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

night, deeper.

The hustle and bustle outside the window seemed to have faded away, but the blood flowing in front of Fengtian Hall seemed to have permeated time and space, giving the air in this quiet room a rusty, sweet smell.

Zhu Qizhen's body stopped trembling.

When he chose to believe his "resurrected" brother, a strange calmness rose from the bottom of his heart.

Fear still exists, but it is enveloped by a flame called "hope".

He looked at Judy Jun, the younger brother who had just pulled him back from the brink of collapse with a few words.

A crucial and practical question welled up in his mind.

"Royal brother..."

Zhu Qizhen's voice was somewhat hoarse as he licked his chapped lips.

"Wait...wait until this matter calms down."

"How do you intend to... deal with me and Jian Shen?"

He asked that question.

This question, like a poisonous thorn, had been stuck in his heart for a whole night.

The throne.

This is the supreme position in the world.

It was for this position that the two brothers went from being close friends to becoming bitter enemies.

Now that Judy Jun has demonstrated such terrifying skill and cunning, will he return the power he finally managed to reclaim to himself?

Zhu Qizhen dared not even think about it.

He had even prepared for the worst. As long as he could save his son Zhu Jianshen's life and let him be the Prince of Anle for the rest of his life, he would accept being imprisoned for life.

Upon hearing this, Empress Qian tightened her grip on Zhu Jianshen's arm, her face drained of color, and she looked at Zhu Dijun with such tension that she almost stopped breathing.

The atmosphere in the entire hall was a hundred times more somber than when Zhu Qizhen had questioned his identity.

Because this time, it touched upon the most core interests.

that power.

To everyone's surprise.

Upon hearing this question, Zhu Dijun's icy expression softened slightly.

It was a strange expression... a mixture of mockery and disdain.

"What to do?"

Judy Jun seemed to have heard the biggest joke in the world, and he shook his head slightly.

"Brother, you don't actually think that I went through all this trouble just to get that throne, do you?"

Zhu Qizhen was suddenly taken aback.

"what?"

He was completely out of sync with Judy Jun's train of thought.

If not for the throne? Then what is it for?!

This is the throne!

Zhu Dijun picked up his teacup, blew on the steam, and his gaze became distant and profound, as if he could see through the roof and into the decaying foundation of the Ming Dynasty.

"The succession to the throne? What's there to worry about?"

He spoke calmly, yet he uttered words that left Zhu Qizhen, Empress Qian, and everyone else in front of the canopy speechless.

"Naturally, it is Your Majesty who should be restored to the throne."

"I, Zhu Qiyu, am still your good younger brother, the Prince of Cheng of the Ming Dynasty."

"As for the reign title, whether to continue your 'legitimate' reign or use my 'Jingtai' reign title is entirely up to you. Whatever makes you happy."

"..."

"..."

Zhu Qizhen's mouth slowly opened wide, wide enough to almost fit an egg.

His expression shifted from tension to astonishment, and then to utter bewilderment.

He felt like his brain wasn't working properly.

The throne!

That supreme position that turns brothers against each other and fathers and sons against each other!

That ultimate goal that has led countless heroes, villains, and treacherous officials to sacrifice their lives!

Now, this "younger brother" of his, who has everything firmly in his grasp, is casually tossing it to him like a piece of trash.

He even asked himself which reign title he preferred?

How...how is this possible?!

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【"?????????"】

"Holy crap! What did I just hear? Jun-ge said he doesn't want the throne?!"

"Hallucination, I must be hallucinating! How can a cooked duck fly away?"

"Carefree? This isn't just carefree, this is saintly! Zhu Qizhen was dumbfounded, 'Huh? That's it? The throne is given away for free? And shipping included?'"

"Something's not right! Absolutely not right! Given Jun-ge's personality, every move he makes has a deeper meaning! Giving up the throne is definitely a move in his grand scheme! Behind this move, there must be an even more terrifying plot!"

"The person upstairs is absolutely right! My scalp is tingling! What on earth does this madman who doesn't even care about the throne want?!"

"I can't bear to think about it... I really can't bear to think about it! This is beyond my comprehension!"

Zhu Qizhen's bewilderment perfectly reflects the state of mind of all the viewers at that moment.

Looking at Judy Jun's calm and collected face, he felt for the first time that he and his younger brother seemed to live in two completely different worlds.

What he cherished and fought for was utterly insignificant in the eyes of the other party.

This feeling was even more disheartening than being completely crushed by force.

"Why...why?"

Zhu Qizhen's voice trembled slightly, as if he were talking in a dream.

Zhu Dijun put down his teacup, the bottom of which collided with the table, making a crisp, light sound.

It was this soft sound that plunged Zhu Qizhen from his confusion into an even deeper abyss.

Zhu Dijun's gaze finally returned from the distance to his elder brother's face.

That look was no longer cold; instead, it carried an unprecedented solemnity.

One kind of heaviness, as if looking at a world on the verge of collapse.

"Brother Emperor."

"Do you think that killing Sun Ruowei, bringing down Yu Qian, Chen Xun, and Wang Wen, and eliminating the so-called 'Jiangxi Gang' is the end of the matter?"

Zhu Dijun slowly shook his head, a sorrowful smile curving his lips.

"No."

"No, Your Majesty."

"That... is just the beginning."