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Winter of the 16th year of Chongzhen. Zhu Youjian knelt down in the Imperial Ancestral Temple and choked up in front of the portrait of Taizu: "Old ancestor, Li Chuang is about to break the city, Jian Nu is sharpening his knife outside the pass, and all the civil and military officials in the dynasty will only cry for poverty... I really can't do anything in this Ming Dynasty. It was you who conquered the country back then, and you have to torment your sons and ministers." "You are an unworthy descendant! The emperor treats you like a bear, which is worse than when I was begging for food. It is really an embarrassment to my old Zhu family!" When Zhu Youjian heard this, he suddenly looked up and saw an old man in black dragon robe standing in front of the dragon chair. The other person has a cinnabar mole on his forehead and a knife hidden in the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes. He is none other than the great emperor Zhu Yuanzhang in the portrait. "Chongba... Grandpa?" Zhu Youjian was so shocked that he spoke incoherently. . . "Back then, I led an army of twenty-four men from Haozhou. When I attacked Chen Youliang, I was shot through the thigh by an arrow. When I defended Hongdu, the city wall collapsed three times. How about you, you scared yourself to paralysis before the cannons were fired in the capital?" "Do you really want to throw the blame away? Or do you really want to save Daming?" "My son said that I would return the Ming Dynasty to you. It was just a moment of anger, but I really can't do it anymore!" Zhu Youjian broke out in a cold sweat. Zhu Yuanzhang smiled, with a bit of cruelty in his smile: "Okay, I will live another life." . . . . . .