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

Unlike the settled state of the Hongwu era.

In the Yongle era, the atmosphere inside the Qianqing Palace became unusually eerie.

The instant the sky disappeared, everyone's gaze, like iron filings drawn to a magnet, instantly focused on one person.

King Zhao, Zhu Gaosui.

Zhu Gaoxu looked at his third brother with surprise and disbelief in his eyes.

Crown Prince Zhu Gaochi looked at his third brother, his fat face displaying a complex expression, a mixture of shock and...inquiry.

The Crown Prince Zhu Zhanji stared wide-eyed, curiously looking his third uncle up and down, as if trying to find something interesting on his face.

Even Yao Guangxiao, who was standing to the side, had a slight ripple in his usually calm eyes, and a faint smile appeared on his lips.

Zhu Gaosui, who was the focus of everyone's attention, felt his scalp tingle and all the blood rush to his brain.

He was completely stunned.

Happiness came so suddenly!

That...that decisive and ruthless ruler who initiated the Industrial Revolution, schemed for a century, left behind the seeds of revival for Chinese civilization, and ultimately brought together three bloodlines to settle scores with the world—the "Ming Zhongzu" Zhu Dijun...

Is...is it my descendant?

When did the genes in my Zhu family become so amazing?

No, that's not right!

It's my Zhu Gaosui's genes! When did they become so awesome?!

In Zhu Gaosui's heart, it felt as if countless fireworks were exploding at the same time, making him dizzy and almost floating.

He subconsciously puffed out his chest, his usual sleazy demeanor vanished, replaced by an indescribable sense of pride and arrogance.

He wished he could stand there with his hands on his hips, shouting to his older brothers—no, to the whole world:

Do you see this? These are my son's descendants, my future generations!

However, before he could even feel smug, a gaze as cold as a blade pierced him sharply from his reverie.

Zhu Di.

The Yongle Emperor sat on the dragon throne, silently watching him.

That look in his eyes was no longer the look he gave to a good-for-nothing son.

That gaze was filled with scrutiny, suspicion, and... a kind of probing that sent chills down Zhu Gaosui's spine.

It felt like looking at a familiar stranger.

"Third brother."

Zhu Di finally spoke, his voice low and unreadable.

"Ah? Father...Father Emperor..." Zhu Gaosui was startled and quickly bowed, his heart pounding wildly.

Zhu Di leaned forward slightly and asked, enunciating each word clearly:

"That Judy Jun..."

"Are they really your descendants?"

This question struck Zhu Gaosui like a heavy hammer.

Yes!

The sky only says that Zhu Dijun, a descendant of Zhu Gaosui, was a descendant of Zhu Gaosui.

What if... what if he isn't?

A fine layer of cold sweat instantly appeared on Zhu Gaosui's forehead.

How should he answer?

He says so? What proof does he have?

If you say no, then all that immense wealth and the chance for him to hold his head high in front of his father and two brothers will have slipped away for nothing.

For a time, Zhu Gaosui was caught in a dilemma.

In that instant of hesitation, Zhu Gaochi, the Prince of Han, couldn't help but chuckle and speak in a deep, muffled voice:

"Father, please stop asking. With the Third Prince like this, do you really think he could father such an offspring? That Zhu Dijun is decisive and ruthless, full of wisdom and resourcefulness. And look at the Third Prince, what does he do besides cockfighting and dog walking? Are these two cut from the same cloth?"

These words, though rough, expressed the sentiments of most people present.

It really doesn't look like it!

Zhu Gaosui's usual image was completely different from that of "Emperor Zhongzu of Ming"—one was in heaven, the other on earth.

Zhu Gaoxu's taunt shattered Zhu Gaosui's newly risen sense of pride, and a surge of anger rushed to his head.

He panicked!

He stiffened his neck, disregarding any notion of impoliteness before the emperor, and began shouting at Zhu Gaochi:

"What's wrong with me? Why can't I have children? You're just jealous! Utterly jealous! And this is the second time already. You said once before that you doubted they weren't my descendants. This is just jealousy!"

"Let me tell you, Zhu Gaochi, the dragon has nine sons, each different! This is... this is a genetic mutation! Yes, in the words of future generations, a genetic mutation, the student surpassing the master! You know nothing!"

"Besides, Tian Mu himself said he's a descendant of Emperor Jingtai's eldest nephew! Zhu Dijun is impersonating Zhu Qiyu, so rounding up, he's practically my descendant! Is there anything wrong with this logic? No, there isn't!"

Zhu Gaosui became so anxious that his face turned red, and he spat out words. His sophistry left the burly Zhu Gaoxu speechless for a moment.

"You...you've even learned to round up now? Your nephew's descendants are your nephew's descendants, not yours. Aren't you just stealing someone else's child?"

Zhu Gaoxu glared angrily.

Watching his two sons arguing like fighting cocks in front of the palace, Zhu Di frowned even more deeply.

He waved his hand, stopping the two from arguing.

His gaze returned to Zhu Gaosui, and he slowly said:

"Whether he is your descendant or not."

"What he did did have its merits."

"Especially those 'Civilization Backup' and 'The Sea of ​​Stars', which coincide with my own thoughts."

There was a hint of appreciation in Zhu Di's tone.

Although he doubted Zhu Gaosui's genes, he highly approved of Zhu Dijun's actions in the simulation.

That ambition to expand territory and spread his power across the world is practically a carbon copy of Zhu Di!

Hearing his father's affirmation, Zhu Gaosui instantly became smug again. He secretly glanced at Zhu Gaoxu, his eyes seeming to say: Did you hear that? My father said my descendants are awesome!

But deep down, he was still screaming wildly:

"For my peanut! For my peanut! My descendants, Judy Jun, you absolutely must be my offspring! Otherwise, where will I put my face?!"

……

[Modern Live Streaming Room]

"call--"

Zhu Dijun let out a long breath and stood up from his gaming chair.

The intense simulation, which lasted for several hours, almost completely drained his mind.

At this moment, he felt as if his brain was a jumbled mess, with countless memories belonging to "Emperor Mingzhong" and his own reality constantly intertwining and colliding.

He walked to the window, pushed it open, and looked out at the bustling modern city, its neon lights flashing, brimming with the warmth of everyday life.

This is his world.

He picked up his phone and glanced at the backend data.

The number of viewers in the live stream has exceeded an alarming figure.

The number of private messages and donation records in the backend is so large that it's impossible to keep track of them all.

At this moment, although there was no video in the bullet screen area, it was still incredibly active, with countless viewers spontaneously discussing and even starting a nationwide debate about "If you were Brother Jun, what would you do?"

He smiled and casually turned on the recording function.

"Dear family members, I know you are all very emotional right now and have a lot to say."

"Thank you all for your company and support. This simulation was also a spiritual baptism for me."

"Let me get some sleep and clear my head."

He paused, a mysterious smile playing on his lips.

"As for what everyone said, wanting to see the Great Ming War God..."

"Wait for my Easter egg."

"Perhaps, I'll give you a surprise."

After saying that, he ended the recording and posted the short video on his account's feed.

The moment the video was released, likes and comments instantly surpassed 100,000, then a million...

The entire internet is buzzing again because of his return and the suspense he left behind!

Countless netizens flooded his comment section.

"Ahhh, Jun-ge has finally appeared! Get some rest! We're waiting for you!"

"Jun-ge, sleep soundly! When you wake up, we'll battle it out for another three hundred rounds!"

[“Bonus! Surprise! God of War! I get it! I completely get it! Jun-ge is definitely going to simulate Zhu Qizhen in the next match! From a different angle, to stage a different kind of comeback!”]

"Our anticipation is off the charts! Jun-ge, my Superman! We're waiting for you to come back!"

Zhu Dijun felt a warmth in his heart as he looked at the passionate comments.