Sky Curtain: The opening scene explains the four major cases of the Ming Dynasty plus the early Ming

"Family, I'm home!"

Zhu Dijun, looking travel-worn, pushed open the door to his home, casually tossed his backpack full of professional books and repair tools onto the sofa, and then sank into it.

He had just returned from the site of cultural relic restoration in Xi'an. He had been working continuously for half a month, and even a tough man like him felt a bit tired.

However, when he turned on his computer and saw the fans who had been waiting in the live stream for a long time, his fatigue was instantly replaced by excitement.

He is a content creator in the history section, but he is different from those academic types who simply read from the textbook.

His perspective always carries a rebellious "conspiracy theory" flavor, yet he always manages to produce unheard-of anecdotes and secrets as evidence.

"Brothers, have you missed me?"

He skillfully turned on the camera and microphone, and the screen was instantly flooded with a dense barrage of comments.

"Missing person returns!"

"Brother Jun! If you don't come soon, we're going to report you to the archaeological team!"

"What are we going to talk about today? The same old, tired stuff?"

A slightly provocative comment appeared on the screen, signed "Historical Research Party".

This is a long-time "hater" in his live stream, who always likes to argue with him using the rules and regulations of official history.

Zhu Dijun grinned, revealing a meaningful smile.

He cleared his throat, leaned forward slightly, and spoke into the microphone in a mysterious tone.

"Today, we won't talk about official history."

"Let's talk about something... that has been buried, altered, or even deliberately forgotten."

"For example, the Ming Dynasty."

"That Ming Dynasty, which was spent ninety years by the Tartars revising the History of Ming over and over again, and was finally taken to America by Hu Shi, the notorious traitor of the Republic of China, and handed over to their masters for a second castration!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the atmosphere in the live broadcast room was instantly ignited!

But Zhu Dijun himself felt a slight blur before his eyes.

He seemed to see an invisible ripple spread outwards from his computer in an instant, as if traversing endless time and space.

He blinked, thinking it was a side effect of working continuously, and didn't pay much attention to it.

What he didn't know was that at that very moment, countless parallel timelines were undergoing earth-shattering changes!

……

The eleventh year of the Hongwu reign of the Ming Dynasty, Yingtian Prefecture.

Zhu Yuanzhang, who was over fifty years old, was reviewing memorials with a furrowed brow.

Just then, a huge light curtain unfolded without warning in the sky, shining brightly and covering the entire capital city!

"What is that?!"

"A miracle from the heavens!?"

"Protect the Emperor! Protect the Emperor!"

Chaos erupted instantly both inside and outside the palace.

Zhu Yuanzhang suddenly stood up, rushed out of the main hall, looked up at the sky, his eyes filled with shock and vigilance.

On the light screen, the image of a young man dressed in strange clothes gradually became clear.

Today, we won't discuss official history.

Let's talk about something... that has been buried, altered, or even deliberately forgotten.

For example, the Ming Dynasty.

The grand and clear voice seemed to resonate directly in everyone's mind.

Zhu Yuanzhang's pupils suddenly contracted!

The Ming Dynasty?

Who is this young man? How dare he address the nation by its very name!

……

The Ming Dynasty, the fifteenth year of the Yongle reign, Shuntian Prefecture.

Zhu Di, who had just moved the capital here, was in high spirits and planning for this great capital that belonged to him.

The appearance of the celestial curtain also surprised Emperor Yongle like never before.

Upon hearing the words "Great Ming," the monk Daoyan (Yao Guangxiao) beside him clasped his hands together, murmured a Buddhist chant, and his eyes became incredibly sharp.

"Your Majesty, this is a sound from beyond the heavens; we do not know whether it is a blessing or a curse."

Zhu Di remained silent, standing with his hands behind his back, his hawk-like gaze fixed on the sky, trying to discern something from the young man's face.

……

Meanwhile, the pre-Qin period, the Han Dynasty, the Three Kingdoms period, the Sui and Tang Dynasties, the Song Dynasty...

Ying Zheng, Liu Che, Cao Cao, Li Shimin, Zhao Kuangyin...

Throughout all of time and space on the land of China, countless emperors, generals, scholars, and commoners have witnessed this unbelievable scene.

They stopped what they were doing, looked up at the sky, and listened to the voice from the future.

……

In the modern setting, in Zhu Dijun's live broadcast room.

The "historical research party" has spoken again.

"Hehe, here we go again, it's that conspiracy theory about the Qing Dynasty's revision of the History of Ming."

"Host, I admit that the Qing Dynasty did make deletions and alterations to the History of Ming, but that doesn't mean the entire History of Ming is fake!"

"Do you have any evidence for your so-called 'buried truth'? If you can't, you're just a attention-seeking clown!"

This comment was highlighted in bold and red, making it particularly glaring.

Zhu Dijun smiled.

That's exactly what he was waiting for.

"Evidence? Of course there is."

"However, you may not be able to accept my evidence."

He paused, then spoke slowly and deliberately.

"Because my name is Judy Jun."

"Zhu in Zhu Di, Di in enlightenment, and Jun in a gentleman."

"In terms of seniority, I am the nineteenth generation descendant of Emperor Yongle (Zhu Di) of the Ming Dynasty."

"Is this evidence sufficient?"

boom!

The entire live stream chat exploded!

"Holy crap! Really? A descendant of royalty?"

"Brother Jun, don't scare me! I always thought your surname was Wang!"

"Pfft, upstairs, Jun-ge was just joking, you guys actually took it seriously?"

Those who insist on meticulous historical research scoff at this.

"Playing tricks! A descendant of Zhu Di? Why don't you just say you're the reincarnation of Zhu Yuanzhang?"

Stop trying to curry favor with powerful figures and show us what you've got to offer!

"If you can't give me a straight answer today, I'll post your name on every history forum and make you socially dead!"

Faced with a torrent of doubts and ridicule, Zhu Dijun remained unmoved.

He knew that arguing without substance was pointless.

What he was going to do was drop a bombshell that would overturn everyone's understanding.

"Okay, since you want to see the real stuff, then I'll give you the real stuff."

Zhu Dijun's eyes sharpened.

"Let's start with the four major cases of the early Ming Dynasty."

"The Hu Weiyong case, the Lan Yu case, the Blank Seal case, and the Guo Huan case."

"History records say that Zhu Yuanzhang slaughtered meritorious officials to strengthen centralized power and consolidate the Zhu family's imperial authority, right?"

The "historical research enthusiasts" immediately replied: "That's right! This is the consensus in academia! You think you can overturn it?"

"Public opinion?"

Zhu Dijun gave a cold laugh.

"So-called public opinion is nothing more than a script written by the victors."

"Have you ever considered whether a founding emperor who rose from the bottom, a powerful ruler who regarded the idea of ​​'sharing the world with the scholar-officials' as utter nonsense, really needed to consolidate his power in such a self-destructive way?"

"Was he really killing a meritorious official?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he dropped the bombshell without giving anyone time to react.

"The truth is, behind these four major cases lies a common source—a massive conspiracy organization that has been lurking in the Central Plains since the pre-Yuan period!"

"And Hu Weiyong and his ilk are nothing more than pawns of that organization! Or rather, colluders who are complicit in its corruption."

"Zhu Yuanzhang didn't kill meritorious officials, he killed traitors! He killed internal spies!"

Zhu Dijun's voice wasn't loud, but it was like a thunderclap, exploding in everyone's ears.

The chat in the live stream paused for a moment.

Everyone was stunned by this earth-shattering statement.

Immediately following was an even more frenzied barrage of comments.

"Holy crap! Holy crap! Holy crap! This is mind-blowing!"

"A conspiracy organization? Jun-ge, are you writing a novel?"

The "historical research party" remained silent for a moment, then launched into even more vehement taunts.

"Hahaha! That's hilarious! A conspiracy organization? Do you think this is a Hollywood movie?"

"Where's the evidence? Is your only evidence your surname, Mr. Zhu?"

"Even storytelling has its basic rules! You're insulting the audience's intelligence!"

Zhu Dijun looked at the text flashing on the screen and laughed instead of getting angry.

He slowly raised one finger.

"The first piece of evidence."

The Hu Weiyong Case of the Thirteenth Year of the Hongwu Reign

In the sixth year of Hongwu (1373): Hu Weiyong was appointed Right Chancellor on the recommendation of Li Shanchang, and later promoted to Left Chancellor, wielding power for seven years.

January of the thirteenth year of Hongwu (February 1380): The case came to light, and Hu Weiyong was executed[^1^].

In the 23rd year of Hongwu (1390), Zhu Yuanzhang issued the "Record of Treacherous Officials", executing Li Shanchang and other founding heroes for the crime of "colluding with Hu Weiyong to plot rebellion".

In the 25th year of Hongwu (1392): the practice of implicating relatives and relatives was basically ended, but the case lasted for more than ten years.

"The reason for killing them is to implicate our overseas enemy, the Khazars!"

Hu Weiyong and Li Shanchang, who were called out by name, immediately knelt down and begged for forgiveness, saying they were innocent.

"Keep watching, and we'll find out if it's true or false."

The fifteenth year of the Yongle reign.

Zhu Di clenched his fist tightly, his knuckles turning white.

He always believed that his father's massacres were to clear obstacles for him and his elder brother.

Little did I know that there was such a shocking inside story behind it all!

No wonder my father's temperament changed drastically in his later years, and his methods became increasingly ruthless!

In modern times, in a live streaming room.

Those who are obsessed with historical research were completely dumbfounded.

He stood there with his mouth agape, his fingers hovering over the keyboard, but he couldn't type a single word.

Zhu Dijun's statement was too bizarre, but the timeline and logic of the events he presented were so tight that he couldn't find a way to refute it for a while!

The live stream room had long since transformed into a sea of ​​data.

Zhu Dijun's fan base is skyrocketing at a terrifying rate that is visible to the naked eye!

100,000!

Five hundred thousand!

One million!

In just a few minutes, his live stream's popularity soared to the top of the entire site!

Countless history enthusiasts, onlookers, and even some academic professors and scholars flocked in after hearing the news.

As they watched the young man on the screen speaking eloquently and listened to those mind-blowing "historical secrets," everyone felt as if their brains had been hit hard by a hammer.

The profile picture of the "historical research party" has gone dark.

He logged off.

Perhaps the internet cable was unplugged, or perhaps his worldview was completely shattered.

As Judy Jun watched all this, he felt little sense of victory.

He knew this was just the beginning.

The Qing dynasty spent ninety years compiling the History of Ming, during which too much was deleted, slandered, and distorted.

From the birth of Emperor Taizu to the Jingnan Campaign of Emperor Chengzu, and then to the martyrdom of Emperor Chongzhen.

The entire history of the Ming Dynasty was covered by a thick layer of filth.

His mission was to tear away this layer of filth and bring that buried, truly heroic history back to light!

"Family, that was just an appetizer."

Zhu Dijun took a sip of water, composed himself, and once again revealed that familiar, somewhat cynical smile on his face.

"The four major cases in the early Ming Dynasty and the whereabouts of Emperor Jianwen are just the tip of the iceberg."

"Next, let's talk about something more interesting."

"Let's talk about my ancestor, the Yongle Emperor Zhu Di."

"Historical records describe him as cruel, bloodthirsty, and having obtained his position illegitimately."

"But the teacher praised him, saying, 'The Ming dynasty's policies were written and implemented the best,' 'their governance surpassed that of the Tang and Song dynasties,' and 'far exceeded that of the Han and Tang dynasties.'"

Why are there such drastically different evaluations?

"What is the truth?"

His gaze seemed to pierce through the screen and through time and space.

In countless parallel ancient timelines.

Qin Shi Huang, Ying Zheng, stroked his long beard, a look of appreciation in his eyes: "This young man is interesting. Zhao Gao, make a note of that 'Khazar' and investigate it."

Emperor Wu of Han, Liu Che, smiled and said, "Interesting, very interesting!"

Emperor Taizong of Tang, Li Shimin, frowned slightly: "Khaza? That sounds familiar. Isn't that the Western Turks? There's actually such an organization?"

Emperor Taizu of Song, Zhao Kuangyin, sighed: "Alas, future generations will have to rely on the heavens to know the truth about family affairs and national matters. How tragic and lamentable!"

In Shuntian Prefecture during the fifteenth year of the Yongle reign.

Having just caught his breath, Zhu Di's expression became incredibly complex upon hearing the words from the sky.

He looked at the young man who claimed to be his nineteenth-generation descendant, watching him prepare to "rectify" his name.

An unprecedented, absurd yet expectant feeling welled up inside me.

He wanted to know.

According to this "unworthy descendant" from the future, what kind of emperor is he?

And who was that "teacher" who was revered by later generations?