History was always so fixed.
Even though he had been warned and even though he was prepared, it still happened in the end.
Zhu Bai didn't know how to describe his feelings.
If his big brother didn't die, Da Ming would probably walk on a completely different path. How he would face his big brother would also be a big problem. Although the Tian family didn't talk about emotions, people weren't plants. Who could be heartless?
However, it was undeniable.
Zhu Biao's death was beneficial to everyone.
It was the same for Zhu Bai, Zhu Di, and the entire Ming Dynasty.
He didn't need to say much, and Zhu Di was also self-evident.
As for the Ming Dynasty.
Perhaps Zhu Biao was a suitable successor, but his successor was destined to fail.
When that time comes, Da Ming will probably fall into a bottomless abyss.
Under such circumstances, Zhu Bai didn't know if he was acting as if his big brother had died.
It was because he seemed to be able to do more.
For example, he wrote a letter asking his father not to let Zhu Biao go to Chang 'an.
However, he did not do so.
The only thing he could do was to remind them and provide some follow-up methods to keep them alive.
However, the former was practically non-existent, while the latter was helping himself rather than Zhu Biao.
Because he had not left Chang 'an yet.
In the sky, it had started to rain.
Zhu Bai was quietly soaked in the rain. His eyes gradually closed as he looked at the sea. Zhu Biao's memories kept flashing in his mind, but they gradually blurred.
After an unknown period of time.
Above his head, the sparse raindrops suddenly stopped.
He opened his eyes subconsciously.
Only then did he realize that a paper umbrella had appeared above his head.
"Your Highness!"
A gentle voice came from the side. Lan Xia 'er had arrived at some point and was holding up an umbrella for him.
"Xia 'er, tell me, did I do something wrong?”
he murmured. Zhu Bai looked at his wife and suddenly spoke.
"I don't know what Your Highness is talking about, but since Your Highness has done it, then it must be right.”
Listening to Zhu Bai's questioning words, Lan Xia 'er was silent for a moment before she spoke with a certain voice.
"Is what I do necessarily right?”
"Hahaha!"
The figure mulled over these words, and then Zhu Bai laughed.
The laughter grew louder.
Tears rolled down from the corners of her eyes.
A moment later, Zhu Bai turned around.
He walked back into the city.
He did not know if he was wrong or right. It was just like what he asked Lan Xia 'er.
But there were some things that he had already done. Perhaps right or wrong was no longer that important.
What he needed was to complete his mission.
It was just his mission to come to this world.
His absent-minded expression turned into determination.
As a transmigrator, he was the only one who knew how much he had to bear.
It wasn't just Da Ming, it was the entire Huaxia.
Since he had transmigrated, he would never allow the humiliation of a hundred years in China to happen again.
He was willing to give up everything.
Regardless of whether he was trying to kill Zhu Biao or not, as long as his goal remained the same, nothing would change.
Zhu Bai's footsteps became increasingly firm.
To him.
The Crown Prince's death had undoubtedly opened up the knot in his heart.
The rain was still falling.
However, for the rest of the time, Zhu Baiye no longer cared about the Crown Prince.
He no longer considered the matter of the Great Ming Dynasty.
To him, the most important thing at the moment was not Da Ming.
Instead, he wanted to perfect his entire maritime empire.
The Crown Prince's death also meant that he did not have much time left.
He had to ensure that he had the absolute strength to be independent before Zhu Yunwen cut off his vassal.
Only in this way would he have the ability to compete with his fourth brother.
The rain was already falling slowly, and time was gradually passing.
At the same time.
On the grassland.
Zhu Di, who was galloping, suddenly pulled the reins.
A soldier beside him quickly stepped forward.
Then, a piece of paper appeared in Zhu Di's hand.
"Crown Prince's funeral!"
He opened the note, and there were only three words.
Looking at these three words, Zhu Di's body could not help but tremble.
She couldn't help but think of her big brother's figure that day.
"Big brother!"
Muttering to himself, Zhu Di's expression was absent-minded. He seemed to be a little happy, but also a little sad.
At this moment, the complexity in his heart was perhaps even greater than Zhu Bai's.
To Zhu Di, the Crown Prince was undoubtedly the biggest obstacle in front of him.
He was also the person closest to the throne.
After reaching this position, who didn't have thoughts about his position?
He was no exception.
However, the existence of Crown Prince Zhu Biao forced Zhu Di to give up on this idea because he had no hope at all.
Whether it was Old Zhu's love for Crown Prince Zhu Biao or the court's support for the Crown Prince, he could not compare.
The Crown Prince had deep feelings for him.
"Pass down the order!"
"All troops, listen up! March quickly! I want Ashili's head within a month!”
His emotions turned into a roar.
Zhu Di's voice resounded in the army.
The army charged towards the entire grassland.
At this moment, Zhu Di seemed to want the people of Northern Yuan to practice for his big brother.
Meanwhile, in the capital.
Old Zhu's anger and grief reached an extreme.
The excited vassal kings were the first to suffer.
On the 10th of August, the King of Qin, Zhu Xi, was berated and almost stripped of his title. However, even though he managed to keep his throne, he was thrown back to his fief.
On the 12th, Prince Jin Zhu was rewarded with 200 sticks and was almost unable to get out of bed.
If the legitimate sons were like this, those illegitimate sons would undoubtedly be even worse off.
As a result, August had yet to pass.
One by one, the vassal kings had already obediently rolled back to their fiefs.
The entire capital fell silent.
Even the civil and military officials did not dare to raise any questions.
She was afraid that Old Zhu would catch her braid. It was fine normally, but at this time, it would really kill her.
As for the Eastern Palace.
At this moment, it had already become a mourning hall.
Although this was not in line with etiquette, no one dared to voice any objections.
The coffin stood tall in the Eastern Palace.
Countless people dressed in white and wearing white scarves prostrated themselves on the ground as their cries filled the Eastern Palace.
The leader was Zhu Yunwen, who had just been promoted.
The original Zhu Yunwen was not a Di son.
He was the third grandson of Old Zhu, the second son of Crown Prince Zhu Biao. His mother, the second concubine, was surnamed Lu. However, Zhu Biao's eldest son, Zhu Xiongying, died early. After the death of his first wife, Madam Chang, Zhu Yunwen's mother, surnamed Lu, was also able to be upright. Zhu Yunwen thus became Zhu Yuanzhang's eldest grandson.
Now, this person naturally became the eldest grandson of the emperor.
A few days had passed, and it was obvious that Zhu Yunwen had lost weight because of excessive grief during mourning.
When he saw Zhu Yunwen, Old Zhu couldn't help but be moved.
Some of his original thoughts were restrained when he saw Zhu Yunwen.
"But you are pure and filial, don't you think of me?"
Old Zhu sighed and comforted Zhu Yunwen.
Tears also fell uncontrollably.
"Imperial Grandfather!"
"Father!"
Zhu Yunwen opened his mouth, but he was too weak and fell to the ground.
"Someone come!"
Old Zhu's expression changed and he quickly called for the staff.
Soon, Zhu Yunwen was carried away.
Fortunately, Zhu Yunwen was fine.
Old Zhu heaved a sigh of relief.
His heart also became more and more determined.
He had originally left the throne to Crown Prince Zhu Biao, but after Zhu Biao's death, he was shaken.
In his mind, he couldn't help but think of Zhu Bai and Zhu Di.
Obviously, other than the Crown Prince, these two were very suitable to be successors. But when he saw Zhu Yunwen and the coffin of the Crown Prince Zhu Biao, Old Zhu's thoughts completely disappeared.
His eyes were fixed on Zhu Yunwen.
As for the reason…
On one hand, it was the Crown Prince's longing.
On the other hand, Old Zhu was feeling more and more powerless now.
The heir had undoubtedly become the most troublesome thing.
Zhu Bai and Zhu Di might be very suitable.
However, the key was that Zhu Bai was only a bastard son. Although Zhu Di was a legitimate son, he was not the eldest son, not even the second son.
Above them were the King of Qin and the King of Jin.
In terms of identity, the King of Qin, Zhu He, was completely suitable, but in terms of personality, he had a serious flaw.
But the other one, Prince Jin, had no flaws. Beautiful eyes, beautiful beard, look dignified, resourceful.”The third son, King Zhu of Jin? described.
In this way, how to choose the King of Yan became a big problem.
If things went wrong, it would become the situation of the Tang Dynasty. In history, after Emperor Taizong of the Tang Dynasty, Li Shimin, deposed the Crown Prince Li Chengqian, he made Li Zhi the Crown Prince because Li Chengqian and Li Tai had a bad relationship due to the position of Crown Prince.
Since the Tang Sect was like this, Old Zhu had no choice but to consider the relationship between the brothers while considering the position of Crown Prince.
In this way, Zhu Yunwen was undoubtedly the best choice.
Zhu Bai's guess was correct. From the very beginning, he had no hope of becoming emperor.
If he was the legitimate son, there would be more.
But he was only a bastard son.
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(The first one is more, the true Zhu Di's luck is really awesome. Out of the four Di sons, three died when Zhu Yunwen ascended the throne. Only Zhu Di was left with one Di son. As for the unofficial history, Zhu Di was not a Di son. That was nonsense. If Zhu Di could succeed in Jingnan, it would be a ghost!)）
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