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

Above the sky, an AI-simulated video shows that Zhu Qizhen's revenge has come to a close. He has many enemies, which cannot be killed all at once, so this is the first step.

The dripping blood and the exhilarating reckoning thrilled countless viewers across the myriad worlds.

But after the initial excitement, a lingering emptiness began to spread in the live stream room.

"It's over? It's over already? Although Baozong's revenge was satisfying, I still feel so frustrated!"

"Yes! Emperor Jingtai, Zhu Qiyu, was so tragic! He was the most innocent one, a mere tool from beginning to end, and in the end, he even lost his life and his son!"

"Sigh, if he had been even a little more ruthless, if he had even a bit more skill, the Golden Knife Case might have been solved, and none of this would have happened."

["Don't forget, the anchor said that Zhu Qizhen was lenient with Sun Ruowei. Could there be some secrets we don't know about during the Tianshun era?"]

Suddenly, a bold, golden bullet screen streaked across the sky!

"Host! Stop just talking and start doing it! You've already predicted Zhu Di as Fusu and Li Shimin as Fusu, how about this time, give us a 'Zhu Dijun version of Zhu Qiyu'?!"

This suggestion, like a spark thrown into a hot oil pan, instantly ignited the entire live broadcast room!

"Holy crap! That's an awesome suggestion!!"

"Yes, yes, yes! It starts right after Crown Prince Zhu Jianji's sudden death! It's a hellish start! If you can turn things around, I'll send you ten aircraft carriers!"

"I want to see! I want to see! I want to see how Judy Jun fights his way out for that poor puppet emperor!"

["I second that! We want to see a stunning comeback! We want to see the anchor tear apart the civil service and that wicked Empress Sun!"]

The shouts were like a mountain roaring and a tsunami crashing.

This is not just the voice of modern audiences, but the common sentiment of countless emperors, generals, and even ordinary people across all worlds and timelines.

During the Hongwu reign of the Ming Dynasty.

Zhu Yuanzhang slapped his thigh, staring expectantly at the sky: "That's right! Let our descendant go! We want to see if he has any of the Zhu family blood! If he's as useless as that Zhu Qiyu, we'll curse him to death even across time!"

Prince Zhao's Mansion.

Zhu Gaosui straightened his back, a hint of tension and pride on his face, and boasted to his advisors, "See this? This is my descendant, Zhu Gaosui! If he can turn this dead end into a victory, what will that prove? It will prove that my lineage is the chosen one!"

Meanwhile, Zhu Qiyu of the Jingtai era, the tragic emperor who had just witnessed his own poisoning, his son's murder, and even the destruction of his mausoleum in the heavens, had a glimmer of light rekindle in his dim eyes.

He stared intently at the sky, his lips moving.

Go...

On my behalf...

Live once!

Kill those beasts for me!

Above the sky, Zhu Dijun looked at the boiling barrage of comments, a bloodthirsty smile curving his lips.

"Family members, are you sure?"

His voice carried a hint of cold mockery.

"At the start, I lost my beloved son, was poisoned by a slow-acting poison, had no power within the government, and had no reinforcements from outside. The cabinet, the Ministry of War, and the secret police were all in the hands of the enemy."

"This isn't a dinner invitation."

"This is a battlefield where, if you're not careful, you'll be devoured until there's not even a bone left."

"What are you afraid of! Just do it!"

"Don't be a coward, streamer! We believe in you!"

Zhu Dijun smiled.

"it is good."

"Since everyone wants to see it, then today I will personally step in and use AI technology to simulate it for you all, and also to demonstrate it for that poor Jingtai Emperor..."

"What do you mean, 'stopping killing with killing'!"

"What do you mean by 'living towards death'?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the cold, mechanical sound of the Sky Curtain System echoed throughout the ancient time and space.

["Strong desire detected... 'Role Simulation' function activated..."]

[Simulated Character: Emperor Jingtai of the Ming Dynasty, Zhu Qiyu.]

[Simulated time point: The night Crown Prince Zhu Jianji died suddenly.]

[Simulation Objectives: Revenge, Seize Power, Survive!]

[Simulation begins!]

In modern times, an AI video using SROA has begun to appear, simulating and deducing the Zhu Dijun version of Zhu Qiyu.

Om-!

Zhu Dijun's figure instantly transformed into a streak of light on the sky, rushing straight into the scene representing the Jingtai era!

……

Qianqing Palace.

Icy.

Dead silence.

Zhu Qiyu suddenly opened his eyes.

No, it should be said that Judy Jun, who had taken over this body, opened his eyes.

What came into view was the dim candlelight and the empty hall.

A heart-wrenching grief and a deep-seated weakness surged up from every corner of his body, attempting to devour his consciousness.

These are the lingering emotions of the original owner, Zhu Qiyu.

The pain of losing a child.

The anger of being betrayed.

And, when faced with an enemy so large and unshakeable, there is boundless despair.

"Oh."

A soft, disdainful sneer escaped Judy Jun's throat.

He forcibly suppressed the weak emotions that were not his own and slowly sat up from the dragon bed.

He examined the young body, which had already been hollowed out.

I could clearly feel a dull ache in my lungs and a general feeling of weakness throughout my body.

"A slow-acting poison, huh...?"

Zhu Dijun's eyes turned cold.

That group of people has already started making their move.

According to history, the original owner would then fall into despair, and in desperation, she would try anything, such as joining forces with Nangong's brother to create the "Golden Knife Case" that started strong but ended weakly, ultimately exposing herself and hastening her own death.

madness!

A hint of disdain flashed in Zhu Dijun's eyes.

Join forces with Zhu Qizhen?

A deposed emperor and a puppet ruler, two clay idols put together, can they cross the river?

Moreover, would Zhu Qizhen genuinely help you?

Don't be silly!

He will only exploit your despair and fuel your pathetic desire for revenge, making you fight the civil service group to the death, so that he can reap the benefits!

In this cannibalistic Forbidden City, the only person you can truly trust is yourself!

and also……

Zhu Dijun's gaze pierced through the palace gate and looked towards the northwest.

The direction of Cining Palace.

A cruel smile curled at the corner of his lips.

When dealing with a monolithic interest group, any strategy is superfluous.

The only way is to use the most direct, brutal, and unreasonable methods to kick over the chessboard on which they rely to maintain the balance of power!

And that woman, Sun Ruowei, is the most important fulcrum on this chessboard!

She was the late emperor's empress, the nominal mother of the nation!

The reason why Yu Qian and his group were able to legitimately sideline the emperor was largely because the empress dowager tacitly approved and endorsed it!

As long as she dies.

The legitimacy of this "Kingslayer Alliance" will collapse instantly!

A mad emperor who murders his mother will drag the entire court into a bloody chaos that no one can predict!

Chaos is his only chance, the only chance he has as a puppet with nothing!

"Someone come here."

Judy Jun shouted in a weak but undeniable voice.

An old eunuch walked in cautiously; it was his trusted confidant, Xing'an.

"His Majesty……"

"I...I feel a terrible pain in my chest..." Zhu Dijun clutched his chest, his face displaying an expression of extreme grief and weakness, a performance he acted with remarkable skill. "I miss my mother...I want to go and pay my respects to her...and have her...comfort me..."

Xing'an was taken aback, then his eyes showed pity: "Your Majesty, please accept my condolences. The Empress Dowager must be grieving as well. It is good that you have gone."

Zhu Dijun nodded and, with Xing An's help, stood up shakily.

He appeared so weak that he could barely walk.

But beneath those lowered eyelids, a pair of eyes were as cold as ice that had never melted.

Silently, he clenched a shard of broken porcelain from a teacup on the table into his palm.

The sharp edges cut through the skin and flesh.

Fresh blood slowly flowed down his palm.

But he felt no pain at all.

There is only one kind of chilling pleasure: the impending, hand-to-hand slaying of one's enemy.

Sun Ruowei.

Yu Qian.

Chen Xun.

Your death is imminent...

Arrived!