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

After Zhu Ming appeared, he did not let the somersault cloud carry him down, but instead flipped over and jumped down from the cloud.

He could jump from a height of three or four meters without hesitation.

The crowd below turned pale with fright and shouted in unison, "Sixth Prince! Be careful—!"

Before the words had even finished,

Zhu Ming landed on the ground with a thud, as if he had jumped down the steps without even bending over.

He brushed off imaginary dust from his clothes, looked up at Huang Zi'an and the others who looked tense, and asked innocently, "What did you tell me to be careful of?"

Huang Zi'an: "..."

I almost forgot, the Sixth Prince is different from these weak and helpless ordinary people.

They're cultivators; let alone a height of three or four meters, even if it's thirty or forty meters, they'd be fine jumping down.

Huang Zi'an swallowed hard, looked at the three or four-meter height, then at Zhu Ming who seemed completely unaffected, and could only manage to squeeze out two dry words: "...It's nothing."

Zhu understood him at first glance, then ignored him and turned to look at Sister Miaoyun.

Upon seeing her, Zhu Ming immediately put on a smile and was about to greet her.

The next second, Xu Miaoyun pounced on her.

She hugged Zhu Ming tightly, tighter than ever before, as if afraid he would run away, or as if she had grasped a lifeline.

Don't be fooled by how she stood under the lamp, raising her hands to suppress hundreds of people, exuding domineering aura and overwhelming power.

But in the end, she was just a thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl.

Tonight is the first time she has ordered a killing.

Zhao An and Hu Wan died right in front of her, their heads falling to the ground, their blood splattering far and wide, flowing all the way to her feet.

Don't be fooled by her calm exterior; her heart is in turmoil.

But she dared not be afraid, nor could she be afraid.

With over twenty men watching her, if she showed any weakness, the whole courtyard would collapse.

Until this moment, when I saw Zhu Ming again.

The tension she had been holding all night finally eased.

Zhu Ming was held tightly in her arms, his vision went completely black, and he found it difficult to breathe.

He really wanted to say: Sister Miaoyun, why are your pectoral muscles so exaggerated?

But he had difficulty even breathing, let alone speaking.

After a long while, he finally heard Xu Miaoyun's muffled voice, with a slightly nasal tone:

"...Why did you take so long to arrive?"

"...No, I'm late! Oh no, the bowl's already empty...!"

Zhu Ming struggled in her arms, but the more he struggled, the less he could breathe.

Huang Zi'an, who was standing to the side, couldn't bear to watch any longer and cautiously reminded her, "Miss Xu... if you don't let go of the Sixth Prince, he might faint."

Xu Miaoyun was startled, and then suddenly woke up.

Looking down, I saw that the little one in my arms had turned red in the face, and only then did I belatedly realize how tightly and out of line I had been holding him.

Her face flushed, turning bright red all the way to her ears. She quickly released her hands, took a half step back, and spat out a mouthful of embarrassment and annoyance:

"rogue!"

The sound wasn't loud, but Zhu Ming heard it clearly.

Zhu Ming had just regained his freedom and was gasping for breath when he heard this, and he immediately stopped.

He blinked and looked at Xu Miaoyun with a blank expression.

What does that mean?

What did I do? Am I a hooligan?

Xu Miaoyun felt a strange sensation in her chest and felt extremely ashamed. Afraid of being discovered, she quickly changed the subject, asking, "Ming'er, when did you arrive?"

"Me?" Zhu Ming scratched his head, looking completely innocent. "I arrived a long time ago."

"I was already there when those people broke in."

Upon hearing this, Xu Miaoyun's eyebrows immediately shot up, she put one hand on her hip, and glared at him angrily:

"So you've been here for ages! Why didn't you show yourself?!"

"Are you hiding in the clouds, waiting to see me make a fool of myself?!"

"No way!" Zhu Ming quickly waved his hand, a fawning smile plastered on his face. "What embarrassment? It was clearly my sister who displayed her divine power and domineering aura!"

"Let me tell you, I was completely stunned when I saw it from the clouds. I almost wanted to kneel down right then and there and shout, 'Your Majesty!'"

Xu Miaoyun, who had been keeping a straight face, burst out laughing when she heard him say that.

She reached out and gently tapped Zhu Ming's forehead with her finger, laughing and scolding, "You smooth talker! I wonder where you learned all those words from?"

Zhu Ming tilted his head back and chuckled.

After catching up, Xu Miaoyun remembered the important matter. Her expression turned serious, and she quickly explained the plans of the Zhao and Hu families.

They even mentioned that they had sent people back to fetch reinforcements, and that reinforcements were on their way.

"I know." Zhu Ming nodded, not flustered at all. "I saw it from the sky just now."

"There are two groups of people." He counted on his fingers, speaking casually, as if they were just two flocks of ducks.

"One group came from the east, and another group came from the west. Each group had several hundred people, and together they were..."

He held out both hands and did a quick calculation:

"There are probably over a thousand people."

"Over a thousand people?!" Upon hearing this, Huang Zi'an's legs went weak, and his voice changed. "Sixth Prince, there are over a thousand people on the other side, and we only have less than thirty capable fighters in our courtyard!"

He wrung his hands anxiously, then looked at Zhu Ming: "Your Highness, perhaps... perhaps we should retreat first?!"

Zhu Ming glanced at him and smiled:

"Withdraw? Withdraw what? A thousand people is just right, saves me the trouble of going to find them one by one."

Huang Zi'an opened his mouth, wanting to persuade him again.

Before he could even speak, Wang Defa, who was standing to the side, beat him to it.

"Sixth Prince!" Wang Defa knelt down before Zhu Ming with a thud, head bowed. "I am guilty! I ruined everything tonight, causing our brothers to be surrounded. It's all my fault!"

"Your Highness, please give me a knife so I can atone for my sins!" he cried fiercely. "I'll rush out to the army camp to fetch reinforcements, even if I die on the way, I will never be a burden to anyone!"

Zhu Ming turned to look at him, and the innocent smile on his face vanished instantly.

Wang Defa knelt on the ground, his whole body trembling, his head lowered, not daring to look up at the Sixth Prince.

After a long pause, Zhu Ming finally spoke, his voice neither loud nor soft: "Wang Defa, you don't need to blame yourself. I believe that if someone in this world had the same experience as you, they might not have done as well as you."

The courtyard fell silent instantly upon hearing this.

Wang Defa suddenly raised his head, his eyes already red.

To his utter surprise, the Sixth Prince did not punish him but instead comforted him.

How could he possibly bear this? How could he possibly bear this?

Overwhelmed by guilt, Wang Defa felt an overwhelming urge to grab a knife and rush out to fight the thieves outside.

Seeing his appearance, Zhu Ming couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

His wife was trained to be like a dog, and his only son was murdered. Now, his family is ruined and his life is over.

Do you think there's anyone in this world more miserable than him?

How can you expect someone like that to be punished?

Zhu Ming couldn't bear it, and couldn't bring himself to do it.

"Get up," Zhu Ming said. "You don't need to risk your life to get reinforcements. I have my own ways of dealing with these thousands of people tonight."

Upon hearing this,

Several question marks simultaneously popped into Huang Zi'an's and Wang Defa's minds.

There are thousands of people on the other side, not thousands of pigs!

Even if you had thousands of pigs, you couldn't kill them all by dawn!

This little rascal, surely he knows what a thousand people means?

Finally, Huang Zi'an couldn't hold back any longer and asked in a low voice, "Um... Your Highness, there are over a thousand people on the other side. You said you have a plan, could you tell me what it is?"

"Hmm?" Zhu Ming tilted his head, gave a mysterious smile, and said, "You want to know?"

Huang Zi'an and Wang Defa nodded quickly.

"No, that'll ruin the fun," Zhu Ming waved his hand, directing like a little adult. "Alright, alright, stop standing here. Listen to me, all of you go inside, or you'll get trampled to death!"

"Huh?" Huang Zian looked bewildered. "Hiding?"

"Yes, hide." Zhu Ming winked. "You'll find out soon enough."

Huang Zi'an and Wang Defa looked at each other, still not quite understanding.

But seeing how confident the Sixth Prince was...

The two had no choice but to swallow their words and then urge everyone to hide inside the house.

Footsteps grew closer outside the courtyard wall.

Two groups of people arrived almost simultaneously, one from the east and one from the west, and stood in unison outside the courtyard.

The torches blazed brightly, illuminating the entire street as if it were daytime.

The crowd was dense and crowded, numbering at least a thousand.

There were two people in the lead.

The one on the left, around thirty years old, has a fair complexion and bears a resemblance to Zhao An in his features.

This person was Zhao An's younger brother, Zhao Le.

The man on the right is a burly man in his mid-twenties, with broad shoulders and a thick, fleshy face. He carries a large, thick-backed knife at his waist. This man is Hu Wan's eldest son, Hu Ge.

Zhao Le looked up at the quiet courtyard, her brows furrowing slightly. "Why is it so quiet? Where's my older brother?"

Hugh replied in a muffled voice, "My dad said he'd send a signal once we succeeded. We haven't seen any signal along the way... Could something have gone wrong?"

The two exchanged a glance, both feeling a sense of foreboding.

Zhao Le waved his hand behind him: "Surround them! Encircle the yard completely, don't let a single fly out!"

Thousands of people scattered in a flash, completely surrounding the courtyard.

Zhao Le and Hu Ge didn't waste any words. They first ordered their men to break down the gate, and then selected a few daring spies to go in and investigate.

The spies crouched low and slipped into the courtyard, but after a few steps, they suddenly stopped and froze.

The courtyard was littered with corpses and bloodstains, lying haphazardly on the ground, the stench of blood filling the air.

Are you asking if there are any living people?

Yes, but there is only one.

In the courtyard, a six-year-old child sat in a grand chair, smiling at them.

The spies exchanged glances, then shrank back and reported everything they had seen to Zhao Le and Hu Ge.

"Reporting to the two masters, there are no ambushes in the courtyard."

"No ambush?" Zhao Le frowned. "Then why are you panicking?"

"The courtyard is littered with dead bodies." The scout swallowed hard. "There's only one living person."

"One?" Hugh asked in a muffled voice. "Who?"

"A five or six-year-old brat," the scout said, "who even claimed to be the Sixth Prince of the Great Ming Dynasty, telling us to go in and talk to him if we had anything to say."

Zhao Le and Hu Ge both fell silent.

After a moment, the two looked at each other, their expressions turning somber.

The courtyard was full of dead bodies, except for a little baby who was waiting there.

Presumably, his elder brother/father is now... likely dead.

Zhao Le and Hu Ge stood outside the gate, neither daring to take that step.

After a long pause, Zhao Le spoke first, saying with a forced smile, "Nephew Hu, you're young and strong, and quite skilled. Why don't you go in and scout ahead?"

"Uncle Zhao, what you're saying is true." Hu Ge grinned. "You're the elder, and according to seniority, you should be the one to invite me first."

"Hey—" Zhao Le waved his hand, "I'm getting old, my legs aren't as nimble as they used to be, you young people are so energetic."

"Don't be like that." Hu Ge chuckled. "I've heard that the little kid in that courtyard is quite eccentric. You're very knowledgeable, so you could help us take a look."

The two of them spoke politely to each other, pushing and shoving each other back and forth, but neither of them moved forward.

After pushing and shoving for a dozen or so times, Zhao Le finally couldn't hold back any longer and sneered:

"Nephew Hu, you're not afraid of that five or six-year-old kid, are you?"

Hu Ge blushed and retorted sarcastically, "Uncle Zhao, aren't you afraid? You should be more advanced!"

Zhao Le: "..."

Hugh: "..."

The two stared at each other, standing outside the gate, neither moving.

With thousands of people watching from behind, the atmosphere became somewhat awkward for a moment.

Finally, the two agreed to go in together.

No one should try to take advantage of anyone else.

Zhao Le called thirty of his men, and Hu Ge also called thirty. The group of men surrounded the two of them in layers, protecting them in the middle. Only then did they muster their courage and move step by step into the courtyard.

As soon as they stepped into the courtyard, their expressions changed simultaneously.

In the center of the courtyard, a table had appeared out of nowhere.

On the table, two human heads were neatly arranged.

The one on the left is Zhao An.

The one on the right is Hu Wan.

Their eyes were still half-open, their faces unclosed in death.

"Big brother—!"

"Father--!"

Zhao Le and Hu Ge shouted at the same time.

Hugh's voice was filled with shock and pain, his eyes instantly reddened, and his whole body was trembling. He took two steps forward and almost knelt down in front of the table.

Zhao Le also called out "Big Brother," but his voice... no matter how you listened to it, it carried an indescribable lightness.

He even stood there for a while longer.

Only then did they slowly walk over.

He carefully examined Zhao An's head.

He kept calling out "Big Brother, Big Brother," but the corners of his mouth unconsciously curled up slightly.

Oh no, it was pressed down.

Unfortunately, it wasn't packed very tightly.

"You've finally arrived."

Suddenly, a child's voice, sweet and innocent, came from ahead.

Zhu Ming was sitting in a grand chair, legs crossed, smiling at them, and pointed to the two human heads on the table.

"The things on the table are gifts I specially prepared for you. What do you think? Do you like them?"

These words were tantamount to adding fuel to the fire.

Hu Ge suddenly raised his head, his eyes wide with rage, staring intently at Zhu Ming, his voice trembling.

"You killed my father?!"

"Who gave you the audacity to kill my father?!"

Zhu Ming looked at him with a look that seemed to want to devour him alive, but he wasn't afraid at all. Instead, he sneered.

"You rascal, did you drink too much wild dog milk when you were a puppy?"

"Your father led a group of men into my yard in the middle of the night, stealing and killing people to cover it up—I've already been merciful enough by not exterminating your entire family."

"And you actually have the nerve to come here and question me?"

"I've really given you too much credit!"

Hughes was speechless, his chest heaving violently, his hand gripping the knife clenching so tightly it made a cracking sound, and his face turned a deep purplish-red.