Sky Curtain: The Overlord Charges into Battle, Shocking Emperors of All Dynasties

Chapter 45 Nephew, Your Fourth Uncle is Looking for You

thief??

Could this person actually be a usurper and rebel? The ancients were not stupid. They quickly figured it out. Only members of the royal family could sit on the roof of the palace. Moreover, this person claimed to be an unyielding thief. There was only one possibility: he had rebelled and seized the throne.

Li Shimin sighed and shook his head. He understood this man's feelings very well, and even felt a little empathetic. After the Xuanwu Gate Incident, he also felt that he would become an eternal villain in history. Therefore, he worked diligently to govern the country and dared not slack off in the slightest. Fortunately, he already knew that later generations had a pretty high opinion of him and seemed not to care much about how he got the throne.

wrong?

Li Shimin suddenly noticed many of his ministers looking at him with amusement. What are you all looking at?!

Your gazes offend me.

I was personally appointed Crown Prince by the Emperor Emeritus, and I am the legitimate heir to the throne. I am fundamentally different from that person in the sky, okay?

My eldest and third brothers suddenly fell seriously ill and died. My father, the emperor, indulges in pleasure day and night, and the heavy responsibility of governing the Tang Dynasty falls on my shoulders. It's so difficult for me!

The scene shifts, and the middle-aged man from before is now clad in black armor, holding a long sword, standing warily in the dimly lit tunnel. Suddenly, he catches a glimpse of a figure in a red dragon robe flashing past behind him, and a sinister smile, as if he's spotted his prey, curls at the corner of his lips. "Nephew, my good little nephew."

Where are you going?

"Your fourth uncle is here to settle accounts with you."

His tone was chilling, devoid of any trace of uncle-nephew affection, filled only with hatred and the exhilaration of avenging a great wrong. After speaking, he picked up his long sword and headed towards the place where the red figure had disappeared.

Fourth uncle, nephew?

It seems that the uncle has seized the throne from his nephew. Such things are not uncommon in ancient times. Generally, those who raise an army to seize the throne are called traitors. It seems that this person is quite self-aware. I wonder which dynasty he is talking about. At this moment, Zhu Yuanzhang looked displeased. Nephew, fourth uncle.

He had envisioned that if Zhu Biao were to die young, he would only choose one of Zhu Biao's sons as his heir, rather than his own son, to uphold the rule of primogeniture in the Ming Dynasty.

According to historical developments, if Biao'er's son eventually ascends the throne, then his fourth uncle would only have...

Zhu Yuanzhang turned his gaze to Zhu Di, his eyes filled with suspicion. Zhu Di understood the meaning of that look; it was clearly asking: Is it really you?

Zhu Di felt somewhat guilty, and he wasn't sure if it was him, but he had to admit that if Zhu Biao had really died young, he still harbored a sliver of hope in his heart.

In the scene, a man in armor walked forward step by step and soon came to a large black door. He carefully pushed it open, and the light behind the door was dazzling. Behind the door was a council hall. He looked at everything in disbelief and his eyes were dazed. He walked forward and looked around at everything that was familiar. One by one, the generals in armor who were originally facing the dragon throne turned around and looked at him. Their eyes were cold and exuded a murderous aura, as if they were looking at a dead man. He recognized these people. These were the people who had personally taught him to ride horses and fight on the battlefield.

Helpless as a child, he staggered to the center of the hall, staring dumbfounded at the two figures on the steps. One sat on the steps, seemingly with a powerful backer, looking at him defiantly. The other figure stood to the side, his form even more familiar. This man had gray hair and beard, and only slightly turned his head to look at him. The armored man gasped, his legs went weak, and his long sword clattered to the ground. He slowly knelt down, his lips trembling, and from the bottom of his heart uttered the question: "Father, you're not dead!!!"

The people in front of the canopy could see clearly that the armored man's father was exactly the Hongwu Emperor in his old age, whom the canopy had previously mentioned as the greatest emperor of all time.

"Zhongde, when Tianmu mentioned the Hongwu Emperor of the Ming Dynasty earlier, did he mention who would inherit the throne?"

Cao Cao's headaches have flared up again recently, which has made his memory a little worse, and sometimes he can't even remember people's names.

"My lord, the imperial edict mentions that Zhu Yuanzhang's eldest son, Crown Prince Zhu Biao, died young, but it doesn't mention who would inherit the throne."

"However, it seems that Zhu Yuanzhang should have established a crown prince and passed the throne to Zhu Biao's son, otherwise why would the person in the sky call him nephew?"

Cao Cao, clutching his head and trying to suppress the pain, said, "Moreover, in my opinion, this should be a dream. After all, how can the dead come back to life?"

"It's probably just an act by later generations."

Seeing Cao Cao's increasingly ferocious expression, Cheng Yu quickly helped Cao Cao lie down and said, "Prime Minister, Hua Tuo's whereabouts have been found. With the medical skills Hua Tuo possessed as described on the celestial screen, he will surely be able to cure your headache."

In the scene, Zhu Yuanzhang descends the steps one by one, each step seemingly striking the hearts of the armored men. Gradually, two large characters appear in the blank space beside him: "Zhu Di".

Two generals behind him held down Zhu Di's hands. Zhu Di just stared at Zhu Yuanzhang, his face a mixture of fear and resentment. Zhu Yuanzhang reached for a long sword at the waist of a soldier beside him and cried out, "Father, Father!!"

"Spare me, spare me!!"

Zhu Di shouted, trying to awaken his father's love. Zhu Yuanzhang raised his long sword high and swung it at Zhu Di. The sword flashed and Zhu Di suddenly woke up from his bed, covered in cold sweat. He then breathed a sigh of relief. It was just a dream. He thought Zhu Yuanzhang had really come back to life and was going to kill him. The sword gleamed, reflecting a cold light in the sunlight. Zhu Yuanzhang gently stroked the long sword in his hand.

"Fourth brother, what's the panic?"

Zhu Yuanzhang turned his head to look at Zhu Di, his eyes mirroring the sky above. Zhu Di knelt down, trembling, "Father, Father!!"

"Spare me, spare me!!"

Zhu Yuanzhang walked down the steps with his sword in hand and kicked Zhu Di, sending him flying a long way. Zhu Di quickly crawled back to his knees. He understood his father's temperament; if he really wanted to kill him, he would have already slashed him with his sword by now, instead of kicking him. At this moment, Zhu Di calmed down a bit, and his life was finally saved.

"If it weren't for the fact that you brought about the Yongle Era of Prosperity, we would have already chopped you down with one stroke."

Zhu Yuanzhang snorted, and as if still not satisfied, kicked Zhu Di a few more times.

Zhu Biao, who was standing nearby, advised, "Father, Fourth Brother must have his reasons."

"As Tianmu just mentioned, he wanted to settle scores with his nephew. Judging from his age, it should be that boy, Yunwen."

"I just don't know what heinous thing this child did that forced my fourth brother to rebel."

Zhu Di was immediately moved to tears. "My elder brother understands me! He understands me! He's my savior, my elder brother!"

"What else could it be? The information about the civil service group was mentioned on the sky screen earlier."

"Yunwen was also close to Confucian scholars, kind-hearted, and easily influenced."

"It must have been the civil service group that instigated him to target our sons."

Zhu Yuanzhang now harbors deep resentment towards the civil service, believing that it was Zhu Yunwen who was misled by them, leading to this catastrophic disaster.

However, he was still very curious about how the battle was fought. "Fourth brother, you've made something of yourself. As a prince with such a small force, you were able to win that battle in later generations. It's clear that you've learned some real skills from your father-in-law these past few years."

Zhu Di scratched his head, somewhat embarrassed. "Father, actually, I still can't figure out how I won that battle in later generations?"

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