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

In the eleventh year of the Hongwu reign, at the Fengtian Hall.

Zhu Yuanzhang, the iron-fisted emperor who founded the Ming Dynasty, now had his knees buckle and knelt down straight in the direction of the young Zhu Di.

The entire hall froze instantly.

Silence reigned.

Everyone was stunned.

Zhu Biao's body was stiff.

He watched his father's trembling back.

Looking at those aged yet majestic shoulders.

Watching his hand reach out to his fourth brother, yet seemingly unable to grasp anything.

He had never seen his father so distraught.

Never.

The young Zhu Di was completely dumbfounded.

He was just a twelve-year-old boy.

The shocking secret revealed on the sky just now had already shaken him to his core.

Murder of the emperor.

Usurp the imperial edict.

He forced the Prince of Xiang's uncle to his death.

All of this was like a series of thunderclaps, exploding in his young mind.

He heard Zhu Dijun on the sky say that his future fate was to bear the infamy of being a "traitor".

He saw his future self, angrily smashing the imperial desk, vowing to clear his father's and his own name of injustice.

But he never expected this.

His usually stern and imposing father, who was as majestic as a mountain, would actually...

Kneel down before him!

"Father!"

Zhu Di suddenly rushed forward.

He grabbed Zhu Yuanzhang's arm.

They tried to help him up.

"What are you doing?!"

The boy's voice was choked with sobs.

He felt a fear he had never felt before.

And a kind of indescribable sadness.

Zhu Yuanzhang did not respond.

His gaze still transcends time and space.

He looked at the sky above, at his son Zhu Bai, who was being consumed by flames.

Looking at the old eunuch lying in a pool of blood.

Looking at the altered will.

Finally, his gaze returned to the young Zhu Di before him.

remorse.

Overwhelming regret engulfed him like a tidal wave.

He spent his life in the military.

Decisive and ruthless.

He believed he had a foolproof plan.

But I never expected it.

In the end, however, he sowed the seeds of such great disaster for his own descendants.

What he wanted to protect.

It is the Zhu family's empire.

They are his Zhu family's flesh and blood.

But in the end, he became the biggest driving force.

She drove her own son to the brink of despair.

He personally sent his grandson to the guillotine.

He personally drove his other son to become a "rebel".

"Fourth brother..."

Zhu Yuanzhang's voice was hoarse, like a broken bellows.

He used all his strength.

Slowly, he raised his hand.

Gently, he stroked Zhu Di's head.

Those rough palms bore calluses from countless battles.

Yet it conveys a tenderness never before experienced.

"It's me...it's me who's wronged you."

"It was us... who misjudged the person."

"It harmed you, and it harmed Bai'er too."

Zhu Di's tears welled up instantly.

He hugged Zhu Yuanzhang tightly.

At this moment, the father and son seemed to have traversed a century of time and space.

They reached a kind of silent reconciliation with the truth of the future "Jingnan Rebellion".

The Forbidden City in Beijing, in the fifteenth year of the Yongle reign.

Zhu Di looked at the sky and saw his father kneeling before his younger self.

His eyes instantly welled up with tears.

"Father..."

He murmured softly.

At this moment, the anger in my heart was replaced by a great sorrow and understanding.

He is not a traitor.

He was not a usurper.

He was carrying out his father's dying wish.

He was purging the emperor's inner circle.

This was personally acknowledged by the Emperor.

Yao Guangxiao stood to the side, his hands clasped together.

He sighed softly.

"Good."

"Heaven's justice is clear, and retribution is inevitable."

"Your Majesty, today, has finally been given the right to be called a true ruler."

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The barrage of comments exploded again.

"Holy crap! Zhu Yuanzhang kneels before Zhu Di! This scene is absolutely mind-blowing!"

"This isn't a father kneeling before his son; this is an emperor kneeling before the entire Ming Dynasty!"

"Old Zhu's remorse is truly palpable."

"Zhu Di has now been completely exonerated. Who would dare to call him a usurper now?"

"This isn't just whitewashing, it's practically deification! It's acting in accordance with Heaven's will to quell the rebellion, and it's in line with the will of Heaven and the people!"

Zhu Dijun looked at the scene on the sky where Zhu Yuanzhang and his son Zhu Di were embracing.

His gaze was calm yet profound.

he knows.

This kneeling.

It wasn't just Zhu Yuanzhang's regret.

It was also the most profound redemption for Zhu Di, and even for the entire history of the Ming Dynasty.

He coughed lightly.

The sound rang out again.

"Family members, the truth about the regicide and usurpation of the imperial edict has come to light."

"The stupidity and malice of the four Jianwen idiots have been made clear."

"But today, we need to dig deeper."

"Because, in the case of Emperor Taizu Gao, Zhu Yuanzhang, there are still many 'tyrannical' aspects that have been misunderstood by later generations."

"Many of his 'achievements' were stained with blood by his own hands."

"These were also irrefutable pieces of evidence used to attack his image as a 'tyrant'."

Zhu Dijun's tone carried a hint of helplessness.

"But history is often not simply black and white."

"Behind those seemingly cruel methods."

"Often hidden within are the most difficult choices that an emperor had to make for the sake of the country and its people."

"Next, let's talk about the other two of the four major cases of the Hongwu era."

"The Empty Seal Case and the Guo Huan Case."

Images flow across the sky.

An ancient seal and a mountain of ledgers slowly emerged.

"The first case is the blank printing case."

"The ninth year of Hongwu, which is 1376 AD."

"The Ming Dynasty had only been established for a short time."

"Beneath the seemingly prosperous surface lies a massive crisis that could shake the very foundations of the nation."

"This is the background."

"At that time, local officials were required to travel to the capital every year to submit their accounts of money and grain to the Ministry of Revenue."

"For convenience, they would carry blank documents stamped with a seal across the seam."

"So that if the accounts don't match, they can be corrected on the spot, saving time spent traveling back and forth."

Zhu Dijun's voice carried an unquestionable calmness.

"Doesn't that sound very 'human-centered' and 'efficient'?"

"Don't you think that Zhu Yuanzhang made a big fuss over such a 'convenient' move, making a mountain out of a molehill?"

In the eleventh year of the Hongwu reign, at the Fengtian Hall.

Zhu Yuanzhang has already moved on from his grief.

His gaze sharpened again.

The blank seal case.

Of course he remembers.

That was the bloody incident in which he personally sent thousands of officials to hell.

He could guess how future generations would evaluate him.

But at the moment.

He wanted to hear it.

How will this younger generation from the future evaluate him?

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"The Empty Seal Case, I know, it was when Zhu Yuanzhang went mad with killing."

"It seems that thousands of people were killed simply because of blank stamps."

"It's definitely making a mountain out of a molehill. Why would everyone do this for the sake of efficiency?"

"He's definitely a tyrant. Isn't this just stirring up trouble?"

Zhu Dijun looked at the comments on the screen.

A barely perceptible sneer curled at the corner of his lips.

"Making a mountain out of a molehill?"

"tyrant?"

"Family members, what consequences do you think this seemingly 'convenient' behavior will have on a newly established dynasty if left unchecked?"

"Do you really think that Zhu Yuanzhang killed thousands of people simply because of a 'stamping' issue?"

"No."

His voice suddenly turned stern.

"That's not a matter of 'stamping'."

"That was a battle for the very foundation of the Ming Empire!"

"That was a massive crisis, one that could have caused the Ming Dynasty to collapse completely within three to five years!"