Twenty-five years later.
Late autumn.
The trees on Mount Zhijin were withered and withered.
A hunchbacked figure appeared in front of Prince Yiwen's grave.
He reached out and touched the tombstone of Prince Yiwen, and tears flowed down his face.
"My son!"
"You're so ruthless…
You didn't even listen to my explanation and left without me!”
"Am I that cruel and bloodthirsty person?”
"Why don't you understand our painstaking efforts?”
"Our Ming Dynasty has a lot of things to do, and the people's livelihood is bleak. The common people simply can't afford to support so many meritorious officials!”
"To be able to eat and wear warm clothes is already a well-off home. More commoners could not even afford to eat chaff!”
"That gang of noble and noble people have fought a few battles with us, bullying men and women among the people, doing all kinds of evil!"”
"Can we let them harm the people?”
"We can't!"
"We want to kill!"
"Kill this bunch of scoundrels and let the people of our Ming Dynasty live a good life!”
This old man was none other than the beggar who had conquered the world and ascended to the throne, Zhu Yuanzhang.
However, at this moment, he was no longer as high-spirited as before.
What was left was the loneliness and sadness of the white-haired man sending off the black-haired man.
What was even more unbearable to him was the helplessness and despair of the millions of people who did not know who to entrust to.
Since the death of Prince Zhu Biao, Zhu Yuanzhang has been crying every day.
He had high hopes for the Crown Prince. When the Crown Prince was in his twenties, he let the Crown Prince read the memorials and learn how to govern the country.
It could be said that he had placed all his hopes on the Crown Prince.
However, because the Crown Prince did not agree with his political views, he said that he was cruel and bloodthirsty. After being scolded by him for a few words, he became depressed and died young due to a cold.
The death of the Crown Prince was a heavy blow to Zhu Yuanzhang, and it also became a pain that Zhu Yuanzhang would never be able to erase.
"My son!"
"Even if you're no longer around, we'll still pass the throne to your son!”
"We've already decided to make Zhu Yunwen the emperor's grandson!”
"The empire that we have personally built can only be passed on to your bloodline, and only your bloodline has the right to do so!”
Zhu Yuanzhang couldn't help but sigh.
"When you were still alive, you always advised us to cultivate benevolence and be tolerant towards others.”
"I also want to be lenient. I haven't killed anyone in the past few years.”
"But today, I have to apologize to you because I'm going to kill again!”
"You also know that Yun Wen is still too young!”
"The young lord is suspicious of the country, and the generals are valiant!”
"We can't bring disaster to our descendants!”
"So, in order for Yun Wen to become the emperor safely, we have to get rid of all those unruly guys!”
"Only then can we close our eyes after we die!”
After Zhu Yuanzhang finished his last sentence, he wiped his tears at Prince Yiwen's tombstone. Then, he dragged his hunched body down the mountain dejectedly.
The moment he reached the foot of the mountain, the dispirited look on his face gradually disappeared and was replaced by a determined and ruthless look.
On the mountain, he was a loving father!
At the foot of the mountain, he was the king!
As a king, he naturally had to carry out his duties.
For the sake of the people, for the sake of peace for all generations!
When the leader of the guards, Er Hu, saw Zhu Yuanzhang descend the mountain, he hurriedly ran forward and put a cloak on him.
"Emperor!"
"The autumn dew is cold in the morning. You should put on some clothes.”
Zhu Yuanzhang shook his head and rejected Erhu's kindness.
"It's fine. My body can still take it!”
"Get the guards to scram. I want to walk alone.”
"Yes, sir!"
Zhu Yuanzhang was walking aimlessly along the official road when he suddenly heard the sound of someone reading a book.
"Hoeing the crops at noon, sweat dripping into the soil.”
"Who knew that every single piece of food on the plate would be hard work!”
When Zhu Yuanzhang heard this poem, his eyes instantly regained some clarity, and he could not help but walk towards the village private school.
Zhu Yuanzhang stood by the window and naturally aroused the curiosity of some children.
These children craned their necks to look at the strange old man, but their mouths continued to recite the Tang poem loudly. From time to time, they would look at the young man sitting at the front of the classroom.
Clearly, these children were very afraid of this young man.
The young man seemed to have sensed that something was wrong with the voice and suddenly raised his head to look at the student.
Just as the young man was about to reprimand the student, he caught a glimpse of the old man standing outside the window from the corner of his eye.
A hint of surprise flashed across the young man's face. Then, he stood up politely and bowed deeply to the window.
"I didn't know that a distinguished guest had come. I've been neglecting you. I hope you can forgive me!”
Zhu Yuanzhang and the young man's eyes met. Although it was only for a short moment, his heart was greatly shaken.
"Xiong Ying?"
Zhu Yuanzhang had more than 20 sons and more than 100 grandchildren in his life.
However, he only had one favorite grandson, and that was Zhu Biao's eldest son, Zhu Xiongying.
He had once hugged Zhu Ying and proudly said to the ministers that the Great Ming Dynasty had three successive generations of heroes!
From this, it could be seen that he had high expectations for Zhu Xiongying.
Unfortunately, Zhu Xiongying died of illness at the age of eight.
In order to express his condolences, Zhu Yuanzhang not only stopped the court for three days, but also personally issued an edict to confer Zhu Xiongying the title of King Huai to express his grief.
However, what made Zhu Yuanzhang angry was that on the day Zhu Xiongying was buried, his tomb was stolen by grave robbers.
Not only were the burial items stolen, even Zhu Xiongying's corpse was missing.
In order not to be laughed at by the world, Zhu Yuanzhang suppressed the matter and kept it a secret.
He only ordered the Embroidered Uniform Guards to investigate in secret.
It was a pity that nearly ten years had passed, but they still had not been able to catch the grave robbers.
Today, seeing the young man who looked like Zhu Xiongying made Zhu Yuanzhang's heart, which had been silent for a long time, become passionate again.
Even his breathing became faster!
If Xiong Ying didn't die, then all of Da Ming's problems would be solved!
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