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

Just as Hugh was wondering how to refute this.

Zhao Le then spoke up, stepping forward and offering a forced, insincere bow:

"Sixth Prince, you can't say that."

"Who said my brother came to rob us or kill us to cover his tracks?" He spoke without batting an eye, "I clearly remember that my brother heard His Highness was in danger tonight, so he specially led men to come overnight to protect him!"

"My elder brother meant well, bringing his men to protect you." He pointed to the severed head on the table, his voice deepening. "And what was the result? The head is laid out on the table. Your Highness, what kind of mess is this?"

As soon as Zhao Le finished speaking, Hu Ge quickly jumped in to chime in:

"Uncle Zhao is right!" he echoed loudly. "My father is too! He only rushed here with his men tonight after hearing that His Highness the Sixth Prince was in danger!"

"Who knew that His Highness would not only be ungrateful, but also kill my father and Uncle Zhao's elder brother!" Hu Ge became more and more aggrieved as he spoke, his voice growing louder and louder, "Is there any justice in this world?!"

He spoke with great passion, as if he had truly suffered a great injustice.

If you didn't know the details, just by listening to his tone, you would really think that the Zhao and Hu families were loyal ministers and generals who were devoted to protecting their lord.

Inside the room, Huang Zi'an and Wang Defa peered through the crack in the window, listening intently to everything that was being said outside.

The two of them were so angry that their faces turned green.

"Those two bastards!" Huang Zi'an cursed in a low voice, "They clearly came to steal and kill, yet they have the nerve to claim they're here to protect the emperor?! Bah!"

"What utter bullshit!" Wang Defa couldn't hold back any longer. "I'm going out right now and tear their mouths apart!"

He rolled up his sleeves and was about to rush out, and Huang Zi'an followed suit.

"Stop." Xu Miaoyun's voice came from behind, not loud, but steady.

The two paused in their steps.

"Go back, all of you," Xu Miaoyun said. "His Highness has his reasons for telling you to stay away. If he needed your help, he would have asked long ago."

"But young lady..." Huang Zi'an said anxiously.

"No buts." Xu Miaoyun interrupted him, glancing through the crack in the window at the small figure sitting in the chair outside. A smile played on her lips. "Just wait and see."

Outside the courtyard, Zhao Le and Hu Ge took turns praising each other, repeatedly recounting their achievements and grievances, their tears almost welling up in their eyes.

Zhu Ming sat in the chair without saying a word.

He wasn't angry or anxious; he just rested his chin on his hand and looked at the two of them with a smile.

It's like watching two monkeys perform.

You know what, these two actors' acting skills are much better than all the Best Actor and Actress awards he's ever seen.

It's a waste of their talent that they don't go out and put on a show.

As Zhao Le and Hu Ge talked, their voices began to grow softer and softer.

The little devil's eyes were so quiet, so quiet that it made people uneasy.

The two of them put on a great show for a long time, but the other person didn't even flinch, as if they were looking at nothing at all.

Zhao Le couldn't hold on any longer. He swallowed hard and asked, his neck stiff:

"His Highness is not speaking... Could it be that he has tacitly agreed?"

Zhu Ming tilted his head, crossed his legs, and rested his chin on one hand as he slowly began to speak:

"You two have said all the nice things, do I need to say anything more?"

"With your eloquence, it's a real shame you're not storytellers."

"How about this, tomorrow I'll petition Father Emperor to let the two of you perform a comedy routine in the Imperial Palace?"

Zhao Le and Hu Ge: "..."

Zhu Ming chuckled again, then continued, "Besides, in the middle of the night, over a thousand men, armed with knives, have come in a grand procession to protect you. Is this how your family protects its people?"

"Then I really have to thank your whole family."

Zhao Le and Hu Ge were speechless.

However, Zhao Le is a seasoned veteran with a thick skin.

He rolled his eyes, acted as if nothing had happened, and continued speaking:

"Ahem... Since Your Highness has put it that way, shouldn't there be an explanation for this matter?"

Zhu Ming: "Oh? How do you plan to resolve this?"

Zhao Le rubbed his hands together, finally revealing his true colors: "I've heard that Your Highness possesses a magical mirror capable of replicating anything in the world?"

"My elder brother and Brother Hu both gave their lives to protect Your Highness." He said without batting an eye, "If Your Highness doesn't mind, how about... we take that precious mirror as compensation for our two families?"

"Your Highness, do you think this deal is a good one?"

Zhu Ming: "..."

He paused for a moment, then burst into laughter, slapping his thigh.

"So all these tricks you've pulled are just to get a replica of my mirror?" Zhu Ming nodded as if suddenly realizing something.

Zhao Le and Hu Ge's eyes lit up, and they were about to reply...

Then Zhu Ming pulled out a mirror that was about two meters tall from a small pocket the size of a palm in front of him.

It clattered to the ground, its surface gleaming, shimmering faintly in the moonlight.

Zhao Le and Hu Ge's eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

A pocket the size of a palm, from which a two-meter-tall mirror was pulled out?

How...how did it get in there?!

Zhu Ming patted the mirror and asked with a smile:

"Is this what you're looking for?"

Zhao Le and Hu Ge swallowed hard, staring intently at the mirror with greed in their eyes.

"Yes, that's it, give it to me... give it to me!" Zhao Le stared intently at the mirror, stretched out his hands, and his voice trembled slightly.

Hugh watched longingly from the side, his Adam's apple bobbing, wishing he could rush up and snatch it too.

But Zhu Ming leaned back unhurriedly, placed the mirror aside, and slowly began to speak:

"Wait a minute, when did I say I was going to give you this mirror?"

Zhao Le's outstretched hand froze in mid-air.

A moment later, he became agitated and angrily shouted at Zhu Ming, "Your Highness, you broke your promise! Didn't you just agree to give us this mirror as compensation?!"

Zhu Ming put down his crossed legs, leaned forward, and stared at Zhao Le.

Mingming is a six-year-old child.

But when that gaze fell on him, Zhao Le felt a chill run down his spine.

"Just now, you were the one doing all the talking," Zhu Ming's voice slowed down. "When did I agree to that? I don't know anything about it."

Zhao Le felt uneasy and embarrassed by Zhu Ming's gaze. Pointing at Zhu Ming's nose, she cursed, "You brat, you're playing us!"

Upon hearing this, the thousands of people behind him all took a step forward in unison, brandishing their swords and spears, their torches illuminating Zhu Ming's small face.

But Zhu Ming didn't even lift his eyelids.

Hu Ge, standing nearby, swiftly drew his treasured sword, grinning broadly, and said, "Uncle Zhao, why waste words with this kid?!"

Then, pointing the tip of his knife at Zhu Ming, a sinister smile on his face, he said, "Why don't we just charge up and kill him? Then the mirror will be ours!"

As soon as he finished speaking, someone in the crowd immediately joined in the chant: "Yes, kill him, steal the mirror!"

Thousands of people surrounded a six-year-old child, their menacing demeanor suggesting they were about to tear him to pieces.

Zhu Ming looked at the two of them, then at the dense crowd behind him, and suddenly smiled:

"Oh, so you're finally not acting anymore?"

He slowly stood up, patted his clothes, and spoke in his usual nonchalant tone:

"That's good, it saves me from pretending to be a good person."

Then, he took a small, silvery-white stick out of his pocket.

The stick wasn't big; it fit perfectly in his small hand.

The head of the stick was inlaid with a bright gemstone that shone in the moonlight; it was clearly no ordinary object.