In the fifteenth year of Hongwu, Zhu Xiongying, the eldest grandson of the Ming Emperor, "died" of a mysterious smallpox.
Undercurrents surged throughout the court, the poisonous woman Lu secretly rejoiced, and Zhu Yunwen began to dream of a stable crown prince.
Who would have thought that on the day the coffin was buried, eight-year-old Zhu Xiongying crawled out of the pile of dead people! Since the royal family has no family ties, it's not his fault for this bullshit grandson!
Ten years later, an army of 100,000 soldiers equipped with flintlock guns and red cannons came to Yingtian Mansion.
The leader of the rebel army, Zhu Xiongying, sat astride his horse and drew his sword from its sheath: "Zhu Yuanzhang, today I will bring a hundred thousand soldiers to rebel against you!"
The civil and military officials of the entire dynasty thought that the Ming Dynasty was about to perish, but when they saw Emperor Hongwu bursting into tears on the city wall, he kicked the guard away and cut off the city gate bolts with his own hands!
Lao Zhu held the imperial seal and ran to Zhu Xiongying's horse, crying like a child:
"What a great grandson! It's good that he's not dead! He's so promising with an army of 100,000 to rebel against grandpa!"
"It's windy outside, come into the palace quickly! Grandpa sewed the yellow robe ten years ago, now it's for you to wear!"
"Your poisonous stepmother and brother, you don't need to do anything. Grandpa is going to kill their nine tribes right now to add to the fun!"
Zhu Yunwen was so frightened that he collapsed on the ground, and the civil and military officials in the court went completely crazy!
Zhu Xiongying fell into deep thought as he looked at Lao Zhu who put on his yellow robe and asked himself "Does it feel good to kill?"
On the other hand, did I create it or did I not create it?
