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

Hua An didn't understand.

He really didn't understand.

Why aren't these people reacting at all?

They've been scammed!

A fake is riding roughshod over you, shouldn't you be angry? Shouldn't you feel like you've been played?

But what he didn't know was that,

This is not the place he came from.

The people here have just survived a severe drought.

The fields yielded nothing; even the grass roots and tree bark were eaten away.

we can even say,

Which family hasn't had someone starve to death?

Others eat meat at every one of their three meals a day.

They're lucky if they can get a bowl of rice porridge a day.

And this hasn't been going on for just a day or two; it's been every single day.

As I endured it, the people around me disappeared one by one.

To them,

These days have felt like living in hell.

I'm hungry whether I open my eyes or close them, I'm hungry no matter where I go.

A sense of despair permeated every moment.

Then one day, Zhu Ming arrived.

He threw a grand banquet here, inviting all the people of the city to eat. The table was laden with all kinds of delicious food, far more than they could possibly finish.

Besides these,

Zhu Ming also avenged them, avenging those grudges they could never have fulfilled in their lifetime.

Hua An was unaware of these matters.

He can't see it either.

All he knew was to use the measure of whether this prince was real or not to judge these people.

But these people don't even have this yardstick in their hearts.

For them,

Don't say that Zhu Ming was just a fake prince.

Even if one day he raises his hand, stands on the city wall and shouts, "Are kings and generals born with special privileges?" and leads them to rebel against Zhu Yuanzhang!

These people followed him anyway.

They'll follow whoever gives them a way to survive.

Whether it's true or not, who cares?

but,

I don't know how others reacted.

But there was one person who was furious.

It's not the Ming Dynasty.

She was originally trying to find out about the man's background.

As a result, this person claimed that her Ming'er was an imposter and even attributed the status of the legitimate son to Zhu Zhen.

Finally, she even said that her son's name was unlucky!

Every single sentence is a wild dance to Empress Ma's minefield.

This is truly... intolerable!

She stepped forward, speaking before Zhu Ming could, "You just said—that the name I gave you is unlucky?"

Hua An raised his head upon hearing this.

He was completely stunned by just one glance.

The woman standing next to Zhu Ming was dressed in simple, ordinary clothes.

But that face—

It's absolutely stunning.

She's not the kind of beautiful with heavy makeup.

It's the kind of thing that's clear and beautiful, like freshly melted snow water in a mountain stream, giving people a sense of ethereal beauty, as if she weren't an ordinary woman.

Hua An opened his mouth, but his mind didn't quite process what he was saying.

No.

This beautiful woman.

Who are you?

He was so focused on competing with Zhu Ming that he didn't even notice that there was such a beautiful woman standing next to him.

Empress Ma didn't care whether he was confused or not.

She looked at Hua An, her chest heaving slightly, and asked angrily, "Do you know why Chongba and I named him Zhu Ming?"

Empress Ma looked at him, her tone softening, but each word was as firm as a nail: "When I was pregnant with him, my health was already failing. The imperial physicians all said that this pregnancy was unlikely to be successful."

"But in the end, he was born, while I was perfectly fine. Do you know why?"

Before Hua An could reply.

Empress Ma continued speaking, though her eyes were slightly red.

"It was while he was inside my womb that he transferred that bit of innate vital energy back to me."

"He gave his own life to save mine, his mother's life."

Zhu Ming stood to the side, eyes downcast, without saying a word.

Empress Ma's voice became somewhat choked.

"On the day this child was born, he was barely breathing and couldn't even cry."

"The imperial physicians from the Imperial Hospital took the child's pulse, shook their heads, and told me that the child's body was severely weakened and that he would likely face a difficult and sickly life..."

Even if they survive, they won't live past eight years old.

She spoke the last few words very softly.

But these few words were like huge rocks, crashing into everyone's heart.

Empress Ma continued:

"I have begged so many people and burned incense so many times that I have lost count."

"Later, I figured it out."

"Since the imperial physician says he can't suppress this life—"

"Then I will use this vast empire to suppress him."

She slowly raised her hand and suddenly pointed at Zhu Ming.

Even the jade hairpin in her hair trembled slightly with this movement.

"The name of the Ming Dynasty is Ming."

"I will take the character 'Ming' as his name."

"I intend to borrow the fortune of the entire Ming Dynasty and the blessings of this vast land to ward off disaster and suppress his fate!"

"If only my son could live peacefully for one more day, and then another."

At this point, she suddenly lowered her head, her phoenix eyes fixed on Hua An, her chest heaving violently.

The sadness I felt just now was burned away in an instant, leaving only a raging anger that had been suppressed for many years.

"This character '明'—"

"It's not the bad luck you're talking about!"

"This is what I, the Empress, reclaimed from Heaven, bit by bit, by sacrificing the very fortune of this vast empire!"

She abruptly flicked her sleeve and said sharply:

"Tell me now—"

"Is this name unlucky?"

At this moment, Hua An finally understood the identity of the woman in front of him.

That was the first empress of the Ming Dynasty.

Zhu Chongba's wife.

The only empress in history without any blemishes.

Hua An felt like his world was collapsing.

But before he died,

He wanted to disgust Zhu Ming even more.

"Your Majesty, your son has been taken away..."

However, after Empress Ma finished speaking, she didn't even bother to look at Hua An again.

She simply raised her hand slightly.

"Cut it down."

The two words "light and airy" can determine a person's life or death.

Hua An hadn't finished speaking yet.

The executioner swung his blade suddenly, and a flash of light appeared.

"puff."

A human head rolled away a long way.

Blood was sprayed all over the ground.

Hua An opened his eyes wide, as if he had died with his eyes wide open in disbelief.

You can cut off my head after I finish speaking!

Hua An is dead.

As for Li Fengxian, there's no need to say more.

Not long after, he was also dragged out, executed with a single stroke, and sent down to join Hua An.

Thus, the Li family, who had lorded it over Qingshui County for decades, finally met a tragic end: the entire family was executed, leaving no one alive.

Once everything is settled.

Zhu Ming walked to Empress Ma's side, reached out his small hand, and gently grasped Empress Ma's large hand.

He didn't speak.

Just hold it like that.

It was as if it were saying, "Mother, don't be sad, I'm doing just fine now."

Empress Ma lowered her head and saw the worried expression on her son's face.

Her eyes suddenly welled up with tears, and she quickly raised her right hand to wipe the corner of her eyes with her sleeve.

Then he bent down and pulled Zhu Ming into his arms.

She stroked Zhu Ming's little head, her voice still a little hoarse, but she smiled and said, "Mommy is fine. I'm already very content to see you grow up healthy and happy."