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

The night in the Forbidden City was permeated with an invisible stench of blood.

Outside the Qianqing Palace, the Embroidered Uniform Guards and the Eastern Depot's agents surged out like a black tide, carrying the cold decree of the new Emperor Zhu Dijun, and rushed towards the magnificent mansions in the capital.

Inside the palace, Judy Jun did not rush to leave.

He turned around, his deep gaze falling on Zhu Jianshen, who was kneeling on the ground, weeping bitterly.

"Profound insight."

His voice was calm and undisturbed, as if he had not been the one who had just ordered the purge of the court.

Zhu Jianshen suddenly looked up, his eyes blurred with tears, a mixture of grief, confusion, and deep-seated hatred. He was seventeen years old, no longer an innocent child, and he had heard every word his father uttered before his death.

"Uncle..." His voice was hoarse.

"Your elder brother has passed away, and you should have been the one to inherit the throne."

Zhu Dijun walked up to him, slowly squatted down, and looked him in the eye.

"But my elder brother passed it on to me, so don't hold a grudge."

Zhu Jianshen shook his head vigorously, tears streaming down his face:

"No! Uncle, I understand! Father is right, I am too young to control those evil spirits! If I ascend the throne, I will only become their puppet and suffer the same fate as Father!"

His words carried a clarity and resolve far beyond his years.

For the past seven years, he has stayed by his father's side, watching his uncle stir up huge waves in Jiangnan and reading one shocking event after another in the newspapers. He is no longer a hothouse flower.

The massacre of Yangzhou, the three questions that pierced his heart, the establishment of the Iron Hammer Party... He knew better than anyone that his uncle's path was the only way for the Ming Dynasty to survive.

"They thought that by killing my father, they could put me on the throne and repeat the events of the first year of the Jingtai reign!"

Zhu Jianshen gritted his teeth, his handsome face contorted with rage.

"They want to return the Ming Dynasty to the past, to the era when they could arbitrarily exploit the people and act like tyrants!"

"They deserve to die! They all deserve to die!"

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

well.

The emperor's son was neither blinded by hatred nor blinded by the prospect of the throne.

He saw through the true nature of things.

"It's best if you understand."

Zhu Dijun stood up, his voice regaining its imperial majesty.

"Furthermore, once you return, someone will surely come to visit you, either to denounce my 'cruelty,' or to lament that the late emperor died 'unjustly,' or to use the name of 'legitimacy' to force you to ascend the throne."

He paused, his tone chilling.

"Just like I was foolish back then, being used as a pawn."

Zhu Jianshen trembled and kowtowed heavily: "Uncle, rest assured! Jianshen will never have any connection with them! Anyone who dares to speak ill of you in front of Jianshen, Jianshen... will personally execute him!"

"There's no need for that."

Judy waved her hand. "You just need to remember that from today onwards, your diet and your safety, except for your mother, will all be entrusted to Wan Zhen'er."

"She is the future empress you personally chose. Although she is seventeen years older than you, your father and I both agreed to this marriage. Her loyalty is beyond question."

"Also, take good care of your eldest son, Zhu Youyuan."

"He is the future of the royal family, and also the future that we need to protect in this transformation."

Zhu Jianshen kowtowed again, a warm feeling welling up in his heart.

His uncle not only did not suspect him, but instead taught and protected him in the most direct way.

He was telling himself that they were a family.

Their enemy is the entire Old World!

"I understand... As you command!"

……

Meanwhile, the darkness of the capital was completely torn apart by torches and wails.

The Ministry of War's Office.

Chen Ruyan, who had just been plotting with several confidants about how to eliminate the "remnants of the retired emperor" after the new emperor Zhu Jianshen ascended the throne, was startled by a loud noise and jumped up from his armchair.

boom!

The mansion gate was smashed open by the Imperial Guards using battering rams!

Countless imperial guards, dressed in flying fish robes and wielding embroidered spring knives, stormed into the mansion like hungry wolves.

"By His Majesty's decree! Minister of War Chen Ruyan has plotted to assassinate the late Emperor, a crime deserving of death! His entire clan, including his three generations of relatives, shall be imprisoned!"

The head of the Embroidered Uniform Guards had a voice as cold as ice.

Chen Ruyan's face turned deathly pale, and his whole body trembled like a leaf.

His Majesty?

Which emperor?

Zhu Qizhen just died, and Zhu Jianshen hasn't even ascended the throne yet, so where did this imperial edict come from?

Could it be...?

A name that made his very soul tremble came to mind.

Judy Jun!

He ascended the throne!

"No! Impossible!" Chen Ruyan screamed, "What right does he have! A country cannot be without a ruler for a day, and the crown prince should be the one to succeed! He is the retired emperor, a vassal king! This is treason!"

"Treason?"

The commander sneered and pulled out a roll of yellow silk from his robes.

"The late Emperor's edict is here! The throne is passed to the Retired Emperor! Chen Ruyan, you traitor who murdered your ruler, what else do you have to say!"

Last Will and Testament!

These two words, like two heavy hammers, completely shattered all of Chen Ruyan's hopes.

It’s over.

It's all over.

Their supposedly flawless plot to kill the king ultimately only paved the way for that devil to ascend the throne!

"Take it down!"

The Embroidered Spring Blade was drawn, its cold light flashing.

Inside the mansion, screams, cries, and pleas for mercy filled the air.

The same scene was playing out simultaneously in dozens of mansions in the capital.

Ministry of Personnel, Ministry of Revenue, Ministry of Rites...

The Cabinet, the Six Ministries, the Censorate...

Anyone who left their name in Zhu Qizhen's "Death Diary," regardless of their official rank or social status, met their end.

The Embroidered Uniform Guard was responsible for arresting people, while the Eastern Depot was responsible for confiscating property.

Boxes of gold and silver, cartloads of antiques and paintings, and hidden land deeds were continuously confiscated from the homes of these supposedly incorruptible high-ranking officials.

On this night, Zhu Dijun tore open a huge hole in the entire officialdom of the capital in the most bloody and direct way.

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The screen was already buzzing with excitement!

"Kill! Kill! Kill! That's what an emperor should do! That's what revenge should be! So satisfying! It's fucking awesome!"

"See that? That's Brother Jun's style! No beating around the bush, he gets the list and goes straight for it! He plowed up the entire Beijing officialdom in one night!"

"Those idiots, Chen Ruyan and his gang, still think about supporting Zhu Jianshen? They simply don't understand that after seven years of reform and influence from Brother Jun, Zhu Jianshen is no longer under their control!"

"When uncle and nephew are of one mind, their strength can break metal! With this uncle and nephew joining forces, the good days for these parasites of the Ming Dynasty are over!"

"I declare that the bloodiest yet most glorious era of the Ming Dynasty has arrived! Brother Jun, please begin your performance!"

Outside the gates of the Qianqing Palace, a cold wind howled.

Zhu Dijun stood with his hands behind his back, gazing at the night sky of the capital city, which was illuminated by the flickering firelight.

He could hear the wails of the old world carried on the wind.

There was not a trace of pity on his face.

"Brother Emperor."

He muttered to himself.

"Your revenge, I shall begin."

"It's time for the political climate in this capital to change."