Great Ming: Ten Thousand Swords Bow in Worship, I Am the Sword God Prince!

In the fifteenth year of Hongwu, Prince Zhou Zhu Su had lain low for five years. Now, he had reached the Land Immortal realm. In Yingtian Prefecture, ten thousand swords rang in unison, all pointing toward the Prince of Zhou's residence as if bowing to the emperor of swords. Zhu Yuanzhang was still wondering at the strange spectacle when a letter appeared on his desk in the Hall of Diligent Governance: Zhu Xiongying had died, and Empress Ma had fallen gravely ill.

The Embroidered Uniform Guard rushed day and night to bring the Crown Prince and his party back, but Zhu Xiongying still contracted smallpox. Dai Sigong fell to his knees and wept. "I have failed, Your Majesty. This is an incurable disease!" Zhu Biao wanted to care for him himself, while Zhu Di was so frantic that he drew his sword and tried to break into the Imperial Medical Bureau. But in the back courtyard of the Prince of Zhou's residence, Zhu Su led out three cows and smiled at Xu Miaoyun. "Prepare the cowpox. I'm going to the palace."

As Zhu Yuanzhang smashed a teacup in the Hall of Diligent Governance and the Embroidered Uniform Guard locked down the entire city, Zhu Su entered Kunning Palace in white, a sword at his side. His silver needle flashed as he inoculated Empress Ma with cowpox fluid, then used his inner strength to protect her heart. Seven days later, Empress Ma's fever broke and she awoke. When Zhu Yuanzhang rushed into her chambers, he saw Zhu Su wiping his mother's brow. "Mother, I told you that you would live."

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.