Ming Dynasty: Charge, Emperor Yongle!

Chapter 81 Wang Baobao's Decision: Xu Da is a father, and so am I!

Xu Da wanted to make plans for his daughter.

"He gave Zhu Di an opportunity by being the commander-in-chief of the army."

"Zhu Di produced a great general of the Ming Dynasty."

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"I... am also a father."

Wang Baobao realized he had misspoke and corrected himself in time. He was no longer the Prince of Qi of the Great Yuan Dynasty, but an official of the Great Ming Dynasty.

"But why did you put me in charge of the north-facing rooms?"

Where is Auntie?

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Hai Bie looked worried and completely bewildered.

"I have my own arrangements for Minmin."

"The north-facing room is your dowry, and it's the ceremonial regalia that will help you establish yourself in the Prince of Yan's mansion."

"Only if you control the north-facing room will Zhu Di treat you differently, instead of using your looks to please others like he does with others."

"Who do you think this Prince Yan of the Ming Dynasty serves? A young man, a prodigal son, or a纨绔 (wan ku, a spoiled brat)?"

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"No, he was a man of extraordinary talent who, at the age of three, led 800 men to destroy Fu Yuan."

"I don't believe he would willingly submit to the Crown Prince of the Ming Dynasty, and I don't believe he never coveted the throne."

"His power and status all came from Emperor Zhu, and a hidden force was key to his control over the country."

Wang Baobao stroked Hai Bie's face, gently guiding him like a loving father.

This was the last thing he, as a father, could do for his daughter, to lay a lasting foundation for Haibie in the Prince of Yan's mansion.

As long as Zhu Di wasn't stupid, he would know how important the northern-facing rooms in Hai Bie's hands could be.

"Yes, Hai, remember that."

Hai Biezhen nodded slightly, silently keeping these words in mind.

Meanwhile, in the rear hall of the Qin King's Palace.

"Princess."

"This is a secret letter sent by the King."

Ulan Tuya handed a secret letter to Wang Yuemin.

Sizzle!

Wang Yuemin tore open the wax seal, took out the letter inside, and examined it carefully.

After reading its contents, her once bright eyes dimmed, and she placed the letter in the candlelight, watching it burn to ashes.

"Princess."

Ulan Tuya noticed the change in her expression and asked with concern.

"Ulan Tuya".

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"From now on, you will stay by Haibie's side."

What?

Ulan Tuya's face changed drastically, and she exclaimed in horror, "Princess, you don't want me anymore?"

"Did I do something wrong? I don't want to leave you."

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No, you're fine.

Wang Yuemin forced a smile and comforted her, "This matter has nothing to do with you."

"My brother wrote that Hai has taken over the north-facing house. She's still young and needs help, which is why I asked you to help her."

Princess Fuli.

Ulan Tuya opened her eyes wide, her mind filled with doubt.

Why would Wang Baobao, who was still alive, entrust the north-facing room to Boyalun Haibie?

Entrusting the southern quarters to Wang Yuemin was a last resort, with the hope that the southern quarters could continuously gather intelligence about the Ming Dynasty and send it back to the northern desert.

"You go first, leave me alone."

Wang Yuemin raised her hand, signaling him to leave.

"Yes."

Left with no other choice, Ulan Tuya had to leave the Qin Prince's mansion.

After she left, Wang Yuemin walked step by step to the outside of the palace, stood under the laurel tree, looked at the starry sky, and thought of her childhood in Kaifeng, on the grassland. The sky back then was bluer, and there were more and brighter stars than she saw now.

Father, Mother, I miss you!

A tear welled up in Wang Yuemin's eyes. She had had enough of these days that felt like an eternity. Wang Baobao's letter was the last straw that broke the camel's back.

The fifth year of Hongwu, the eleventh month.

Huaining, Anqing Prefecture, Jiangbei Province, Henan.

As winter deepens, the biting cold intensifies. The great river rushes into the sea, where the sky and water meet in a vast expanse. The reeds, withered and pale, rustle in the wind.

"Your Highness."

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"Tomorrow we will take a boat from the ferry and go directly down the river to land at Longwan Port in Yingtian Prefecture."

Zhang Wu reported to his superiors in an orderly manner.

"Um."

Nodding slightly, Zhu Di asked calmly, "Have Tie Xuan and Master Daoyan sent people to guard their places?"

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"I assigned 12 quick-handed brothers."

Zhang Wu replied earnestly.

"it is good."

Before Zhu Di could finish speaking, the sound of noisy footsteps from ten miles away reached his ears. Judging from the footsteps, there were at least three hundred people approaching.

Immediately, his eyes narrowed, and he said coldly, "Pass down the order: don armor and prepare for battle; firefighters, refill the flammable materials."

"Yes."

Zhang Wu's expression changed, and he hurriedly went to make arrangements.

Soon, the hundreds of Prince Yan's personal guards who were staying at the post station donned their armor and weapons, their muskets loaded with gunpowder and lead bullets, ready for battle.

"master."

"What's going on?"

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Seeing the guards of the Prince of Yan looking as if they were facing a formidable enemy, Tie Xuan, who was inside the room, couldn't help but feel a little panicked.

"It seems that someone is willing to take the risk of destroying all traces before His Highness enters the capital."

Dao Yan's gaze was deep and unfathomable, as if he could see the approaching enemy through the darkness of the night.

"Huh?"

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Tie Xuan trembled and gripped the short firearm that Zhang Wu had just given him tightly in both hands.

Time ticked by, and hundreds of burly figures dressed in black and wielding steel knives approached the post station, their footsteps growing ever closer.

"Who is it?"

The soldiers at the post station noticed something amiss and issued a warning.

"Pfft!"

The figure in black moved with the speed of a tiger descending a mountain, decapitating the victim with a single blow, blood gushing from the neck.

"Break down the door."

Amidst the crowd, a cold, sharp voice rang out, and more than a dozen figures carrying a battering ram slammed heavily towards the gate of the post station.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

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The repeated impacts forced the tightly closed door open, and the bolt snapped off.

"Smack!!!"

In an instant, the door collapsed to the ground, revealing the scene behind it.

"Fire!"

Zhang Wu slashed downwards with his long sword.

The Prince of Yan's personal guards, who had been waiting for a long time, lit the fuses and aimed at the attacking enemy.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

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Instantly, flames spewed forth, and smoke filled the air. The black-clad figure at the forefront collapsed to the ground with a scream as blood bloomed on his chest.

"kill!

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A loud shout rang out from the crowd, and the men in black, who had been slowed down by the sudden attack, came to their senses and continued to advance fearlessly.

"beat!

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Zhang Wu, with a stern expression, gave another order.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The Prince of Yan's personal guards in the front row knelt on one knee, and the second row opened fire again, with countless lead bullets gushing out from the smoke and flames.

"ah?!

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"Pfft!"

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Another group of men in black fell to the ground in pools of blood.

Three consecutive fire attacks left dozens of corpses on the scene, and the enemy had already appeared in front of them.

"snort!"

"Utterly worthless!"

Zhu Di snorted coldly and rushed into the crowd like the wind. With a swift movement, he wielded his blade, and the hidden force penetrated the enemy's body through the tip of the blade, destroying their heart meridians. One by one, the men in black fell to the ground, bleeding from their seven orifices and dying.

"kill!"

Zhang Wu then rushed out of the post station, and the Prince of Yan's personal guards abandoned their firearms and drew their swords to rush forward.

In an instant, the inn was filled with shouts of battle, the clash of swords and the glint of blades. Every time weapons clashed, a piercing sound rang out, and life and death hung by a thread.