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

Zhu Yuanzhang's blood splattered on the cold imperial desk, like red plum blossoms hastily withering in winter.

That heart-wrenching thud seemed to drain all sound and air from the Fengtian Hall.

This emperor, who founded a dynasty, killed countless people, and was as hard-hearted as iron, completely collapsed after learning that he had personally "forced" his most beloved son to his death.

He slumped on the dragon throne, his eyes vacant, as if his soul had been devoured by overwhelming regret.

"Father!"

"Jupachi!"

Zhu Biao's lament and Empress Ma's cries intertwined, yet they could not awaken the man immersed in boundless self-reproach.

He lost.

He fought countless battles throughout his life, devising flawless strategies, yet he was defeated by himself, defeated by the overwhelming weight of his father's love.

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

Zhu Di's face was as pale as paper.

Was Father Emperor worn down by the death of his elder brother?

Looking at his distraught father on the sky, an indescribable sorrow welled up in his heart.

He won the world, but his father, whom he most wanted to prove himself to and whom he most feared, passed away in such grief.

At this moment, all of time and space was shrouded in an unyielding sorrow.

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The comments section also changed from its previous playful banter to a somber tone.

"Alas, I can't take it anymore, the Hongwu Emperor is too pitiful."

"Losing one's son in old age, especially one who 'driven' himself to death—who could bear that..."

"Brother Jun, stop talking. Let's save the old man some face."

However, at the height of this sorrow, Judy Jun's voice rang out again, with a strange twist.

"Family members, I know that this statement recorded in the 'Veritable Records of Emperor Taizong of Ming' is heartbreaking."

"However, it is only one of the four official speculations about the cause of the crown prince's death."

His words were like a shot of adrenaline, injecting life into the deathly silence of time and space!

Zhu Yuanzhang's empty eyes suddenly twitched, and a faint light rekindled.

Just one of the speculations?

"Besides official records, another completely different version of events circulates among the common people, or rather, in those deliberately buried 'unofficial histories'!"

Zhu Dijun's voice suddenly rose, like a thunderclap dispelling the gloom!

"unofficial history?"

"Where can they go wild, anyway?"

A sense of doubt arose in the hearts of emperors and ministers throughout all time and space.

They had already witnessed the "nonsense" of later generations, from Zhu Di's origins to the cause of Zhu Yuanzhang's death, each more outrageous than the last.

What will it be this time?

Zhu Dijun didn't keep anyone in suspense. He stared at the camera and spoke each word with conviction!

According to unofficial historical records, the death of Crown Prince Zhu Biao was neither due to a cold nor from depression.

"He was—"

"The civil service colluded with the Khazars to commit this heinous crime!"

boom!!!

A word to wake up the dreamer!

Khazars!

This name, almost overshadowed by the recent family tragedy, once again resounded in everyone's minds like a curse!

In the eleventh year of the Hongwu reign, Zhu Yuanzhang suddenly sat up from his dragon throne!

His tiger eyes, which had just been dull and lifeless, were instantly filled with overwhelming killing intent and earth-shattering rage!

Yup!

Khazars!

How could we forget about these rats in the gutter!

Hu Weiyong! Zhu Xiong Ying! Girl!

Now, it's our target again!

Behind every tragedy, their shadow is there!

The tide of regret and self-blame receded swiftly, replaced by a furious rage powerful enough to incinerate the heavens!

He is not the murderer!

He is a victim!

His son and his grandson were both killed by this group of traitors!

"Speak!" Zhu Yuanzhang growled at the sky like a wild beast. "Explain clearly how they harmed our Biao'er!"

The fifteenth year of the Yongle reign.

Zhu Di also instantly came to his senses, and a cold sweat broke out on his back.

Yes, Khazars!

These people dared to kill even the Emperor; what else wouldn't they do?

The death of my elder brother was definitely not simple!

At the same time, emperors from all eras—Tang, Song, Qin, Han…—have all detached themselves from their spectator mentality.

Li Shimin's expression was grave: "Another instance of civil officials colluding with foreign enemies? This 'Khazar' has infiltrated far more deeply and harbored more malicious intentions than the Turks!"

Liu Che sneered, "Interesting. I'd like to see how these pens will manage to kill a crown prince!"

Ying Zheng stroked his beard without speaking, but the murderous intent in his eyes had already hardened.

Enemies of civilization, we shall fight to the death!

Under the sky, the civil service groups of the Hongwu and Yongle dynasties were instantly in an uproar!

Countless officials knelt on the ground, facing the sky, and cried out for justice.

"Injustice! Your Majesty! Future generations are slandering us!"

"We are utterly loyal to the Ming Dynasty, as the sun and moon can attest! How could we possibly collude with that so-called 'Khazar'?"

"This is slander! It's a vicious scheme to sow discord between the ruler and his ministers!"

Seeing the ministers' indignant reaction, Zhu Dijun's lips curled into a cold smile.

"Stain?"

He sneered, "Fellow family members, let's take a look at history."

Why did the Northern Song Dynasty fall? Was the Jingkang Incident truly due to the unparalleled military prowess of the Jurchens? No! It was the collusion between the civil officials and the Jurchens that led to the destruction of their own defenses, opening the gates to the Jurchens!

Why did the Southern Song Dynasty perish? The Battle of Yamen saw 100,000 soldiers and civilians drown themselves in the sea – a truly tragic end! But what came before that? It was the corrupt officials like Jia Sidao who colluded with the Mongols and betrayed the country, ultimately leading to its demise!

"My generation, the Hongwu Emperor, fought our way out of the mountains of corpses and seas of blood at the end of the Yuan Dynasty! They still vividly remember the pain of the Battle of Yamen decades ago, passed down through generations!"

"So tell me, could these so-called 'unofficial histories' be the 'truth' that you victorious civil service group are deliberately covering up?!"

Zhu Dijun's words were like a series of resounding slaps to the faces of all the civil officials who were crying out for justice!

Let them be speechless!

Because it's true!

It is an indelible shame etched in the history of China!

“Of course,” Judy Jun said, changing the subject, “I will not convict you all based solely on your historical stains.”

"I will give you one that you cannot refute—a motive!"

He slammed his hand on the table, and three bloody characters appeared on the PPT!

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"The reason I suspect you is very simple!"

"Because many civil officials in the early Ming Dynasty, or rather, their families, enjoyed a privilege that you found irresistible in the former Yuan Dynasty, which you so fondly remember!"

"This privilege is called the 'tax farming system'!"

"A wicked system that allows you to legally and unscrupulously plunder the people and line your own pockets!"