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

In the first year of the Jianwen reign, the Fengtian Hall was completely in chaos.

"Your Majesty! His Majesty has fainted!"

"Quickly summon the imperial physician! Hurry!"

The eunuchs' shrill voices shattered the deathly silence, and the palace maids were thrown into chaos. Qi Tai and Huang Zicheng scrambled to the dragon throne, their hands trembling as they checked Zhu Yunwen's breath.

That once gentle and refined face was now completely drained of color, like a blank sheet of paper.

The suspicion of "murdering the emperor" was like an invisible mountain that crashed down, completely crushing the last bit of spiritual support for this young emperor!

Those civil officials whom he had just relied on as pillars of the nation now instinctively took a half step back, their eyes filled with fear and alienation as they looked at the unconscious emperor.

The military officers and nobles all placed their hands on the hilts of their swords at their waists, without prior agreement.

Their eyes were icy as they scanned Qi Tai, Huang Zicheng, and the others. Their undisguised killing intent made the temperature in the entire hall seem to drop to freezing point.

Once the seeds of doubt are sown, they will grow wildly.

The tragic death of Prince Xiang, Zhu Bai, and the "mysterious" passing of Emperor Taizu, two threads converged in their minds, and a script that sent chills down their spines had already taken shape in the timeline of Emperor Jianwen, because Zhu Dijun in the sky had already said this twice.

In the eleventh year of the Hongwu reign, the atmosphere in the Fengtian Hall jumped directly from freezing point to hellish lava.

Zhu Yuanzhang steadied himself and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand.

He stopped looking at the sky and slowly, inch by inch, turned his head away.

Those eyes, burning with black flames, were fixed on Zhu Yunwen, the grandson of the emperor who stood behind Crown Prince Zhu Biao, the one he was most proud of and on whom he placed the greatest hopes.

At that moment, Zhu Yunwen was just a seven or eight-year-old child. Overwhelmed by this world-destroying murderous aura, he burst into tears and buried his head in his father Zhu Biao's arms.

"Father...Grandpa...it's so scary..."

Zhu Biao hugged his son tightly with heartache, but his own legs were weak. He met his father's soul-crushing gaze, his lips trembling, unable to utter a single word.

"Biao'er".

Zhu Yuanzhang spoke, his voice hoarse as if two rusty iron pieces were rubbing against each other.

"Our good son."

"Look at the good successor we've chosen for you..."

He laughed, a laugh more painful than tears, and all the civil and military officials in the hall knelt down, burying their heads deep, not daring to make a sound.

……

Above the sky, Judy Jun looked at the chaotic scene of this broadcasting accident, which could be described as historic, and cleared his throat without any sympathy.

"Family members, don't rush to feel sorry for them, and don't rush to be angry."

"Regarding the cause of death of Emperor Taizu Gao, we are currently only making reasonable speculations based on historical records. We should not take it as fact, we should not take it as fact."

As soon as he said that, the comments in the live stream chat went completely off-topic.

"I don't believe you! You old rascal, you're so wicked! You just lit the fire and now you're saying you need to put it out?"

"Jun-ge: No, I didn't, don't talk nonsense! (Manual doge emoji)"

Zhu Yuanzhang: We believe you! Let's go and spank that rebellious grandson's ass right now and see if there's any treacherous bone hidden inside!

Zhu Yunwen: I fainted right then and there, and I don't know anything after that!

Zhu Dijun ignored the teasing comments in the live chat and changed the subject.

"The truth of history is often elusive. The same is true of Zhu Yunwen's fate."

"After losing the Jingnan Campaign, my dear nephew Zhu Yunwen vanished from the face of the earth."

On the sky, the scene changes.

The majestic gates of Nanjing opened wide, and the army of Zhu Di, the Prince of Yan, poured in like a tidal wave.

Meanwhile, another great fire broke out in the palace.

Some say he perished in the fire, his remains never found.

Some say that he shaved his head to become a monk, boarded a boat and went to sea, and wandered the world ever since.

"But in any case, a living emperor has just disappeared. For the Ming Dynasty, which had only been stable for thirty years, this was undoubtedly a huge tragedy."

Judy's tone carried a hint of regret: "The enemies rejoice, the loved ones grieve. The rightful emperor of an empire has ended up disappearing without a trace, neither alive nor dead. How tragic, how lamentable."

Upon hearing this, the emperors of all time and space displayed complex expressions.

Even Liu Bang, who had just been laughing at the situation, stopped smiling.

An emperor can be killed or overthrown, but to "disappear" is the greatest insult to imperial power.

However, just when everyone thought Judy Jun was about to sympathize with this loser, his tone suddenly took a 180-degree turn and became extremely disgusted!

"But! Family, I'm not here today to defend Zhu Yunwen!"

"My main purpose is to take this opportunity to give a good critique of my other ancestor, the ultimate victor—Emperor Yongle, Zhu Di!"

The fifteenth year of the Yongle reign.

Zhu Di, who had just been lamenting his nephew's unfortunate fate, froze instantly.

Criticize me?

I have worked diligently to govern the country and created the Yongle era of prosperity. I have defeated the Mongols in the north, sailed south to the Western Ocean, compiled the Great Codex, and moved the capital. Which of these achievements is not a great feat for all time?

You unworthy descendant, what right do you have to criticize me?!

"My ancestor, a man of great talent and ambition, accomplished countless feats throughout his life, but also did many foolish things that are both laughable and absurd!"

Zhu Dijun's voice was full of disappointment and frustration.

"Let's start with the first thing, a truly masterful move!"

"What did he do to prove the legitimacy of his throne, to tell the world that he did not usurp the throne, but 'inherit' it?"

"He forcibly extended the life of his own father, Zhu Yuanzhang, who had been dead for four years, by four years!"

Above the sky, large, golden characters appeared.

In the thirty-fifth year of the Hongwu reign (1389), Emperor Taizu Gao died, leaving a will that the throne would pass to Zhu Di, the Prince of Yan.

"Family members, have you seen this? It's the 35th year of the Hongwu reign!"

"Zhu Yuanzhang clearly died in the thirty-first year of the Hongwu reign! But when it came to my ancestor, the Prince of Yan, I crawled out of my coffin and lived for four more years, just to write a will for him 'abdicating'!"

"What kind of spirit is this? This is the power of fatherly love!"

"Even in death, his son will dig him out of his grave, work overtime to stamp and seal documents, and personally certify his son's throne!"

"If Zhu Yuanzhang isn't among the 'Ten People Who Moved the Ming Dynasty,' I'd be the first to object!"

"Hahahaha!"

silence!

After a brief silence, the sound of everyone in all time and space bursting into laughter erupted!

Datang.

Li Shimin sprayed a mouthful of tea all over Changsun Wuji's face, pointed at the sky, and laughed until he was shaking.

"Auxiliary machine... auxiliary machine, look! This... this Zhu Di, he knows how to play even better than I do!"

When he orchestrated the Xuanwu Gate Incident, at least he forced Li Yuan to abdicate; it was a fight between living people.

Zhu Di has started targeting the dead! And it's his own father!

The Great Han.

Liu Bang laughed so hard he slid off his seat and rolled on the ground, clutching his stomach.

"Oh my god! I can't believe it, this is hilarious! Letting a dead man abdicate! How could he even think of that! The Zhu family is full of idiots!"

Great Qin.

Even the usually dignified and solemn First Emperor Ying Zheng couldn't help but let his lips curl up wildly, and his shoulders shrugged slightly.

He wanted to maintain the dignity of an emperor, but he simply couldn't resist.

That was a brilliant move!

He was so impressed that he wanted to applaud Lao Ai and Zhao Ji, the biological mothers of that era. Compared to Zhu Di, they were nothing but small fry, their imaginations were so lacking!

At this moment, the eye of the storm is the Fengtian Hall in the eleventh year of the Hongwu reign.

All eyes immediately turned to Zhu Di, the eighteen-year-old boy who looked completely bewildered.

That look in his eyes was filled with shock, confusion, and a hint of...admiration?

Good guy!

That Prince of Yan is truly capable!

To be able to bring the deceased Emperor Taizu back to life and pass on the throne! What kind of extraordinary means is this? Is it some kind of magic?

Zhu Yuanzhang's chest heaved violently.

He had just been so enraged by Zhu Yunwen that he vomited blood, and now, a brand new, even more absurd rage surged straight to the top of his head!

He pointed at his fourth son, who was huddled in the corner, wishing he could bury himself in the ground, his fingers trembling.

"Zhu, Di!"

"You get over here!!"

Young Zhu Di was so frightened that his hair stood on end. Looking at his father's murderous eyes, he looked to his elder brother Zhu Biao for help.

Zhu Biao also wore a wry smile, unable to help.

Fourth brother, may you have good fortune.

Even a god couldn't save you from this.

"No... Father... I won't go..."

As Zhu Di retreated, he stammered in defense, "That...that's nonsense from later generations! I...how could I dare..."

"You don't dare?!"

Zhu Yuanzhang laughed in anger.

"You dare to turn our coffins upside down? What wouldn't you dare to do?!"

"Come here! Today we'll show you whether we can still move in the eleventh year of the Hongwu reign!"

Before he finished speaking, Zhu Yuanzhang actually stood up from the dragon throne, grabbed the leg of a bronze cauldron next to him, and charged towards Zhu Di!

A grand drama of "filial piety and parental love" that transcends time and space is being staged once again!

Above the sky, Zhu Dijun's voice continued, full of teasing.

"Family members, don't laugh, this is just the appetizer."

"My ancestor, in his attempt to glorify himself, did an even more egregious second foolish thing!"

"The negative impact of this event lasted for over six hundred years, making my Zhu family the main protagonist in countless unofficial historical accounts and folk tales!"

"That is—"

Judy's voice turned somber.

"Revise the 'Veritable Records of the Ming Dynasty'!"