!"

The veteran could no longer hold on; his knees buckled, and he collapsed heavily to the ground.

He tilted his head back, and murky tears streamed down his weathered face.

"It's true..."

"It's all true..."

"Aaaaaaahh ...

He let out a wild, mournful, and heartbroken roar!

The truth has been uncovered!

The remains and blood-written letter from Tumu Fortress spread throughout the Ming Dynasty with undeniable force.

The last glimmer of hope was shattered.

All that's left is liquidation!

A raging fire burned in the hearts of every conscientious Ming Dynasty citizen!

What?

You're saying the culprits, the three Yangs—Yang San, Chen Xun, Yu Qian, and Yang Hong—are all dead?

It's okay!

They are gone, but their descendants are still here! Their family is still here!

They enjoy the wealth and glory that their ancestors earned through treason and regicide, and live in pavilions and towers stained with the blood of innocent people!

Why should I?!

Our ancestors used the bones of innocent people to enrich their own families.

Now, their descendants must pay for this blood debt that spans a century with their own blood!

The 30th year of the Jiajing reign of the Ming Dynasty.

The Forbidden City, the Western Garden.

The Jiajing Emperor, obsessed with cultivating immortality, looked at the detailed examination report on the blood-written letter, which had been rushed from Tumu Fortress, and his expression was more ferocious and cruel than ever before.

He already harbored deep hatred for those civil officials who opposed him every day.

Now, he has found the best reason to uproot them without anyone daring to object!

"OK……"

The Jiajing Emperor chuckled softly, his voice filled with bloodthirsty pleasure.

"What a fine subject of mine!"

"Issue my decree!"

He suddenly stood up, his voice echoing throughout the entire hall!

"Grand Secretary Fei Hong, whose ancestor was a accomplice of Chen Xun, harbored a traitor, a crime deserving of unforgivable punishment! He has been dismissed from his post, his property confiscated, and his entire clan exiled three thousand li away, never to be employed again!"

"Minister of War Zhang Zan's wife's family are descendants of Yu Qian; their bloodline is tainted, and they are utterly unfit for important positions! He is to be dismissed immediately, and a thorough investigation into all his dealings during his tenure is to be conducted!"

"Any family with the surnames Yang, Chen, or Yu that has any connection with these three traitors shall be barred from holding official positions in the imperial court for three generations!"

"His crimes shall be cast into iron certificates and erected at the Imperial Academy! So that all scholars in the land may take this as a warning!"

"Tell them, this is the fate of regicides!"

Each imperial edict, like a death warrant, was issued from the Forbidden City.

A bloody purge targeting the descendants of the "Kingslayers Alliance" has begun!

Those once-illustrious families saw their fortunes crumble overnight.

They cried out, they protested their innocence, they said the sins of their ancestors had nothing to do with them.

But no one sympathized with them.

When their ancestors, for their own selfish interests, pushed hundreds of thousands of soldiers and emperors into the abyss, did they ever have the slightest pity?

When they comfortably enjoyed this blood-stained wealth, did they ever feel a trace of remorse?

Blood debts must be repaid in blood!

This is the way of Heaven!

Above the sky, Judy Jun watched all of this quietly.

He knew that he had completely altered the course of history.

Those wronged souls who were buried have finally received belated solace.

And the young emperor who had borne the infamy for six hundred years finally cleared his name of all stains.

Zhu Dijun's gaze once again turned to the time and space of the first year of Tianshun.

The emperor who had just returned from the "Tumu Crisis," his eyes now filled with only coldness and cruelty, was driven by revenge.

"Family members."

Zhu Dijun's voice rang out again, carrying a sense of excitement as he embarked on a new chapter.

"The reckoning is just the beginning."

"Emperor Zhu Qizhen's revenge, and the second half of his war with the entire civil service, has only just begun!"

"Next, let us witness how a truly ruthless emperor uses the most iron-fisted methods to clean up the Ming Dynasty court, which has rotted to the core!"