The Ming Dynasty: Starting with the Somersault Cloud, Old Zhu was so envious he cried!

Two constables stepped forward, grabbed Hua An's shoulders from both sides, and shoved him to the ground.

Hua An's knees buckled, and he knelt down with a "thud".

Immediately afterwards, an executioner, carrying a long, gleaming sword, slowly walked up from behind.

It looked like someone was about to be beheaded.

"Wait!!"

Hua An suddenly let out a roar.

He didn't know where the strength came from, but with a jerk of his shoulder, he managed to make the two constables holding him stumble.

His eyes were red, the veins on his neck stood out, and he roared at the top of his lungs at Zhu Ming in front of him:

"Your Highness, are you really going to be this ruthless?"

"We're both from the same hometown, we both came from there. In this ancient world where human life is treated like dirt, shouldn't we help each other? Why do you insist on killing each other? What good does that do you?"

Zhu Ming didn't speak, just quietly looked at Hua An, as if he were looking at a dying salted fish.

Seeing that he didn't answer, Hua An thought he had touched on his secret, so he moved forward again and roared with a ferocious expression:

"And you can't kill me, because I know your secret!!"

"You think you've got it all figured out? But you've forgotten, I came from that place too."

"If you dare kill me, don't blame us for dying together!"

These words were spoken.

Huang Zi'an and Wang Defa's expressions changed simultaneously. How dare this man threaten the safety of the Sixth Prince! He deserves to die!

Wang Defa roared at the executioner behind Hua An, "What are you standing there for? Get to the torture now!"

The executioner, after being yelled at by Wang Defa, did not hesitate any longer. He grabbed Hua An by the hair and pulled him back, exposing the back of his neck.

Hua An was trembling all over.

He turned his head to look at the figure in front of him.

Zhu Ming remained calm and unhurried.

He stood with his hands behind his back, not even glancing up.

Hua An's eyes gradually turned red.

He knew that if he didn't say something soon, it would really be too late.

"etc!!"

He suddenly turned his head, and the sound he shouted was so loud it was split in two!

"Don't think I'm afraid to speak up!"

"You are not the Sixth Prince at all!!"

"According to historical records, the Sixth Prince is Zhu Zhen, the Prince of Chu!"

Upon hearing this, the room fell into a deathly silence.

Huang Zi'an and Wang Defa turned their heads sharply, their eyes wide open.

Hua An had already made up his mind to die together with Zhu Ming, so he no longer concealed his intentions and continued to roar at the top of his lungs:

"Don't think I don't know. The Sixth Prince of the Ming Dynasty is actually Prince Chu, Zhu Zhen. Who do you think you are to dare use that name to swindle people!"

He roared until he was hoarse, his chest heaving violently, his eyes fixed on Zhu Ming.

Wait and see his expression change drastically, wait and see him show a look of exasperation.

However, one second, two seconds, ten seconds...

A minute has passed!

Zhu Ming's expression finally changed, but not with anger; instead, he smiled with unusual joy.

"Hahaha, you say I'm an imposter? Then I'd like to ask you, what evidence do you have to prove I'm an imposter?"

Wang De, who was standing nearby, said anxiously, "Your Highness, why waste your breath on this kind of person? I'd rather kill him with one stroke to avoid disturbing your peace."

However, Zhu Ming waved his hand and laughed, "No rush, let him speak first. I want to see what kind of trouble he can come up with!"

At this moment, although Hua An was being held down by two constables, he was not flustered. Instead, he sneered and gave a sense of despair.

"Evidence? You want evidence?"

Hua An raised his chin, meeting Zhu Ming's gaze directly: "Alright, let me tell you, when Zhu Yuanzhang named his sons, which one didn't have the 'wood' radical?"

"Zhu Biao, Zhu Shuang, Zhu Gang, Zhu Di..."

He gave several examples, then his voice suddenly rose: "Which of these names doesn't have the 'wood' radical?"

"How come when it comes to you, all that's left is the word 'Ming'?"

"Where's the character for 'wood'?! Tell me, where is it?!"

This statement is powerful and resounding.

Huang Zian subconsciously swallowed and secretly glanced at Zhu Ming's expression.

Wang Defa opened his mouth as if to reprimand the other party, but for some reason, the sound got stuck in his throat.

This naming convention sounds like it might actually be true.

Even Empress Ma, who was standing quietly behind Zhu Ming, nodded thoughtfully.

Her phoenix eyes fell on Hua An, scrutinizing him from head to toe, as if this was the first time she had ever truly looked at him.

This guy is something else.

The matter of Chongba naming his son...

Not to mention the common people below, even many of the veteran officials in her palace who have served for many years might not have noticed this.

How did this person know?

Zhu Ming, however, seemed to have anticipated this move, remaining calm and even chuckling lightly.

"Based on this alone, you dare to conclude that I am an imposter?"

"Of course not!!"

Hua An stared at Zhu Ming with venomous eyes, gritting his teeth as he said, "Your name is Zhu Ming, right?"

He pronounced those two words slowly and deliberately, emphasizing each syllable: "Zhu—Ming—Zhu—Ming!"

"Isn't this just tantamount to annihilating the Ming Dynasty!"

"If it's an accident that your name doesn't have the wood radical, then even if Zhu Yuanzhang were stupid and bad at naming children, he wouldn't give his own son such an unlucky name!"

The room fell silent again after he said that.

But this time, the stillness was different from before.

Huang Zi'an and Wang Defa were so frightened that they broke out in a cold sweat.

The more the two thought about it, the more they felt that Hua An's words made some sense.

Zhu Ming – Exterminate Ming!

It does sound rather ominous.

Could it be that this Sixth Prince is really an imposter?

What did we just do?

The more they thought about it, the more panicked they became, but they didn't dare to question Zhu Ming. So, they trembled uncontrollably, as if they had a small electric motor attached to them!

As for Hua An, he didn't know what Zhu Mingfei was after going to such lengths to impersonate a Ming prince.

Is he plotting to usurp the throne? Or does he have other schemes?

He couldn't figure it out.

But what does it matter?

If he were to expose this secret in front of the entire city today—regardless of Zhu Ming's motives—this whole game would be over.

Who would believe a fake prince? Who would dare to follow him?

When the people realize they've been deceived, they might even tear him apart in a fit of rage.

This was Hua An's plan to perish together with his opponent.

But the result was somewhat different from what he had imagined.

Because nothing happened after he finished speaking.

The wind is still the same wind, and the people are still the same group of people.

Those who should be craning their necks are still craning their necks.

Those waiting to be beheaded were still staring at the knife in the executioner's hand.

Several people were even huddled together, whispering amongst themselves.

"Hey, what was that kid yelling about just now?"

"I didn't hear clearly. It sounded like they were talking about our prince, not the sixth prince?"

"Huh? Who is the Sixth Prince?"

"How would I know?" the other person scratched his head. "I think his name was... something like King Chu, Zhu... Zhu something?"

"Zhu Zhen?"

"Yes, yes, that's the name."

"oh--"

Then, it was gone.