Ming Dynasty: Gain one supernatural power every day

"Ah!!! Ah!!! Ah!!! Stop hitting me, how dare you..."

"Guards come quickly, or I will exterminate your entire family!"

"Someone come quick..."

"Quickly, someone protect the emperor! You bunch of useless fools, protect the emperor!"

Zhu Qizhen covered his head and huddled on the ground, initially defiant, but later only daring to crawl under the dragon throne. But the dragon throne was only so big, and even though he crawled in halfway, his buttocks were still sticking out.

Zhu Gaoxu stepped forward and kicked his protruding buttocks.

"Bang!"

Zhu Qizhen slid three feet away, his forehead hitting the steps, instantly forming a bump the size of an egg.

He covered his head, his face covered in tears and snot, and mumbled incoherently.

"Ah, I know I was wrong... I know I was wrong... Grandpa, save me... Great-Grandma, save me!"

"Hmph, now you know to call for help? Too late." Zhu Di snorted coldly. In his entire life, no one had ever dared to be as brave as Zhu Qizhen just now, calling him a sorcerer and ordering soldiers to surround and kill him.

"Fourth Uncle, Grandpa, is he really my son?" Zhu Zhanji, who had been watching the show from the sidelines, looked up and asked after a while.

"Yes, Zhanji, this is your future son." Zhu Gaoxi then told Zhu Zhanji about his son.

"Then, Fourth Uncle, can I beat him up?" Zhu Zhanji was furious after hearing what his son had done.

"Zhanji, this is your son. It's only natural for a father to beat his son. Go on," Zhu Gaoxi said.

"Go, Zhanji," Zhu Di nodded beside him.

Zhu Zhanji jogged up to the fallen Zhu Qizhen and said to himself, "You are my son, Zhu Qizhen! I heard from my fourth uncle that it was you and this wicked eunuch who led the Ming Dynasty's 500,000-strong army to their doom. Do you admit your mistake?"

"Ah...ah...ah..." Zhu Qizhen could only scream in pain as he was beaten. He could not hear him speak or reply.

"Fine, you still won't admit your mistake? Then your father will have to teach you a lesson." Zhu Zhanji only heard "ah ah ah" sounds, and then he continued to speak to himself.

"Hahaha... Zhanji is really interesting." Zhu Gaoxi, who was standing close by, heard the most clearly and almost burst out laughing.

He was still holding a jade tablet in his hand, and the camera never left him from the moment Zhu Zhanji began to speak.

The imperial photographer, Prince Zhu Gaochi of the Ming Dynasty, was busy "taking care of his juniors" and couldn't spare the time, so this important task had to be done by him personally.

Just looking at the ages of Zhu Zhanji and Zhu Qizhen in the footage, it's really hard to tell who is whose father.

"This child, how can he be so witty?" Empress Xu looked at her grandson from the side, her eyes and brows full of smiles. "Xi'er, send this video to the group later, so that the Crown Princess can see it too."

"This Zhanji..." Zhu Di couldn't help but twitch his lips when he heard Zhu Zhanji's words. He had originally wanted to maintain the airs of an ancestor, but this little grandson had managed to ruin it.

After Zhu Zhanji finished speaking, he looked around, trying to find a suitable tool.

He first ran to where Fan Zhong had just placed the hammer, grabbed the handle with both hands, and pulled with all his might, but the hammer did not budge.

He pursed his lips and ran to look at the swords that had been thrown on the ground.

The swords were too heavy, and once sharpened, they could kill someone. Zhu Zhanji was aware of this; after all, they were his sons, and he felt he couldn't let them be killed.

He glanced at the scabbards that the guards had removed, and found that the scabbards were either held by the ministers or rolled on the ground, stained with blood, and none of them were handy.

"Zhanji, come to your fourth uncle." Zhu Gaoxi saw through his thoughts and beckoned with a smile. He raised his hand and activated the Divine Craftsmanship Technique, and a green vine appeared in his palm.

The vine was about three feet long and as thick as a little finger. It was glossy all over, supple yet firm, with two tender green leaves at the end.

It's perfect for hitting people; it really hurts. It's ideal for a little dad to beat up his big son.

Zhu Zhanji accepted the rattan cane with both hands, as if receiving an imperial sword, his little face tense: "Thank you, Fourth Uncle."

"Go ahead." Zhu Gaoxi patted the back of his head.

"Father, Second Uncle, Third Uncle, make way! I'm here!" Zhu Zhanji gripped the rattan cane and took a few steps back, distancing himself from Zhu Qizhen. Then, he took a deep breath, struck what he thought was a very imposing starting stance, and shouted loudly.

The three brothers who were beating Zhu Qizhen nearby heard it. The group of civil and military officials who were "reasoning" with Wang Zhen nearby also heard it.

Everyone looked up at the same time.

Seeing his son's posture, Zhu Gaochi was both amused and worried, but remembering that his fourth brother was watching, he stepped aside and said, "Second and third brothers, make room for Zhanji."

"Oh, your father's here." Zhu Gaoxu and Zhu Gaosui exchanged a glance, both seeing barely suppressed amusement in each other's eyes. The two of them very cooperatively stepped aside.

Zhu Gaoxu grinned mischievously and kicked Zhu Qizhen on the ground with his toe: "Hey, stop howling, your father's coming to deal with you."

After all, despite his young age, he was indeed Zhu Qizhen's biological father.

"Ah! Ah! Ah! Your father is here!" Zhu Zhanji shouted, and after a noticeable run-up, he pushed off the ground with both feet, and his small body soared into the air.

He raised the rattan cane in mid-air, flicked his wrist, and lashed it down at Zhu Qizhen.

"Agarwood splits the mountain!"

"A white rainbow pierces the sun!"

"Erlang takes on the mountain!"

Zhu Zhanji shouted out the names of his moves as he fought, whatever came to mind, regardless of whether it matched the rattan cane.

Despite his young age, he was incredibly flamboyant, wielding the rattan cane with such force that it almost left afterimages.

The sight left everyone present stunned.

"Ah!! Ahhh!!!" Zhu Qizhen screamed in agony. He had originally thought that since it was a different child, the beating would be lighter.

When the cane came down, it hurt more than a fist. He looked up and saw a five or six-year-old child leaping into the air, swinging a bright green cane and making moves that sounded like he was reciting a menu.

"I'll teach you to favor eunuchs! I'll teach you to bring disaster to the army! I'll teach you to be disobedient as emperor!"

He beat and berated Zhu Qizhen as the cane struck him, causing him to wince in pain.

But Zhu Qizhen had learned his lesson—he dared not resist. The consequence of resisting just now was that he was beaten even more severely by the three adults.

Besides, he was too weak to resist at the moment, so he could only cover his head and let this "his father" beat him.