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

Zhu Dijun's net was completely exposed.

The seven-core doctor, numerous events in later generations forged his extreme personality, arrogant poetry, and the past of the weapons company.

All of this perfectly pieces together the image of a future giant with a demonic intelligence and ruthless methods.

When emperors of different dynasties looked at Zhu Dijun again, they no longer saw him merely as a "storyteller" of royal bloodlines who could predict the future.

They saw a walking national treasure trove!

I have seen a peerless blade that can cut through the shackles of the civil service group that have lasted for thousands of years!

The Ming Dynasty, during the Chenghua era.

Inside the Qianqing Palace.

Emperor Zhu Jianshen, who was in his twenties, originally had a stutter, but at this moment, due to extreme excitement, he spoke fluently.

"Wang Zhi!"

Zhu Jianshen suddenly stood up, his eyes gleaming with an unprecedented light.

He looked at Judy Jun's miraculous resume on the screen and his breathing quickened.

"Such a talented individual, possessing the qualities of a sixth-rank official—no, a seventh-rank official—and skilled in mechanical weapons and decisive in combat, if he could be employed by me, why would I fear those old civil officials who spout empty words of benevolence and righteousness!"

Zhu Jianshen strode down the imperial steps and grabbed Wang Zhi, who had just established the Western Depot, by the shoulder.

"Wang Zhi! You immediately lead a team and mobilize the most elite imperial guards from the Western Depot!"

"Go to Zhangde Prefecture! Go to the fiefdom of the Zhao King's lineage!"

"Investigate each and every family! Protect every descendant of the King of Zhao, even newborn infants!"

A ruthless glint flashed in Zhu Jianshen's eyes.

"If any family produces extraordinary phenomena or displays exceptionally high prodigy talent, immediately and secretly bring them to the capital! I will personally nurture them!"

"Regardless of whether they are direct descendants of Zhu Dijun, this bloodline capable of producing seven Jinshi (successful candidates in the highest imperial examinations) is absolutely a get-out-of-jail-free card for our Great Ming!"

"Go now! If those civil officials find out and secretly sabotage you, I will exterminate your entire family!"

Wang Zhi was startled and immediately knelt down and kowtowed.

"This servant obeys the imperial decree! This servant will risk my life to bring the descendants of the King of Zhao safely back to the capital!"

at the same time.

The Ming Dynasty, during the Zhengde era.

The fifteen-year-old Emperor Zhu Houzhao, who had just ordered the burning of the Empress Dowager's palace, was staring dumbfounded at the sky.

"Is someone who can't do calculus at fourteen considered stupid? And someone who passed the imperial examinations seven times?"

Zhu Houzhao gasped.

He boasted of his exceptional intelligence, claiming he could master military strategy and archery in no time, and that he outmaneuvered the Hanlin scholars in the palace.

Compared to this "descendant of the third great-uncle" in later generations, his own little bit of cleverness was like a firefly compared to the bright moon.

"It can create mechanical wolves with human heads..."

Zhu Houzhao's eyes grew brighter and brighter, the wild genes of a mischievous devil in his eyes were fully activated.

He pushed aside the document on the table regarding the dispatch of the flammable oil.

"Liu Jin!"

"Yes, sir!"

Liu Jin scrambled over as fast as she could.

"Go ahead and set those two fires in the harem according to plan. Burn them clean!"

Zhu Houzhao waved his hand and then stared intently at the north.

"Send men from the Eastern Depot out of the capital tonight!"

"Where to?"

Liu Jin was stunned.

"Go to Zhangde Prefecture! Find the lineage of Prince Zhao!"

Zhu Houzhao laughed heartily, his voice echoing throughout the Leopard Chamber.

"I'm going to rebel! I'm going to rebel against those civil officials!"

"I have guns, and I have expert factories. But what I lack is a genius by my side who can refute those civil officials until they are speechless, and who can help me create unparalleled firearms!"

"Since the genes of this third great-uncle's descendants are so outstanding, there must be exceptional talents among the current lineage of the King of Zhao!"

"Go and convey my decree: the rule that no prince can enter the capital without an imperial edict is utterly meaningless to me!"

"Bring all the smartest, most arrogant, and most ruthless members of the Zhao royal family to the Leopard Chamber! I want to become sworn brothers with them and together we'll overthrow those hypocrites!"

A frantic search for missing persons is unfolding simultaneously across countless worlds and timelines.

The Tang Dynasty, during the Zhenguan era.

Li Shimin sat on the Taiji Hall, looking at the sky, his eyes filled with regret and envy.

"Such a peerless genius, why was he born in the Ming Dynasty? Why wasn't he a citizen of our Great Tang Dynasty!"

Li Shimin sighed deeply.

"Those two poems are too murderous, but it is precisely because of this kind of madman who values ​​killing that he is not bound by worldly etiquette."

He turned to look at Changsun Wuji and Fang Xuanling below.

"Issue the order: search the entire country for extraordinary children, regardless of their humble origins or whether they are descendants of disgraced officials. Send all those who are unruly and exceptionally gifted to Chang'an!"

The Han Dynasty, during the reign of Emperor Wu.

Emperor Wu of Han, Liu Che, even drew his imperial sword.

"Fourteen years old? A prodigy in seven subjects?"

"Huo Qubing sealed the wolf's lair at the age of eighteen. If Zhu Dijun were born in the Han Dynasty, I would definitely appoint him as Grand General and Prime Minister!"

"This determination to kill the barbarians and protect the Han perfectly aligns with my own!"

"Find one for me! Can't my great Han Dynasty produce a Zhu Dijun?!"

Yongle Time and Space.

The court assembly in Fengtian Hall had just ended, but the civil and military officials were still unable to calm down.

Prince Zhao, Zhu Gaosui, was the third son of the Zhu family, who was always sleazy, cowardly, and only dared to plot behind the scenes.

Today, I've finally stood up!

Not only did he beat up the censor in the imperial court, but he also used the extraordinary resume of his descendant Zhu Dijun to berate the entire court and even received the personal endorsement of Emperor Yongle, Zhu Di.

As soon as the court session ended, Zhu Gaosui walked on the white jade steps with a stride that seemed to disregard even his closest relatives.

His chin was practically pointing to the sky.

Prince Zhu Gaochi of Han followed behind with a dark face, his teeth grinding as he watched his third son's smug back.

"That third brother, that bastard, really got lucky."

"How did his bloodline mutate like that? He's a seven-time Jinshi (successful candidate in the highest imperial examinations), and he even knows how to build mecha weapons... How come our Han King lineage hasn't produced such a prodigy?"

Crown Prince Zhu Gaochi walked slowly, his expression quite complex.

On the one hand, as the crown prince of the Ming Dynasty, he was extremely disgusted by Zhu Dijun's remarks about "burning the Empress Dowager."

On the other hand, he was deeply shocked by the publicly available file of the "Seven-Core Doctor".

"The third one."

Zhu Gaochi called out to Zhu Gaosui, who was looking smug in front of him.

"Your descendants' talent is indeed unparalleled throughout history. But aren't their temperaments a bit too extreme?"

"Those two poems are too violent. Using a dead man's head to attach to some mechanical wolf is an act like that of a demon. If you have children in the future, you must discipline them more carefully and not let them learn from him."

Upon hearing this, Zhu Gaosui stopped and turned around, glancing sideways at Zhu Gaochi.

"Boss, I don't like hearing that."

Zhu Gaosui snorted coldly.

"What does it mean to be too violent? What does it mean to be a member of the demonic path?"

"He killed foreigners who insulted the bloodline of my Han people! To deal with those descendants of Tungusic boars, we must use even more cruel methods!"

Zhu Gaosui pointed in the direction of the sky. Although the sky had already darkened, the fervor in his eyes did not diminish in the slightest.

"Eldest son, you've been well-versed in Confucian classics since childhood, you're soft-hearted and can't bear the sight of blood. But don't forget how our father, the Emperor, conquered this empire!"

"My descendant, Zhu Dijun, once said it well: 'Since the raging storm descended upon this chaotic world, no one dared to cry out anymore!'"

"If all future emperors of the Ming Dynasty were like you, only knowing benevolence and morality, they would be devoured alive by those civil officials!"

"From now on, my lineage, that of the Prince of Zhao, will be the sword of the Zhu family! Anyone who dares to harm the emperor, we'll use their dead heads as weapons!"

If these extremely arrogant words had been spoken in the past, Zhu Gaochi would have reprimanded him long ago.

But today, Zhu Gaochi opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything.

Because history has shown that blindly yielding and adhering to etiquette will only lead to the tragedy of future generations being poisoned by civil officials and relatives of the emperor.

Just when Zhu Gaosui was riding high on his success.

Inside the Qianqing Palace.

Emperor Yongle, Zhu Di, had changed into civilian clothes and was sitting at his desk, looking at the secret report sent by the eunuchs of the Eastern Depot.

These secret reports were all private rants and criticisms of Tianmu and Zhu Dijun by the civil officials immediately after the court session.

"Hmph, a bunch of stubborn old fogies."

Zhu Di threw the secret report into the brazier and watched as the flames swallowed the words.

He raised his head and looked at Yao Guangxiao, the prime minister in black standing to the side.

"Young Master, what do you think of the third son's descendant?"

Yao Guangxiao clasped his hands together and slightly opened his triangular eyes, which seemed to have seen through the ways of the world.

"Amitabha."

"Your Majesty, this child is a person destined for calamity."

"He not only possesses extraordinary talent, but also a madman's spirit to break all old rules and disregard fame before or after his death."

"If the Ming Dynasty had someone like him, the shackles of civil officials would not be able to restrain the imperial power."

Zhu Di nodded in satisfaction.

"That's what I think too."

"Issue my decree."

A glint of light flashed in Zhu Di's eyes.

"Double up the provisions for the third prince's residence, Zhao Wangfu!"

"If he has a son in the future, bring him into the palace immediately. I will personally oversee his upbringing! I will absolutely not allow those pedantic scholars to get even a step closer to him!"

"I want to see just how many surprises the genes of the Prince of Zhao's lineage can bring to the Ming Dynasty!"

The gears of fate across countless worlds and timelines began to shift wildly due to the exposure of Zhu Dijun's modern resume.

On the modern internet, discussions about Zhu Dijun have completely shifted from "moral judgment" to "worshiping the academic genius" and "dig deep into historical details."

The forces that originally wanted to completely suppress Judy Jun disappeared silently under the covert intervention of the national security department.

Because the higher-ups knew that although this madman had left the 58th Ordnance Company, the knowledge in his mind was still a national treasure.

It's much safer to let him review history than to let him get triggered and start making nuclear bombs by hand someday.

After the storm passed, a brief period of calm followed.