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

"Did you shake the eggs so badly that the yolks broke?"

This was the first time Huang Zian and Wang Defa had ever heard someone threaten another person like this.

You know what, it sounds a bit absurd, but there's also a hint of horror in it that gives you the creeps.

The two nodded vigorously and raised their hands to swear that they would definitely listen to Miss Xu from now on, do whatever she asked, go east if she asked, and chase the dog if she asked, but never chase the chicken.

Even if Miss Xu asked them to drink her foot bath water, they would not say a word.

Of course, they only dared to think these things in their minds, but they wouldn't dare to say them out loud.

After this explanation,

Anyone with eyes can see that.

The Sixth Prince's attitude towards this Miss Xu is quite unusual. Judging from this, she might become the future mistress of the Prince's mansion!

Even if they had the guts, they wouldn't dare offend someone like that!

Wang Defa and Huang Zi'an were even more determined to treat Miss Xu as their own mother after the Sixth Prince left.

After giving his instructions, Zhu Ming was impatient to stay any longer and raised his hand to gesture towards the air.

The half-cloud immediately drifted in front of him, and then the cloud vapor surged and spread out in the spacious shed in the blink of an eye, condensing into a cloud chariot, with flowing curtains and tassels, and faintly surrounded by auspicious vapors.

"Mother, please."

He respectfully helped Empress Ma into the back seat, then stood in front of the carriage and gestured with his hand.

The cloud chariot suddenly rushed forward, and with a "whoosh," it lifted the curtain and rushed out to the open ground outside. Then, it rose from the ground and soared into the sky!

This alarmed those outside.

The constables guarding the gate only saw a white shadow flash before their eyes, and a cloud of mist carrying a carriage crashed into them.

The two were immediately terrified, their legs went weak and they knelt down with a thud, bowing their heads repeatedly as if they were celestial beings descended to earth.

The people who were sitting and eating at the banquet were in an uproar.

Someone cried out and fell to the ground.

Someone dropped their rice bowl on the ground.

Some people have their mouths open for a long time and can't close them.

Then, more people realized what was happening.

They all knelt down in a flurry.

They bowed and worshipped the cloud chariot that was flying higher and higher, muttering incantations, it was hard to tell whether they were shouting "Gods bless us" or "May you live a thousand years."

Huang Zi'an and Wang Defa chased after the shed door, stood below with their necks craned, and stared in disbelief at the cloud chariot flying higher and higher until it was just a white dot on the horizon. They were stunned for a long time.

It just... flew away like that?

The two looked at each other, both seeing the same shock in each other's eyes.

Huang Zi'an is still holding on a bit!

He had already heard from his subordinates that the Sixth Prince had received an extraordinary stroke of luck and successfully entered the Dao Ancestor's tutelage, becoming the Dao Ancestor's personally recognized disciple.

But such things are just stories; who has actually seen them?

But today I saw it with my own eyes.

With a wave of his hand, white clouds appeared; a swirling cloud transformed into a carriage; carrying the Empress, he said "Let's go," and soared into the sky.

This scene shattered the worldviews that the two had built up over decades.

No, the sage said, "The Master did not speak of strange phenomena, physical prowess, disorder, or spirits."

But what's going on here?

So it turns out that even the sage loved to boast.

at the same time,

The Imperial Palace, the Imperial Study.

Zhu Yuanzhang paced back and forth on the gold brick floor with his hands behind his back, his feet moving as if the wind was blowing, the hem of his robe making the memorials spread out on the table rustle loudly.

Sitting on the chair next to him was Zhu Biao, the Crown Prince of the Ming Dynasty.

Seeing his father's anxious and flustered state, he put down his teacup and advised him with a helpless expression:

"Father, please don't walk back and forth. Your eyes are getting dizzy. My sixth brother is with Mother."

"You know what kind of abilities Sixth Brother has now. With Mother following him, there is no way anything will happen to her."

Zhu Yuanzhang paused, turned around and glared at him, snorting, "You're still defending that brat? It's because of him that we're worried about our sister!"

It's clear that this Ming emperor had a lot of opinions about his sixth prince.

To put it bluntly, this guy has repeatedly snatched his wife away right under his nose, and he's getting a little jealous!

However, Crown Prince Zhu Biao looked somewhat displeased upon hearing this.

Everyone knows that Crown Prince Zhu Biao dotes on his younger brothers, but even among them, there are differences in how much he loves them.

If we really have to talk about who I love the most—it's undoubtedly this sixth brother.

Zhu Ming was frail and sickly from a young age, always needing medicine. His older brother, Zhu Biao, truly gave him everything he could, wishing he could offer him all the good things in the world.

He immediately and openly refuted:

"Father, I don't like hearing that. My sixth brother has been sensible since he was a child, unlike what you're saying."

"Besides, didn't you hear Mao Xiang's report yesterday? When it comes to important matters, Sixth Brother is even more thorough than I am in handling things."

Seeing the Crown Prince's flustered and protective manner towards his younger brother, Zhu Yuanzhang felt a surge of disappointment and frustration.

In fact, after Mao Xiang was personally escorted back by the Sixth Prince yesterday, the first thing he did was to be summoned to the Imperial Study and told everything in detail.

What did Mao Xiang say?

It is said that although the Sixth Prince is young, he is very decisive and ruthless in his actions; afterwards, he appeases the villagers in a watertight and orderly manner.

The whole process was handled by someone who is only six years old.

Mao Xiang's last words,

Zhu Yuanzhang still remembers it clearly to this day.

He said that even if he were in the Sixth Prince's position, he might not have been able to do it as well.

Do you think Zhu Yuanzhang was happy to hear that?

That would naturally make me happy.

Which father doesn't hope his son will be successful?

The father felt more proud than if he had won a battle to see his son possess such skills at such a young age.

But this sense of pride didn't last long; a chill, indescribable, crept up on him.

He's only six years old, yet he's already so mature.

What happens next?

When he truly grows up and becomes fully capable...

What if one day those eyes set their sights on the chair under his older brother's butt?

Zhu Yuanzhang was silent for a moment, then suddenly looked up casually and asked tentatively:

"Biao'er, let me ask you a question, and you must answer truthfully. What will you do if one day your sixth brother tries to take the throne from you?"

"What are you saying, Father?" Zhu Biao blurted out without thinking, "Sixth Brother wouldn't do that."

Zhu Yuanzhang was taken aback by his unthinking answer, and after a long pause, he gritted his teeth and continued to press:

"We're talking about 'what if'—what if one day he really gets the idea and wants to be emperor? What are you going to do then?"

"just in case?"

Zhu Biao raised his hand, stroked his chin, and began to ponder seriously.

After a while,

He suddenly clapped his hands, as if he had finally made up his mind, and said calmly, "Then let's give it to him. What else can we do?"

The words had barely left his mouth.

There was a loud "snap" sound.

Zhu Yuanzhang slammed his hand on the imperial desk, making the tea lid jump up.

Zhu Biao was startled, not understanding why his father had suddenly become angry.

"You, you, you—" Zhu Yuanzhang pointed at Zhu Biao, his fingers trembling, so angry he couldn't utter a coherent sentence for a long time. "We asked you what to do, and this is all you say? Give it to him?"

At this point, Zhu Yuanzhang slammed his hand on the table again, puffed out his beard, and glared at him, saying, "Do you think this is like your sixth brother fighting with you for a piece of candy or a kite when you were little?"

"This is the throne! This vast empire! The place where ten thousand kneel in worship, and where one falls to be shattered to pieces!"