Da Ming: I told you to die for your cause, why are you actually going to die?

Chapter 72 The Vanguard of Rights Protection in the Ming Dynasty! [Seeking Monthly Tickets]

Establish a crown prince?!
It's just about installing Zhu Yunwen, right?!
All this trouble I've gone through was just to be killed by Old Zhu in a fit of rage, and then travel back to the modern world?!

The results of it? !

Did they lift a rock only to drop it on their own foot?!
If I waited just one more day, or even just one more night, wouldn't I be able to give that good-for-nothing Zhu Yunwen a good beating at the court assembly where the crown prince is to be established?!

At that time, Old Zhu will definitely kill himself!
But now look what's happened! After all this trouble, even making Old Zhu faint three times from anger, he still hasn't died!

What the hell.
too difficult!!!
He, Zhang Biao, a transmigrator who longed for death, unexpectedly became someone else's light, someone else's good brother, someone else's thorn in their side, and someone else's damn knife.

collapse!

He really broke down!!
Zhang Biao could no longer hear what Shen Lang said after that.

His mind went blank, with only the words "establishing a crown prince," "messing up," and "by a twist of fate" echoing wildly in his head.

All the scheming, all the reckless actions, all the madness
In the end, in such an unexpected way, he lost what he most wanted to do.
Did Zhu Yunwen not become emperor?

So what was the significance of his actions?
He tried to die but failed; instead, he performed a monumental, abstract act of merit that even he couldn't describe!

What the fuck.
Isn't this fucking outrageous?!
A tremendous sense of astonishment, absurdity, and utter bewilderment—like "I've already taken my pants off and this is what you're showing me"—overwhelmed Zhang Biao's reason like a tsunami.

He felt his vision go black, his ears ring, and the hand gripping Shen Lang's arm slipped limply from his grasp.

Then, under Shen Lang's horrified gaze, due to excessive shock, a certain muscle group in his body briefly lost control.
The stream of yellow water, which should have flowed smoothly towards the corner, suddenly veered off course, tracing an abrupt, soy-sauce-scented arc, precisely...
It all spilled onto Shen Lang's official boots and trouser legs.

"!!!"

Three exclamation marks instantly appeared on Shen Lang's forehead.

He felt a heat on the top of his foot, and a thick liquid, mixed with the smell of Wang Mazi's braising spices and alcohol, soaked through his cloth sock.

Time seems to have frozen.

Shen Lang looked down at his wet trousers and boots, then looked up at Zhang Biao, whose face was blank, eyes unfocused, and who seemed to be urinating as if his soul had left his body.

In the back alley, only the untimely splashing of water remained, along with the faint, indistinct voices from the official residence where others were discussing 'how to make their deathbed remonstrances creative'.

Shen Lang's lips trembled for a long time as he looked at Zhang Biao, whose soul seemed to have traveled halfway back in time. With a sob in his voice and immense grievance, he uttered a question from the depths of his soul:

"Brother Biao, you...you peed on my foot!"

Zhang Biao remained unresponsive, still in that position, staring blankly at the stinking corner, as if he could see his packed meals, sugary drinks, and air-conditioned room getting further and further away from him.

He could only mutter unconsciously, "Pig's head meat is deadly."

"Brother Biao—!"

Shen Lang finally couldn't hold back any longer and raised his voice, saying with grief and indignation, "Aim properly!"

"what?"

This shout finally brought Zhang Biao's soul back from the heavens.

He was startled and looked down.

Hey!
His own thing was still dripping, while Shen Lang's right foot, along with half of his trouser leg, had become a swamp.

It even reflected a suspicious luster in the dimly lit alley.

"Cough cough!"

Zhang Biao blushed, then quickly put away his weapon, tightened his belt, his movements slightly flustered as he tried to cover up the embarrassing situation:
"Brother Shen, it was an accident! Purely an accident! Do you know what this means? It means our brotherly bond is deep! We're practically intertwined!"

After saying this, he quickly patted Shen Lang on the shoulder and said in a heavy tone:
"This is a baptism of revolution, a test of trust between comrades! Look, I don't treat you like an outsider at all!"

Shen Lang: "."

I fucking cried! The price of this trust is just too much!

"Alright, alright! Stop crying and whining like a woman!"

Zhang Biao forcefully steered the conversation back on track. Although he was inwardly panicking, he couldn't afford to lose face: "Oh, by the way, Brother Shen, you just mentioned establishing a crown prince. Is that news reliable? Is the Emperor really planning to establish a crown prince today?"

Shen Lang sniffed, trying to ignore the warmth and smell on his feet, and said with lingering fear:
"It's almost certainly true! That Scholar Liu was the first to propose establishing an heir. Although the Emperor was very angry at the time, he was eventually persuaded by him and Consort Mei. There must be something wrong here. You know, just a few days ago, the Emperor punished Lü Ping and Qi Tai, who had proposed establishing an heir!"

"Yes, that's right, there is indeed a problem."

Zhang Biao nodded repeatedly: "Perhaps it's a charade put on by the Emperor and them, trying to gauge the opinions of the court officials. If no one objects, they will definitely establish the Crown Prince!"

"Yes, but I don't know which grandson will be chosen as heir!"

"That goes without saying, it's definitely that good-for-nothing Zhu Yunwen!"

"Huh?" Shen Lang looked surprised. "How did Brother Biao know?"

"What's there to know or not know? Just use your ass and you'll know he had no choice!"

"But if we ruin the Emperor's important matter of choosing an heir by demanding our unpaid wages today, do you think he'll..."

At this point, Shen Lang thought of Zhou Ya's fate again and trembled as he said, "What if they skin us alive and use us as lamps?"

"What? Are you scared?"

Zhang Biao glanced at Shen Lang sideways.

But then Shen Lang said, his voice trembling with tears, "I'm not afraid of death, but I'm afraid of pain."

"Look at your worthless look!"

Zhang Biao glared impatiently at Shen Lang, then sighed, "We're not so easy to die now, unless the Emperor wants to incur the wrath of Heaven and the resentment of the people!"

"why?"

"He's in the right to kill corrupt officials. But to kill us is against all reason and justice, and an outrage against both gods and men!"

After saying that, he sighed helplessly, "Sigh, I was originally looking for death, but I never expected to be tied up by you bunch of bastards!"

"But don't worry, even if the Emperor didn't make Zhu Yunwen his heir today, there's always tomorrow and the day after. He'll make him his heir eventually!"

"At that time."

At this point, he suddenly grabbed Shen Lang's shoulder and said solemnly, "Given the chance, I will remonstrate with the Emperor to the death. You all better get out of here and stop meddling!"

"This time, even if I owe you, I can't stand seeing you poor folks suffer!"

"Brother Biao, you remonstrated with the Emperor to the death because you didn't want him to establish the Second Prince as heir?" Shen Lang couldn't help but ask curiously.

"Don't pry into other people's business! Let's go!"

Zhang Biao waved his hand and, without saying a word, pulled Shen Lang towards his dormitory.

"Wait! Wait a minute, Brother Biao, there's one more thing. Are we really going to be able to get our back pay from the Ministry of Revenue tomorrow?"

"Ah!"

Zhang Biao gave a cold laugh, then said in a deep voice:

"We used to be nothing but ants, not even worth a dog's attention. Now, do you know what we are?"

"what?"

"The one who brought down the emperor three times, the pioneer of rights protection in the Ming Dynasty!"

(End of this chapter)