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

Beyond the celestial canopy, a live broadcast studio in the 21st century.

When the words "learn from Cao Mao" came out of Zhu Dijun's mouth.

When the words "With our lives, let's fight for a just cause for our good nephew... a righteous cause for future revenge!" resounded through the sky.

The entire live stream went completely silent.

After a deathly silence of half a minute, the comments erupted like a volcanic eruption!

"Cao Mao's ambition...it's giving me the creeps! It's really giving me the creeps!"

"I used to think he was a ruthless hero, but now I'm wrong. He was a martyr who was prepared to die! He paved the way for future generations with his own death!"

"Sima Zhao's intentions are obvious to everyone! Jun Ge is replicating this! He wants to use his own and Zhu Qizhen's 'death' to roar at the whole world: 'The intentions of civil officials and imperial relatives are obvious to everyone!!'"

"Too ruthless! Too heroic! This is no longer a political maneuver, this is an epic! Using the emperor's blood to write an epic, to condemn a group of traitors!"

"I was wondering what would happen if the Zhang family didn't dare to accept them. Now I understand. Two emperors who have 'come back to life,' covered in blood and burdened with unbearable injustice, burst through your gates. How could you refuse them? If you didn't, you would be an accomplice! Your whole family would be executed!"

"This is a true open conspiracy! A conspiracy where you know it's a trap, but you have no choice but to jump in! The Zhang family, and the entire Wu Xun Group, are completely bound to his war machine by this move!"

"Shedding his skin like a cicada is the path to survival; learning from Cao Mao is the path to death. He has prepared for both paths. To live is to be a hunter; to die is to become a heroic spirit! No matter which path Yu Qian chooses, they are doomed to lose!"

The viewers in the live stream were completely captivated by this do-or-die, life-or-death determination.

This is a kind of ultimate romance and madness that they can only feel in the most tragic chapters of history books, belonging to the end of a hero!

……

Nangong.

The resolute glint in Zhu Qizhen's eyes gradually faded into an unfathomable darkness.

He looked at Judy Jun, his nominal younger brother, but in reality... his mentor.

"I see."

His voice stopped trembling and became unusually calm.

"What do you need me to do?"

The cold, icy smile returned to Zhu Dijun's face.

"Brother, haven't you always wanted to escape this cage?"

"Now, the opportunity has come."

He turned around, his gaze sweeping over the dilapidated furnishings in the hall, the cobwebs, the dust, and every corner that had witnessed Zhu Qizhen's seven years of humiliation.

"Set it on fire."

Zhu Dijun's voice was very soft.

"Burn this place to the ground."

"Burn the names 'Zhu Qiyu' and 'Zhu Qizhen' completely."

He walked up to Xing'an, the old eunuch who had been standing in the shadows with his hands at his sides.

The old eunuch Xing'an trembled slightly, raised his head, and his wrinkled face was filled with fear and confusion.

Judy didn't speak, she just looked at him quietly.

After a long while, he slowly spoke.

"My lord, how long have you served me?"

The old eunuch's Adam's apple bobbed, his voice hoarse: "Your Majesty... this old servant... has been with you since you were still the Prince of Cheng."

"Yes, it's been a long time."

Zhu Dijun nodded.

"So, you want to follow a 'dead' emperor to serve him in the underworld?"

He paused, then changed the subject.

"Or do you want to follow a 'resurrected' emperor to create...a new world unlike any other?"

The old eunuch's body trembled violently.

He is not a fool.

He understood.

With a thud, he fell to his knees, his forehead hitting the cold ground hard.

"This old servant...is willing to go through fire and water for Your Majesty!"

"very good."

Zhu Dijun's gaze then fell on Empress Qian, who was not far away.

This woman, historically renowned for her virtue, who cried until she went blind in one eye and became crippled from kneeling, is now tightly embracing her son Zhu Jianshen, her eyes filled with fear and unease.

Zhu Qizhen strode over, helped her up, and whispered something in her ear in a gentle tone that he himself did not realize.

Empress Qian's body went from stiff to trembling, and finally, she raised her head and looked at Judy Jun.

In her eyes, there was no fear, only a kind of trust and determination to entrust everything to someone else.

She nodded.

"it is good."

Zhu Dijun looked away.

Everything is ready.

He walked to the window and took one last look at the deep night and the brightly lit mansions.

It was as if they were saying a final farewell to those self-righteous enemies.

"Brother Emperor."

"Let's get started."

Zhu Qizhen took a deep breath and, trembling, pulled out a tinderbox from his bosom.

He glanced at Empress Qian and his son Zhu Jianshen beside him, then at the expressionless Zhu Dijun.

Finally, he walked to the corner inside the hall where countless withered yellowed documents and tattered curtains were piled up.

That place is the most flammable.

"Sizzle—"

The firelight blazed up.

That tiny flame seemed so insignificant in Zhu Qizhen's trembling hands.

Yet it also contains the power to burn away an old era.

He threw the tinder into it.

The flame, upon touching the dry files, was instantly awakened like a hungry beast!

call--!

Flames suddenly shot up to be more than half a person's height!

A wave of intense heat hit me!

Zhu Qizhen subconsciously took a step back, his eyes reflecting the increasingly intense orange-red light.

"Walk!"

Zhu Dijun gave a low shout, grabbed the old eunuch, and led the way towards the most secluded and weakest point of the palace wall in the Southern Palace, which had been planned in advance!

Zhu Qizhen also realized what was happening, picked up Zhu Jianshen, and followed closely behind with Empress Qian in his arms!

Fueled by the wind, the fire spread wildly at an unimaginable speed!

The wooden beams and pillars cracked and popped!

Thick smoke billowed straight into the sky!

The orange-red flames, like an extremely sharp dagger, instantly pierced the silent night of the Forbidden City!

Nangong is on fire!

This news was like a drop of boiling oil falling into a calm lake, instantly causing an uproar!