Huangming

Chapter 430 Bestowed Surname and Name, A Change of Fortune (Bonus Chapter for 1400 words based on monthly votes!)

On May 20th of the second year of the Tianqi reign, the summer heat in the Forbidden City was already beginning to show.

Inside the Lijing Pavilion of Chuxiu Palace, the carved window lattices were completely covered by heavy brocade curtains, allowing only a few rays of sunlight to seep in through the gaps.

Inside the hall, benzoin incense burned, its sweet aroma mingling with the humid heat of sweat, permeating the enclosed space and making even breathing feel exceptionally sticky.

Zhu Youxiao leaned against the canopy bed covered with a snow-white fox fur, holding the naked Zhe Zhe in his arms.

The beauty's black hair was scattered loosely in his arms, her skin was flushed, and beads of sweat on her forehead slid down her neck and disappeared into the cleavage of her chest.

Both of them had a light sheen of sweat on their bodies. The brocade quilt had slipped down to their waists, revealing the firm muscle lines on Zhu Youxiao's arms and the faint pink finger marks on Zhe Zhe's back that had not yet completely faded.

These past few days, Zhu Youxiao has been going to Lijingxuan almost every day, which shows how much he dotes on Zhe Zhe.

now.

Zhe Zhe was breathing slightly heavily, her cheek pressed against Zhu Youxiao's chest, and she could clearly feel his steady and powerful heartbeat.

She didn't dare to look up, but buried her eyes in the hair on his neck.

"What? Still spacing out?"

Zhu Youxiao's fingers gently traced Zhe Zhe's back, his tone carrying a hint of amusement.

"Are you worried about your husband, Huang Taiji?"

A warm breath brushed against her ear, and Zhe Zhe's body trembled slightly. She quickly raised her head, her eyes filled with feigned shyness, and her voice was as soft and sweet as honey:
What is Your Majesty saying?

Now that I belong to Your Majesty, how could I possibly have room for anyone else in my heart?

"That Huang Taiji is nothing more than a prisoner; whether he lives or dies is none of my concern."

As she spoke, she snuggled closer to Zhu Youxiao, wrapping her arms around his neck, trying to use intimacy to conceal the complex emotions that flashed across her eyes.

but.
After all, they had shared a bed. Even if Huang Taiji was mostly using her, the bond of "a day as husband and wife is worth a hundred days of kindness" could not be severed so easily.
Zhu Youxiao's words just now seemed to have struck the most hidden corner of her heart, making her inexplicably flustered.

But this panic, in Zhu Youxiao's eyes, became a unique charm.

He inherently possessed a wicked sense of "conquest."

Zhe Zhe was Huang Taiji's principal wife, but now she was enjoying his pleasure in his arms. This contrast in their status made him particularly pleased.

Especially when he saw the subtle, unseen emotion hidden in her eyes, that secret feeling acted like a catalyst, instantly igniting the evil fire in his heart.

Zhu Youxiao chuckled, reached out and pinched Zhe Zhe's chin, forcing her to look up and meet his gaze.

His eyes were deep, carrying the unique domineering and possessiveness of an emperor:
"Since it has nothing to do with you, then focus on that."

Before he could finish speaking, he leaned down and kissed her lips, his action carrying an irresistible aggressiveness.

The brocade quilt slipped completely off, the bed shook slightly, and accompanied by Zhe Zhe's suppressed moans, the atmosphere in the hall grew increasingly hot, temporarily submerging those hidden thoughts and complex emotions in the entanglement of lovemaking.

However, the atmosphere was completely different in the outer hall of Lijingxuan.

Hailanzhu stood by the pillar, her hands tightly gripping the hem of her skirt, her cheeks as red as ripe cherries.

The faint sounds coming from inside the hall reached her ears clearly, each sound making her heart race and her earlobes feel burning hot.

Bumtai, standing beside her, wore her hair in two buns and a pink and white palace dress. At that moment, however, she frowned and tugged angrily at Hailanzhu's sleeve.
"Sister, listen! His Majesty is bullying Aunt again! Aunt's voice is so pitiful, sister, please go in and help Aunt!"

Upon hearing this, Hailanzhu's cheeks turned even redder, and her breathing became rapid.

How could she not know what happened inside the palace?

If they really go in, they'll probably not only be unable to help Zhe Zhe, but they'll also be "detained" by His Majesty.

Thinking of this, Hailanzhu's fingertips began to burn. She quickly grabbed Bumtai, who was about to rush forward, and explained in a somewhat flustered voice:
"Don't talk nonsense, His Majesty didn't bully Aunt... They're just 'practicing martial arts'."

"Practice?"

Bumtai blinked her big, round eyes and looked at Hailanzhu with a puzzled expression.

"What kind of skill requires such practice? Aunt's voice doesn't sound like she's practicing any skill; it sounds like she's crying."

Hailanzhu was speechless when asked the question, so she could only avoid Bumtai's gaze and speak in a voice as low as a mosquito's hum:
"This is how adults practice. You'll understand when you grow up."

She couldn't explain the affairs of the palace, so she could only use "growing up" as an excuse.

Bumtai frowned and stared at the closed palace door for a long time. Although he still didn't quite understand, he could only nod when he saw that Hailanzhu was speaking seriously.

But he secretly memorized the words "practice martial arts" in his heart.

If I could practice martial arts with His Majesty, that would be an amazing thing!

When she grows up, she must learn from His Majesty!
A quarter of an hour later.

The wind stopped and the rain stopped.

On the canopy bed, Zhe Zhe seemed to have all her strength drained away, collapsing onto the snow-white fox fur mattress, her black hair sticking to her flushed cheeks, and even her fingers trembling slightly.

Zhu Youxiao leaned to the side, his tone laced with a lazy, teasing tone, like a cat toying with a mouse: "Would you like to go see Huang Taiji?"

The four words "meet Huang Taiji" pierced Zhe Zhe's heart like an icicle.

She turned her head abruptly, the confusion in her eyes instantly dispelled by panic, her breathing quickened, and she hurriedly shook her head.

"Your Majesty, please do not humiliate me."

Before she finished speaking, tears welled up in the corners of her eyes.

She was once the principal wife of the Khan of the Great Jin Dynasty, but now she has to face her ex-husband, who has become a prisoner, as a concubine of the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty. This is not a meeting, but a tearing apart of her dignity and exposing it to the public.

Seeing her on the verge of tears, Zhu Youxiao realized that his joke had gone too far.

"It's just some of my quirky interests, you don't need to overthink it."

Zhu Youxiao sat up from the bed, picked up the moon-white undergarment beside him, and slowly put it on, his tone softening.

"Now that you've entered the harem and become my woman, I will naturally not treat you lightly. Rest well, and I'll have the Imperial Kitchen send some bird's nest soup later."

Having said that, he lifted the curtain and stepped out of the inner hall.

Inside the outer hall, two palace maids were already waiting by the side with the emperor's everyday clothes in their hands. When they saw him come out, they quickly stepped forward. One tied his jade belt, and the other straightened his clothes. Their movements were gentle and efficient.

Zhu Youxiao let them serve him, but his gaze did not fall on the palace maids.

For him, the tenderness of the harem was nothing more than a pastime after handling state affairs; no amount of affection could compare to a military intelligence matter in the court.

In the inner hall.

As Zhe Zhe watched Zhu Youxiao disappear behind the curtain, all the grievances and humiliations in her eyes vanished.

Huang Taiji?
The man who used her as a bargaining chip for power and abandoned her for the benefit of the tribe is long gone.

She is now a concubine of the Ming Emperor, backed by the most noble person in the world. What does Huang Taiji's life or death have to do with her?

All she needs to do is serve His Majesty well and hold onto her current glory.

so.
The way she acted just now was merely an act to keep the emperor in check.

His Majesty enjoys playing this game, so she'll just go along with it.

just
Looking back now, it seems she acted quite convincingly.

oops~
His Majesty isn't not coming, is he?
Zhe Zhe suddenly felt a bit anxious and uncertain.

Zhu Youxiao left Chuxiu Palace and rode in the imperial carriage along the palace road toward Qianqing Palace.

Not long after, he arrived at the Qianqing Palace and entered the East Warm Pavilion.

Zhu Youxiao had just sat down on the throne and picked up his vermilion brush to continue reviewing the documents when Wei Chao, the Grand Eunuch of the Directorate of Ceremonial, tiptoed in and bowed, saying:
"Your Majesty, Vice General Li Hongji is already waiting in the Nine Ministers' Office."

"Li Hongji?"

Zhu Youxiao was taken aback for a moment, then remembered the matter.

Yes.

Li Hongji was the general who escorted Huang Taiji to the capital. Yesterday, when he presented the captured prisoners to the Imperial Ancestral Temple, he praised them in public, but he has not yet fulfilled his previous promise.

Before Li Hongji set off for Jizhou, he said, "If I achieve military merit, I will be generous with my reward." Now is the time to fulfill that promise.

"Summon him immediately."

He put down the vermilion brush, his tone now filled with anticipation.

"This servant will go right away."

Wei Chao bowed and withdrew. In less than half an incense stick's time, he led a man dressed in a military officer's robe into the East Warm Pavilion.

Today, Li Hongji is wearing the official robes of a third-rank military officer. The dark satin is embroidered with lion patterns and is starched so that it is perfectly straight without a single wrinkle.

His hair was neatly tied up, and although his face showed signs of travel, it couldn't hide his fierce and courageous aura.

That sharp edge was honed through countless battles on the battlefield.

As soon as he stepped into the hall, Li Hongji knelt down on both knees with a thud, his movements swift and decisive.

"Your subject Li Hongji pays respects to Your Majesty! Long live Your Majesty!"

"Get up."

Zhu Youxiao waved his hand, his gaze falling on him with a hint of approval in his eyes.

In less than a year, Li Hongji rose from a post station worker in Yinchuan to a deputy general through his military achievements in suppressing the Wenxiang Rebellion, reorganizing the Jizhou Garrison, and intercepting Huang Taiji. He had no background and relied entirely on his own abilities, making him a rare military talent.

Wei Chao already understood, and quickly had a round-backed chair brought over and placed beside the imperial desk, saying softly:

"Vice General Li, Your Majesty, please take a seat."

Li Hongji thanked her and sat down carefully, his back still taut, his hands on his knees, without making any unnecessary movements.

Zhu Youxiao looked at his obedient and well-behaved demeanor, and a faint smile appeared on his lips:
"Minister Li has rendered a great service this time. Now, tell me, what reward do you desire?"

Upon hearing this, Li Hongji immediately stood up, cupped his hands, and bowed his head, saying:
“Your Majesty has promoted me from humble beginnings. I was just a post station worker in Yinchuan back then. If Your Majesty had not been unconventional and allowed Commander Xiong to give me a chance, how could I be where I am today?”
"Your Majesty's kindness in recognizing and appreciating my talents is something I could never repay even if I were to die a thousand deaths. How dare I speak of any further rewards?"

His voice was tinged with excitement, and the veins on his forehead bulged slightly.

"Your Majesty, I only ask to continue serving you in the future, guarding the frontier, even if it means going through fire and water, I will never flinch!"

These words were not at all polite; they were spoken with utmost sincerity.

He knew that he had risen from the bottom to the top entirely because of the emperor's trust. He remembered this favor and wanted to repay it with future military achievements.

Zhu Youxiao looked at the sincerity in his eyes and felt even more satisfied.

What he needed was a loyal and capable general like that.

"What a fine phrase, 'even if I were to be shattered to pieces, it would be impossible to repay'!"

He nodded with a smile, then changed the subject, his tone becoming more serious.

"However, though you are sincere, I cannot fail to reward you."

Clear rewards and punishments are the foundation of military discipline. If you are only allowed to serve with enthusiasm but not rewarded with any real benefits, wouldn't that chill the hearts of all the soldiers in the court?
Who will be willing to fight for me in the future?

Just as Li Hongji was about to decline again, Zhu Youxiao raised his hand to stop him, a meaningful smile in his eyes:
"The decree to promote you to general and confer a marquisate has been drafted by the cabinet and will be issued in a few days."

What I am giving you today is another reward.

"I bestow upon you the surname Zhu, and from now on, you shall be named 'Zicheng.' What do you say?"

"Zhu...Zicheng?"

Li Hongji suddenly looked up, his pupils contracting sharply, as if he couldn't believe his ears.

His lips moved, but no sound came out.

It's exciting.

"Zhu" was the imperial surname of the Ming Dynasty. Ordinary officials would be greatly favored, let alone being granted the imperial surname, or even just receiving a title related to the character "Zhu".

His Majesty actually made him change his surname to Zhu. This is more than just trust; it's as if His Majesty treats him as "one of the family"!
Seeing him standing there in a daze, Wei Chao quickly stepped forward and whispered a reminder:

"Lord of the Imperial Surname, His Majesty has bestowed upon you the imperial surname. This is an unprecedented grace. What are you waiting for? Quickly thank His Majesty for his divine favor!"

Upon hearing the words "Lord of the Imperial Surname," Li Hongji suddenly realized what was happening.

He fell to his knees again with a thud, this time his knees hitting the gold bricks with a slight thud, his voice choked with barely suppressed sobs:
"Your subject Li... no, Your subject Zhu Zicheng, kowtows to thank Your Majesty for bestowing upon me this surname!"

"Your Majesty's grace is boundless; I, your subject, will serve you through fire and water, even unto death!" Zhu Youxiao looked at him, his forehead pressed against the gold brick, his back trembling slightly, and slowly raised his hand:
Get up.

Although the character '朱' (zhu) cannot grant you entry into the imperial genealogy, it carries my expectations for you.

"I hope that you will one day establish your own great achievements, become a pillar of my Ming Dynasty, protect the stability of my Ming Dynasty, and not fail to live up to the weight of this imperial surname."

"Your Majesty, I am prepared to die ten thousand deaths to live up to Your Majesty's high expectations!"

When Zhu Zicheng stood up, his eyes were already red-rimmed, and his previous composure had completely disappeared, replaced by an almost fanatical loyalty.

He was already deeply grateful for Zhu Youxiao's patronage, and now that he had been granted the imperial surname, this favor was etched into his very bones.

His Majesty has treated him with such great favor; even if he were to be shattered to pieces, he would protect the Ming Dynasty and the emperor before him.

Zhu Youxiao looked at him like this and suddenly smiled, his tone becoming more gentle, like that of an elder:
"Stop using phrases like 'willing to die a thousand deaths' and 'to be shattered to pieces,' it sounds depressing."

You're not young anymore, and you're always stuck in the military without even a home. What kind of life is that?
I have already spoken to the Empress, and she has asked her to select a well-educated and sensible woman from among the noble ladies or respectable women in the capital for you, so that you can settle down and start a family.

Having a home means you'll have more to care for and more to think about while you're fighting on the frontier.

Upon hearing this, Zhu Zicheng's cheeks instantly turned bright red, and even the tips of his ears glowed with a burning heat.

He was a seasoned military officer who had fought his way through countless battles in the army; he had never heard such intimate concern before, and for a moment he was at a loss for words. He could only lower his head and stammer in response:
"Your Majesty's decree is hereby obeyed."

Seeing his helpless and timid appearance, Zhu Youxiao smiled knowingly.

He felt secretly pleased.

The "Chuang King" who stirred up the Ming Dynasty and ultimately forced Emperor Chongzhen to commit suicide at Coal Hill in later historical records has now become "Zhu Zicheng," who is loyal to him and willing to die for him.

From rebel to loyal minister, from bringing chaos to the world to guarding the frontier, this dramatic turn of events is truly wondrous.

After a while.

I've pretty much gotten back into the swing of things.

Zhu Youxiao slowly stood up and said:

"Come with me to Wansui Mountain for a walk, and let's go see the crooked-necked tree."

"A crooked tree?"

Zhu Zicheng was taken aback upon hearing this, and his brows furrowed slightly.

He did not stay in the capital for long and only knew that Wansui Mountain was a royal forbidden garden, but he had never heard of any "crooked-necked tree".

But since the emperor had given the order, he dared not ask any further questions and quickly bowed, replying, "Your subject obeys the decree."

Before long, the bright yellow imperial carriage departed from the Qianqing Palace and headed towards Wansui Mountain along the palace road.

Zhu Zicheng followed beside the carriage, his gaze occasionally sweeping across the curtains, his mind filled with doubt:

His Majesty has just bestowed upon him the imperial surname and arranged a marriage for him. Why would he suddenly want to go to Wansui Mountain to see a tree?

Could this tree have some special origin?
Accompanying him were Fang Zhenghua, a eunuch from the Imperial Horse Administration, and Wei Chao, a eunuch from the Directorate of Ceremonial. The two stood on either side of the carriage, their expressions respectful. They occasionally exchanged glances, but neither could fathom the emperor's thoughts.

To Zhu Zicheng's surprise, when the carriage reached the vicinity of the Wenhua Hall, there was another figure.

It was a boy of about eleven or twelve years old, dressed in a prince's robe, with a face somewhat similar to Zhu Youxiao. He was none other than Zhu Youjian, who had recently been enfeoffed as the Prince of Xin.

Zhu Youjian was skipping and jumping beside the carriage, his face flushed red and his eyes full of joy.

He had just been granted the title of king and should have gone to his fiefdom, but because he was still young, he stayed in the palace temporarily. However, he was surrounded by great Confucian scholars every day, either reciting the Analects or practicing calligraphy, and he didn't even have time to catch his breath.

Being summoned by his brother, the Emperor, and allowed to leave the palace (though only to the Forbidden Garden, Wansui Mountain) was like a "great pardon" to him, and even his steps became much lighter.

However, this excitement faded somewhat when they saw Zhu Zicheng.

Zhu Youjian quietly hid behind Wei Chao, his eyes filled with a childlike disgust.

He couldn't explain why, but he felt a "fierce aura" emanating from the man in the military officer's robe, which made him inexplicably uneasy. He always felt that this man would be a threat to him in the future.

Zhu Zicheng noticed his gaze, but dismissed it as childish and didn't take it to heart.

The imperial carriage soon arrived at the foot of Wansui Mountain.

This mountain is more commonly known locally as "Coal Hill".

Legend has it that Emperor Yongle of the Ming Dynasty stockpiled a large amount of coal here to prevent the supply of coal during wartime. Although it was never actually used, the name "Coal Hill" spread among the people.

Wansui Mountain is not high, but it is lush with trees.

Spring sunlight filters through the branches and leaves, weaving dappled light and shadow on the stone steps.

Zhu Youxiao stepped down from the imperial carriage and slowly ascended the stone steps.

He was not wearing court robes today, but only a black casual robe with a jade belt around his waist. He looked less like an emperor and more relaxed, which made the people behind him even more respectful.

Zhu Zicheng, Zhu Youjian, and others followed closely behind, while Fang Zhenghua and Wei Chao guarded the two sides, their eyes scanning the surroundings warily.

Although the Imperial Guards had cleared the area in advance, they dared not relax their vigilance in the slightest.

Before long, the group reached the top of the mountain.

Before me stood a sturdy dragon claw locust tree, its trunk twisted upwards, its branches stretching out at an angle, one of its main branches leaning to one side, its shape particularly eye-catching.

This is the "crooked-necked tree" that Zhu Youxiao mentioned.

Under the tree, two Imperial Guards were escorting a figure—none other than Huang Taiji, who had been captured alive.

Huang Taiji's prison clothes were already filthy, his hair was disheveled and stuck to his face, and his hands were bound behind his back with iron chains. When he saw Zhu Youxiao and others coming, he suddenly raised his head, which had been hanging down, and his eyes flashed with resentment. He made a muffled "woo-woo" sound in his throat.

His mouth was stuffed with a strip of cloth, so he couldn't utter a complete sentence.

"Take the thing out of his mouth."

Zhu Youxiao waved his hand, his voice calm and undisturbed.

"Yes!"

A member of the Imperial Guard stepped forward and roughly tore the strip of cloth from Huang Taiji's mouth.

"Whoo~"

Huang Taiji first exhaled a breath of turbid air, his chest heaving violently, his eyes fixed on Zhu Youxiao.

"You are Emperor Zhu Youxiao of the Ming Dynasty?"

"How dare you address His Majesty by his given name!"

Fang Zhenghua immediately shouted angrily and reached out to shove Huang Taiji, but Zhu Youxiao stopped him by raising his hand.

"There's no need to argue with a dying man."

Zhu Youxiao's gaze fell on Huang Taiji, with a mixture of scrutiny and indifference.

The man before me had once stirred up trouble in Liaodong for over a decade, causing the Ming Dynasty to suffer heavy losses. Now, however, he was a prisoner, which could be considered as getting rid of a major threat.

Upon hearing this, Huang Taiji gave a bitter smile, but did not continue his verbal sparring.

During his time in Beijing, he had already witnessed the power of the Ming Dynasty.

The prosperity of the capital region, the discipline of the Ming army, and the orderliness of the imperial court were far beyond what the Jurchens could match.

He finally understood that he was not facing the corrupt Ming Dynasty at the end of the Wanli era, but a behemoth that had been reawakened by the young emperor before him.

He accepted his defeat at the hands of such an opponent.

"I, Huang Taiji, have fought my whole life, but in the end I was defeated by you and Xiong Tingbi. I guess I was just not good enough."

He took a deep breath, and the resentment in his eyes gradually faded, leaving only a sense of desperate composure.

"Kill me or torture me, it's all up to you! Just please don't humiliate my Great Jin royal family any further!"

Zhu Youxiao looked at him like this, and suddenly nodded slightly:

"I see you're a man of some character, so I won't bother with you any longer and will grant you a proper burial."

After saying that, he turned to Fang Zhenghua.

"Bring the white silk and throw it onto that branch."

Fang Zhenghua hurriedly took the white silk that had been prepared from the Jinyiwei, stepped on a small stool, and tied it to the crooked branch of the dragon claw locust tree. The white silk hung down and swayed gently in the wind, exuding a chilling aura.

"Will you go up yourself, or shall I have someone escort you?"

Zhu Youxiao's voice remained calm.

Huang Taiji remained silent, only staring intently at the crooked branch before glancing at Zhu Zicheng, whose expression was complex, and finally fixing his gaze on Zhu Youxiao, a desperate smile playing on his lips.
"No need for Your Majesty to trouble yourself."

He dragged the heavy iron chain, step by step, onto the small stool, and grabbed the white silk with both hands.

Perhaps thinking of his current predicament, or perhaps unwilling to die, a tear slid down his cheek and dripped onto the stone steps beneath his feet.

But he did not hesitate. He took a deep breath, put his head into the circle made of white silk, and kicked off with both feet.

The stool overturned on the ground with a loud thud, and his body was instantly suspended in the air, his limbs struggling violently, and a choking sound coming from his throat.

After a short while, Huang Taiji's struggles gradually subsided, his head tilted to one side, and he fell silent.

Zhu Youjian, standing to the side, was already pale with fright, his hands tightly gripping Wei Chao's clothes, his body trembling uncontrollably.

Having grown up in the inner palace, he had never seen such a bloody scene, let alone people dying in front of him.

Wei Chao quickly patted his back gently and whispered reassuringly, "Your Highness, don't be afraid, don't be afraid."

Zhu Youxiao stood there, gazing at the corpse hanging from the crooked tree, a faint smile slowly creeping onto his lips.

He thought to himself:

Oh, crooked tree, crooked tree! In history, my poor brother Zhu Youjian should have hanged himself, but now I have had Huang Taiji replace him.

The "Chuang King" Li Zicheng who forced Zhu Youjian to hang himself back then has now become Zhu Zicheng, who is loyal to me.

Prince Xin, who should have hanged himself on Coal Hill, was now hiding behind a eunuch, trembling.

This turn of events is truly wondrous.

However, only a moment later.

He turned around, his gaze falling on Zhu Zicheng, his tone regaining its usual composure:

"Zicheng, you have seen what happened today. This is the consequence of being an enemy of the Ming Dynasty."

In the future, if you encounter anyone who does not submit to your rule, treat them as you have today, without hesitation.

Zhu Zicheng bowed and replied:
"The minister obeys the order!"

He stared at the crooked tree, a chill running through him.

Although His Majesty's smile was faint, it made him understand the emperor's bottom line:
Mercy towards the enemy is cruelty towards the Ming Dynasty.

Zhu Youxiao glanced at Zhu Youjian, who was still trembling, and softened his tone:
“Brother, today’s events are meant to show you that the world is not just about the wise sayings in the study, but also about the survival rules of swords and shadows.”

There is still much for you to learn in the future.

Zhu Youjian nodded as if he understood, but still dared not look at the crooked tree.

The group descended the stone steps. The sun was still shining brightly, but everyone's mood was different.

Zhu Youxiao felt the exhilaration of rewriting history, Zhu Zicheng felt awe for the emperor, and Zhu Youjian felt an inescapable fear.

As for Wei Chao and Fang Zhenghua, all that remained was a sense of awe at the unfathomable thoughts of the emperor.

After everyone left.

On Mount Wansui.

The crooked tree still stands there, only now it carries a hint of bloodshed.

Since Zhu Youxiao traveled here.
History has already been changed.

In the future, history will be rewritten more and more often!

PS:

A long chapter of 6800 words!
Burned out!

(End of this chapter)