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

Zhu Dijun's shocking "Fire Virtue Star Lord" remarks during the live broadcast crashed into the heavens of every parallel universe.

This is no longer about teaching emperors how to seize power.

This is tearing apart the fig leaf of "filial piety" that Confucianism has carefully woven for two thousand years, and then throwing it on the ground to trample on it wildly!

The entire course of history boiled over at this moment.

The era of Zhenguan in the Tang Dynasty.

The Taiji Hall, which had been filled with regret for Li Chengqian, was now in complete chaos.

The officials from the Cui clan of Qinghe and the Lu clan of Fanyang were so angry that they were blowing their beards and glaring, their ceremonial tablets trembling like leaves in the autumn wind.

Wei Zheng, his beard and hair bristling with anger, pointed at the sky and began to curse.

"Absurd! Utterly insane!"

"How dare such disloyal and unfilial scoundrels incite the king to murder his nominal mother and grandmother in broad daylight!"

"This is outrageous! This is tantamount to leading the world into an abyss of bestiality from which there is no redemption!"

Not just the Tang Dynasty.

The era of Emperor Renzong of the Song Dynasty.

Those civil officials who usually touted themselves as "ruling the world together with the scholar-officials" were even more devastated.

Ouyang Xiu, Han Qi, and others looked ashen-faced.

They witnessed Zhu Houzhao's counterattack from the sky, and even more so, Zhu Dijun's undisguised contempt for the civil service.

"These are utterly disrespectful and treacherous words! If such a heretic were in the Song Dynasty, this old minister would surely impeach him and have him executed by slow slicing!"

It seemed that powerful families, officials, and scholars of all dynasties had found a way to vent their fears.

Through words or by standing in their respective courts, they began a frenzied verbal attack that transcended time and space.

With the help of the power of friendship provided by the Sky Curtain, it spread throughout the dynasties. The Sky Curtain also wanted to be a source of entertainment, believing that sharing happiness is worse than enjoying it alone.

[“His descendants, such as Judy Jun, are traitors and rebels! Disloyal and unfilial, they deserve to be condemned by both heaven and man!”]

"The doctrine that incites monarchs to slaughter their elders should be banned and destroyed!"

"With such descendants, the Ming Dynasty is doomed! Why doesn't Heaven send down lightning to punish this madman who spreads heresy!"

The screen was filled with vulgar language, all using morality and etiquette as a pretext.

They completely ignored the fact that the empress dowagers and empresses of the Ming Dynasty interfered in politics and poisoned many emperors, clinging only to the words "murder of relatives" in an attempt to completely nail Zhu Dijun to the pillar of historical shame.

However, they underestimated the influence of the Sky Curtain on ordinary people.

They underestimated the eyes of the common people, who had long seen through the essence of feudal exploitation.

Amidst the overwhelming accusations, a wave of counterattack erupted like a volcanic eruption!

That was the roar of anger from countless illiterate people who were truly oppressed by these civil officials and landlords.

"What utter nonsense! When the officials were corrupt and lawless, and our whole village starved to death, why didn't you speak of justice then!"

[“The descendant Zhu Dijun is right! Those two witches were trying to poison the emperor. If the emperor didn't burn them alive, would he just wait to be killed by them?”]

"You bunch of pedantic scholars, all you talk about is morality and righteousness, but your hearts are full of wicked and immoral thoughts. Even if Judy Jun acts like a madman, he dares to speak his mind! He teaches you how to deal with a bunch of wolves who eat people without spitting out the bones!"

"Well done! Well done burning! If we could burn all of you corrupt officials who spout such high-sounding platitudes, that would truly be a blessing from heaven!"

The comments from ordinary people, though crude in language, possess an extremely vigorous vitality.

They don't understand Cheng-Zhu Neo-Confucianism.

All they know is that they will support whoever touches the interests of these corrupt officials or exposes the secrets of these powerful families!

Two massive forces of public opinion collided violently in the sky.

Neither side would back down; they would fight to the bitter end.

In this storm of public opinion that spans all times and spaces, the most severely impacted were none other than the imperial harem of the Ming Dynasty.

Hongwu, Yongle, Renzong, Xuanzong, Zhengtong, Chenghua, Hongzhi...

The forbidden palaces of the Ming Dynasty across different time periods are currently shrouded in an extremely eerie and oppressive atmosphere.

Apart from Empress Ma of the Hongwu reign and Xu Miaoyun of the Yongle reign, Empress Qian of the Zhengtong reign was able to sit securely on the throne.

Empresses and empress dowagers who had interfered in or were plotting to interfere in politics, or even secretly colluded with the civil official group, were all terrified.

The Chenghua Era.

Consort Wan was all smiles, for she had not forgotten how her son, who was not even a year old, had been murdered.

Looking at the suggestion from her future descendant Zhu Dijun on the sky, she was filled with praise. These old hags should have died long ago!

The fact that both the late Emperor Zhu Qizhen and her husband Zhu Jianshen died so young was largely due to the machinations of these old witches. Without their cooperation, such things would never have happened.

Her son with Zhu Jianshen should have been the future crown prince and emperor, but he is gone.

Hongzhi Era.

Empress Zhang, who was carrying a bowl of soup to Qianqing Palace, suddenly trembled.

The precious blue and white porcelain bowl fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.

She stared intently at the sky, at her future 'son' Zhu Houzhao, who would drown at the age of thirty-one, and at the words "There are two evils in the harem" displayed on the sky.

A chill ran from the soles of her feet straight up to the top of her head, freezing her instantly.

She knew that Zhu Youcheng in this timeline was not dead yet.

She could even hear the hurried footsteps of the Imperial Guards coming from the direction of the Qianqing Palace.

The sky had laid bare all her future malice and scheming in the sunlight.

"It's over..."

Empress Zhang collapsed to the ground, her magnificent phoenix crown askew, and her pearls and jade scattered all over the floor.

Her dream of becoming a concubine and her dream of becoming a maternal relative were burned to ashes in this trial that transcends time and space.

The retaliation of the imperial power was far more direct and bloody than the memorials submitted by civil officials.

The Hongwu Era.

The atmosphere inside the Fengtian Hall became extremely tense due to the fierce public debate displayed on the sky screen.

The civil officials of the Ming Dynasty could no longer contain themselves.

They looked at Zhu Dijun on the sky, who was instigating Emperor Zhu Houzhao to burn Empress Zhang and Empress Dowager Wang to death, and then looked at the miserable state of their colleagues beside them who had been skinned alive by Zhu Yuanzhang.

A profound sense of panic, a feeling of shared loss and sympathy, spread among the civil service.

If future emperors all follow Zhu Houzhao's unorthodox methods, what will their civil service group do?

This kind of thinking must be completely nipped in the bud right here!

A stubborn censor managed to squeeze out of the ranks of civil officials.

He scrambled to the center of the hall, kowtowed heavily, and blood instantly seeped from his forehead.

"His Majesty!"

The censor's voice was filled with grief and indignation, carrying a resolute determination to die a martyr.

"Above the heavens, the words of Zhu Dijun, a descendant of later generations, are the very voice of a nation's demise, shaking the very foundations of the Ming Dynasty!"

"Disloyal, unfilial, unkind, and unjust!"

He suddenly turned his head and pointed his spear directly at Zhu Di, the Prince of Yan, who was standing at the forefront of the military generals and nobles.

"Your Highness, Prince Yan! This is your descendant!"

"A poor upbringing and a corrupt family have produced such a madman who disregards all moral principles and dares to order the emperor to kill his own elders!"

"Your Majesty, I humbly request that you severely punish the Prince of Yan, so as to uphold the dignity of our Great Ming Imperial Family and reassure the hearts of scholars throughout the land!"

As soon as the censor finished speaking, the hall became so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

All eyes turned to Zhu Di, the Prince of Yan.

Zhu Di originally had a cold face.

To be honest, when he heard Zhu Dijun instructing Zhu Houzhao to set fire to the Empress Dowager, his heart skipped a beat.

This method is indeed too vicious and dark, completely abandoning royal dignity.

He even wondered to himself how his descendants could be even more like madmen than he was.

But now, he was publicly berated by this lowly censor for "failing to properly educate his son," and the entire lineage of the Prince of Yan was also implicated.

The suppressed fire in Zhu Di's heart suddenly exploded.

Do you really think he's been staring at the sky for so long for nothing?

Little did he know that after he ascended to the throne and became emperor, his descendants would be tormented by the civil service and die young one after another!

"Bullshit!"

Zhu Di no longer cared about the demeanor of a prince.

He strode forward and kicked the kneeling censor, sending him sprawling three times.

This powerful kick broke two of the censor's ribs.

"Who do you think you are, to presume to criticize my family's traditions!"

Zhu Di's eyes widened, like an enraged lion, staring intently at the group of silent civil officials.

"Disloyal and unfilial? Unkind and unjust?"

"Why did my descendant, Judy Jun, resort to such a desperate measure? Wasn't it because you shameless scoundrels forced him to it!"

Zhu Di's finger traced through the air, pointing to the cold historical data on the sky.

"If all future empresses and empress dowagers were like my mother, or my princess consort Miaoyun, so virtuous and obedient to the world."

"That Judy Jun is just asking for trouble, wanting to teach the emperor how to set fires!"

"Are you blind, you dog? Didn't you see that it was Empress Dowager Zhang who first colluded with the outer court to plot against my descendant Zhu Houzhao, and that there was a whole series of heartless scoundrels before her!"

Zhu Di turned to face Zhu Yuanzhang, who was sitting high on the dragon throne, and cupped his hands in a fist salute.

"Father!"

"To paraphrase a line from my descendant Judy Jun on the celestial screen: 'What are you talking about with me if you're not discussing facts!'"

"My descendant, Emperor Yingzong Zhu Qizhen, during the Tumu Crisis, do you civil officials dare to say you were clean?"

"You dare say you were unaware of the truth when your descendant, Emperor Chenghua (Zhu Jianshen), ascended the throne in trepidation and was ultimately poisoned in his imperial bed?"

"Emperor Hongzhi, Zhu Youcheng, had his father's 'Open Market Law' changed to the 'Discount Law' by you civil officials, emptying the national treasury, and finally met his end with a cup of poison!"

"Which of these misdeeds weren't the work of you self-proclaimed loyal and filial civil officials!"

Zhu Di suddenly turned around, drew his sword from his waist, and placed it directly against the neck of the censor who was still groaning on the ground.

The cold blade sliced ​​through the flesh, and blood flowed down the neck.

"You yourselves are engaged in thievery, prostitution, regicide, and national chaos."

"Now that my descendants have resorted to slightly ruthless methods to save the Zhu family's lives, you all jump out pretending to be disciples of a saint!"

"Do you really think that the blade in my hand can't shatter the bones of you hypocrites?!"

Zhu Di's roar echoed for a long time inside the Fengtian Hall.

Those civil officials who had originally wanted to follow suit now all shrank their necks into their collars, their backs soaked with cold sweat.

The Prince of Yan was truly determined to kill him.

That was a murderous aura forged through trials by fire and blood.

Zhu Yuanzhang, sitting high on the dragon throne, looked at Zhu Di, who exuded a murderous aura.

Instead of reprimanding him, he curled up a cold smile at the corner of his mouth.

"Fourth brother, put the sword away."

Zhu Yuanzhang's voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable air of authority.

"The floor tiles of Fengtian Hall are dirty."

He slowly stood up, his piercing gaze sweeping over the assembled officials.

"What the Prince of Yan said, though rough, is not without merit."

"You always try to use the rules we set to suppress the descendants of the Zhu family."

"But let's put our words right here today."

"If you officials dare to do the first thing, then the descendants of the Zhu family will dare to do the fifteenth!"

"If anyone dares to use the matter of the sky curtain to criticize the Prince of Yan or his descendants Zhu Dijun here, then..."

"Not only will we exterminate his entire clan, but we will also follow Tianmu's example and personally set fire to his ancestral hall!"

The Hongwu Emperor's favoritism and the Prince of Yan's domineering attitude completely quelled the backlash in the Ming court.

The Ming imperial family is no longer being reasonable.

Because they know that arguing with a group of hypocrites who are always ready to kill them is just asking for trouble.