Ming Dynasty: Don't Deceive Young People to Be Poor, My Aunt Is the Moon

"Please, Your Majesty, kill this thief... This eunuch is harming the country," Zhang Siwei, the first assistant, said through gritted teeth. "Your Majesty, please make the decision for the people. The little thief burned down my college. Have mercy on my little grandson." The 48th generation of Duke Yansheng knelt on the ground crying bitterly. "Your Majesty, if you don't kill this thief, I will crash to death in this hall." "Your Majesty, the Emperor of Heaven, more than one out of ten of our small countries have been harmed by this thief. When children hear the name of this thief, they dare not cry." The envoy from Bangzi Kingdom cried with snot and tears. "The little thief and I are at odds with each other. I wish I could eat his flesh alive, drink his blood, twitch his tendons, crush his bones and raise ashes." Nurhachi looked up to the sky and roared. This is a history of the struggle of the Chinese people. The introduction is weak, please read the text. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.