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

Zhu Dijun's statement, "reaching out to the emperor's most vulnerable spot," was like a bucket of ice water poured over all the boiling emotions.

An ominous premonition enveloped the hearts of the audience across the myriad realms.

The style of the comments in the "Modern Live Room" suddenly changed.

"Holy crap! Streamer, don't scare me! What are these bastards up to?!"

"I understand... They're going to target the prince! Historically, when emperors and civil officials fought, the probability of princes dying young was unusually high!"

"Damn it! These beasts! They can't beat the emperor, so they harm a child? Are they even human?!"

"Zhu Youji! I remember him, he's the son of Consort Wan! Historical records say he died at the age of one, could it be...?"

[“No! The anchor said earlier that it was Consort Bai’s second son, Crown Prince Zhu Youji!”]

Xuande Time and Space.

Zhu Zhanji felt a chill run through his body, and his teeth were chattering.

He thought of his grandson, Zhu Jianji, who had also died under mysterious circumstances!

The exact same script!

When the power of the emperor and the power of the ministers clashed most fiercely, the first to be sacrificed was always the most innocent and most noble child!

"No...no..." he murmured, his eyes filled with terror and pleading.

The Chenghua Era.

Zhu Jianshen abruptly closed his eyes, his muscles tensing instantly, veins bulging like dragons on his neck and the back of his hands.

coming.

It finally came.

That was a nightmare he could never escape for the rest of his life!

Wan Zhen'er felt his body trembling violently. She didn't say anything, but used all her strength to hug him tightly.

It was as if they wanted to use their own body heat to warm that heart that had long been frozen by hatred.

Above the sky, Zhu Dijun's voice was filled with suppressed anger.

"Family members, your guesses are a cold and cruel reality."

"Faced with Zhu Jianshen's increasingly aggressive reforms, the civil service group's counterattacks became increasingly frantic."

"The conflict between the two sides reached its peak in the eighth year of the Chenghua reign!"

That year, Zhu Jianshen issued an imperial edict that was enough to make all the civil officials hate him to the bone—

On the sky, the contents of the imperial edict appeared clearly.

[...From this day forward, the salaries of all civil and military officials, both inside and outside the capital, will be reduced by half...]

"Salary halved!"

"This was the last straw that broke the camel's back!"

"For those honest officials who rely on their salaries to support their families, this cuts off their livelihood!"

"For those corrupt officials who are already incredibly wealthy, this is the most blatant humiliation for their entire social class!"

"And so, in the same month that this imperial edict was issued..."

Zhu Dijun's voice trailed off.

The image shows a beautifully sculpted child taking his first steps.

He was dressed in a bright yellow prince's robe, and he smiled innocently.

It was none other than the Crown Prince, Zhu Youji.

"The 26th day of the first month of the eighth year of Chenghua."

"The three-year-old Crown Prince Zhu Youji died suddenly."

No reason.

There were no signs.

A child who was lively and energetic one day becomes a cold corpse the next.

In historical records, there are only two brief words.

"Passed away."

However, this scene was more shocking than any bloody scene in the eyes of everyone in the myriad realms!

"Family members, do you still remember Zhu Jianji, the crown prince who also died under mysterious circumstances during the Jingtai era?"

History has repeated itself once again, in the most cruel way.

"This is a silent warning!"

"Moreover, it was the most vicious demonstration against imperial power, originating from the entire civil service!"

"They are using the life of a three-year-old child to tell that high and mighty emperor—"

"You can seize our power, you can confiscate our property, but we can also make sure you have no descendants!"

boom--!

A boundless rage exploded across countless worlds and timelines!

The Hongwu Era.

"brute--!!!"

Zhu Yuanzhang kicked over the dragon table in front of him, and he seemed to have gone mad!

Memorials, writing brushes, ink, and jade artifacts were scattered all over the ground!

"We're going to kill these beasts! We're going to tear them to pieces!!"

His eyes were bloodshot, and the murderous aura he exuded from the mountains of corpses and seas of blood caused all the palace servants in the hall to collapse to the ground, defecating and urinating indiscriminately!

"Biao'er!"

"deliver an imperial order!"

"Drag all those pedantic scholars who keep nagging us about 'governing the world together with the scholar-officials' out of here!"

"Peel it! Get the real grass!"

"We'll show them what the Heavenly Emperor truly means in our Great Ming Dynasty!"

Yongle Time and Space.

Zhu Di's face was so gloomy it could drip water.

He didn't roar; he simply drew the sword from his waist slowly.

"Ji Gang"

"Go to the imperial prison and have me sort through all the remnants of the Jianwen Emperor from the previous dynasty, along with their protégés and former associates."

"I don't want to hear any more dissenting voices."

The icy voice sent a chill down Ji Gang's spine, making him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave!

He knew that a bloody purge far more terrifying than the "Gua Mang Chao" was about to begin in the capital!

Above the sky, Zhu Dijun's voice carried a hint of sorrow.

"The Crown Prince's sudden death has shocked the court and the public."

"Zhu Jianshen locked himself in the Qianqing Palace for three days and three nights."

No one knows what he was thinking during those three days.

All that is known is that three days later, when he reappeared before everyone, everyone felt that the emperor was dead.

"In its place stands a devil returned from hell!"

In the picture, Zhu Jianshen's face is frighteningly calm.

There was no anger, no sadness.

There was only a desolate, lifeless void.

"From that day on, he never set foot in the court of Fengtian Hall again."

"He completely gave up on communicating with that group of hypocrites in any form."

"Because he realized that reasoning with a group of inhuman beasts is useless."

"We must use even crueler, more ruthless, and unscrupulous methods to completely crush them into the mud!"

"Therefore, he handed over all power to the Directorate of Ceremonial."

"He elevated those loyal eunuchs who had followed him since childhood to an unprecedented level!"

"From this moment on, the Ming Dynasty entered a completely new era—"

"Civil officials govern the country, eunuchs govern the officials!"

Zhu Dijun's voice suddenly rose, carrying a sense of impending doom!