I sat on the dragon chair with a splitting headache, and in my ears I heard the roar of the mountains and the tsunami, "Long live my emperor." Memories come flooding back: I am Zhu Yuanzhang, and today is the enthronement ceremony in the first year of Hongwu in the Ming Dynasty.
Looking at Li Shanchang, Liu Bowen and Xu Da kneeling down at the steps, I suddenly remembered the bad custom of burials recorded in history books. "It is my decree," my voice resounded throughout the Fengtian Palace, "From today on, anyone who is buried as a sacrifice will be punished with murder!"
>The officials looked up in shock, and Liu Bowen's beard was trembling.
>Only I know that abolishing human sacrifice is only the beginning.
"Long live my emperor! Long live! Long live!"
"Long live my emperor! Long live! Long live!"
The sound was like a giant hammer, pounding down on the skull that was on the verge of being broken. I took a sharp breath, and the cold air poured into my lungs, carrying a strange and strong aroma - sandalwood? Ambergris? And there's something... New paint and stone? Not only did this breath not relieve the pain,
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