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

A single, casual remark instantly extinguished Old Zhu's burning anger.

He didn't need to guess who the speaker was; after all, in the entire palace, no one but the master of Kunning Palace would dare to speak to him in such a tone.

"Sister, you're back!" Zhu Yuanzhang said in a somber tone.

A moment later, he moved slightly, and Eunuch Li, who was standing nearby, quickly stepped forward to carefully support him.

They also brought soft cushions and pillows to place behind Old Zhu so that he could lean comfortably against the bed.

Once everything was in place, Zhu Yuanzhang looked up and took a look.

Just then, they saw Zhu Ming nestled in Empress Ma's arms.

She stretched out her little hand and covered her mouth tightly, her shoulders trembling slightly, clearly still secretly laughing.

Old Zhu's face darkened again, and he couldn't help but feel annoyed inwardly:

That unlucky kid!

Didn't you see how badly his father was injured?

Not only did they not feel sorry for me, they even dared to ridicule me in public.

Is this child actually their biological child?

Empress Ma stepped forward and gently comforted her:

"I saw you so angry as soon as I arrived. Can't you talk things out? Why do you threaten to chop someone's head off the moment you open your mouth!"

However, Zhu Yuanzhang waved his hand, refusing to listen to her advice. His face remained extremely gloomy, and he said with murderous intent, "Sister, this time you don't need to plead for them!"

"These guards are responsible for protecting the palace, yet they couldn't even detect a wild boar wandering into the inner palace. Such dereliction of duty cannot be tolerated!"

"We've only dealt with them this time, which is already considered lenient. Otherwise, none of their family members would escape!"

Upon hearing this, the eunuchs and guards kneeling on the ground had their nascent hopes shattered instantly, and they trembled with fear.

Just then, Zhu Ming, nestled in Empress Ma's arms, poked his head out and spoke up:

"Father, I was the one who released that wild boar. If this matter is to be investigated, it's solely my fault; it has nothing to do with anyone else!"

The bedchamber fell silent instantly, and everyone turned to look at Zhu Ming.

Good grief, so you were the culprit all along!

The little guy, facing everyone's gaze, not only didn't feel guilty, but instead raised his head, puffed out his little chest, and showed a smug and proud little expression.

Upon seeing this, everyone had the same thought: Wait, what are you so proud of?

You released the wild boar, His Majesty was injured by it, and you're the one who started all this trouble...

You're actually smug about it?

Upon seeing Zhu Ming's smug and defiant appearance, Zhu Yuanzhang's anger flared, and he immediately burst into a tirade: "You brat! So all this trouble was your doing! We..."

He was halfway through his sentence when

In his emotional state, Old Zhu accidentally aggravated his wound, and a sharp pain shot through him.

The pain made him gasp, and the rest of his words got stuck in his throat.

"Ouch—that hurts!"

The imperial physician, seeing this, rushed forward in alarm, his face filled with fear, and urgently advised, "Your Majesty! You must not move! Your wound has just been bandaged; you must not aggravate it!"

Zhu Yuanzhang gritted his teeth and endured the excruciating pain. Cold sweat poured down his forehead, and he trembled all over from the pain, his breath becoming weaker.

Empress Ma, standing to the side, was filled with anxiety as she watched Zhu Yuanzhang suffer unbearable pain.

At that moment, she glanced down at the baby in her arms and thought of all the miraculous things that had happened to him in the past few days.

Empress Ma's eyes suddenly lit up, and she immediately looked at the infant son in her arms and asked expectantly, "Ming'er, do you have a way to heal your father's injuries?"

Zhu Ming used his small hand to push himself up and twisted his body to break free from Empress Ma's embrace.

With a light and agile movement, he leaped down and landed steadily on the bed, standing in front of Zhu Yuanzhang.

The little guy first glanced down at Old Zhu's injuries, then put his hands on his hips, raised his face high, and said confidently:

"Treating Father's injuries is simple; Mother, don't worry, I'll handle it!"

Upon hearing this, everyone in the bedchamber was startled, and their gazes all turned to the small Zhu Ming.

The imperial physician stood to the side, looking hesitant. He and several colleagues used all their medical skills to barely stabilize His Majesty's injuries.

How dare the Sixth Prince, at such a young age, utter such boastful words?

Upon hearing this, Zhu Yuanzhang assumed that Zhu Ming was going to use the elixir he had previously fed to his sister to treat his injuries, and he was immediately overjoyed.

"Ming'er, my good son, did you see your master again?"

"Could it be that he has bestowed upon you another elixir of immortality?"

"However, my injuries are quite severe today. I'm worried that one elixir won't be enough. Why don't you feed me a few more? That way, my injuries will heal faster!"

Old Zhu's wishful thinking was practically rife with Zhu Ming's scheme; he worried that one elixir wouldn't be enough and wanted to take several more.

You think these are candies?

I was even planning to eat it as a meal!

Zhu Shuang and the other three standing to the side were completely bewildered.

What master? What elixir?

Why are you saying things I don't understand?

Zhu Ming spread his hands, looking speechless, and said:

"We don't have any elixirs, but we have other methods. Would you like to try them?"

Upon hearing this, Zhu Yuanzhang's face immediately showed disappointment. He also wished to regain his youth and live a hundred years longer!

"Um...son, could any of the other methods you mentioned have helped your mother regain her youth?"

"cannot!"

"And what about being immune to all poisons?"

"No, not either!"

"As for extending my lifespan, I don't ask for a hundred years; even ten years would be enough for me!"

"What a pipe dream! Are you going to get treatment or not? If not, I'm leaving!"

After saying that, Zhu Ming turned to leave.

Seeing this, Zhu Yuanzhang panicked, fearing that his little tyrant would run away, and quickly reached out and grabbed Zhu Ming's arm.

"Hey, hey, don't go, don't go! Dad was just asking!"

Zhu Ming turned his head, his little face puffed out slightly, and said with a hint of impatience, "Are you still going to treat me or not?"

Upon hearing this, Zhu Yuanzhang nodded hastily and said, "We'll treat it!"

The palace servants, maids, and the four princes inside the hall were all dumbfounded by what they saw.

Is this still the same decisive and ruthless Hongwu Emperor?

How come I'm being treated like a grandson in front of the Sixth Prince?

Before the people in the hall could recover their senses,

Zhu Ming then reached out his little hand and started rummaging through his clothes pockets.

The little guy rummaged around in his pocket, taking out one item after another.

Among them are shimmering golden chainmail, swords, spears, halberds, axes, hooks, forks, whips, maces, hammers, claws, clubs, and crutches.

All sorts of weapons were placed on the bed one after another, and the pile kept getting higher and higher.

Everyone in the bedchamber stared wide-eyed, utterly dumbfounded.

Nobody can figure it out.

How could such a small child's pocket hold so many things? It was as if an endless cavern was hidden inside.

Upon seeing this, Zhu Yuanzhang's eyelids twitched violently, and he quickly said, "Stop, stop, stop! We're just injured, not about to go into battle."

"Why are you pulling out all these knives, spears, and clubs? Are you planning to use them to treat our injuries?"

Just then, Zhu Ming's eyes lit up, and he shouted in a clear voice, "Found it!"

As he spoke, he pulled a dark, long object from deep inside his pocket and handed it to Zhu Yuanzhang.