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

Above the sky, the video of "Li Shimin as Fusu" continued to play.

After conspiring with Meng Tian, ​​the "Li Shimin version of Fusu" did not immediately return to Xianyang. Instead, he sent several trusted confidants in disguise to secretly infiltrate Xianyang and find out the truth.

Meanwhile, the "Li Shimin version of Fusu" announced that he was unwell and needed to rest, and was temporarily unable to travel.

Inside Xianyang City.

When Zhao Gao and Li Si received the news that Fusu had not set off immediately but had instead claimed to be ill, both of them became suspicious.

"Has Fusu perhaps sensed something?"

Zhao Gao looked at Li Si with a gloomy face.

Li Si also frowned, pondered for a moment, and then shook his head.

"Young Master Fusu has always been kind and honest, with no guile in his heart. This time he claims to be ill, perhaps because he is truly unwell, or perhaps it is his Confucian nature that makes him unwilling to act hastily."

"However, just in case, we need to speed things up, forge a proper will, and force him to commit suicide as soon as possible!"

Upon hearing this, a ruthless glint flashed in Zhao Gao's eyes.

"The Prime Minister is absolutely right! Too much delay could lead to unforeseen complications; we must act swiftly and decisively!"

The two reached an agreement and began to speed up the forgery of the imperial edict, and prepared to send an envoy with the edict of "commission to death" to Shangjun.

All of this was reported by the spies sent out by the "Li Shimin version of Fusu".

After hearing the scout's report, the "Li Shimin version of Fusu" showed a knowing smile on his face.

"It really was those two."

"Their impatience led them to reveal their true colors."

He looked at Meng Tian, ​​his eyes filled with confidence.

"General Meng, now is the time."

"Send the order: the 300,000-strong army of Shangjun is to secretly assemble!"

A flicker of excitement flashed in Meng Tian's eyes.

"Young master, is it...?"

The "Li Shimin version of Fusu" had a cold smile on his lips.

"Since they want to force me to my death, then I'll show them who the real 'dead man' is!"

"Upon returning to Xianyang, I am now the heir chosen by my father!"

"Anyone who gets in the way will be killed without mercy!"

The scene shifts, and "Li Shimin's version of Fusu" leads an army of 300,000 men, heading towards Xianyang under the pretext of "returning to the capital to mourn his father's death."

At the same time, the forged "decree of death" issued by Zhao Gao and Li Si was also sent to Shangjun.

However, when the envoy arrived in Shangjun, he found that "Li Shimin's version of Fusu" had already led his army south.

The envoy was greatly alarmed and hurriedly returned to Xianyang to report.

When Zhao Gao and Li Si learned of the news, they were struck dumb.

"How...how did he know?!"

Zhao Gao gasped in shock, his face turning deathly pale.

Li Si also collapsed to the ground, muttering to himself.

"It's over...it's all over..."

Just as the two were in a panic, the army of "Li Shimin's version of Fusu" had already arrived at the gates of Xianyang.

Chaos reigned in Xianyang.

The "Li Shimin version of Fusu" is dressed in armor, riding a fine horse, and stands in front of the city gate.

He shouted loudly, "I am here on my father's dying edict to return to the capital for his funeral!"

"You worthless scoundrels, if you dare to obstruct me, you will be killed without mercy!"

On the city wall, the defending soldiers looked at each other in bewilderment.

They all knew that Prince Fusu was the eldest son of the First Emperor and was known for his benevolence. Now that he had led a large army here, claiming to be acting on imperial orders, who would dare to stop him?

Soon, the city gates opened wide, and "Li Shimin's version of Fusu" led his army straight in, heading straight for Xianyang Palace.

Inside Xianyang Palace, Zhao Gao and Li Si were bound hand and foot and brought before "Li Shimin's version of Fusu".

The "Li Shimin version of Fusu" looked at the two of them coldly, without a trace of pity in his eyes.

"Zhao Gao, Li Si."

"Do you know your crime?"

Zhao Gao was terrified and desperately kowtowed, begging for mercy.

"Please forgive me, young master! Please forgive me, young master! I... I was deceived by Li Si!"

Li Si looked ashen-faced. He knew that his cause was lost and that there was no point in saying anything more.

"Li Shimin version of Fusu" snorted coldly.

"Guards! Execute Zhao Gao, Li Si, and all those involved in forging the imperial edict, and display their heads to the public!"

"Exterminate their entire family!"

With a command from "Li Shimin's version of Fusu," Zhao Gao and Li Si were dragged away, their mournful screams echoing throughout Xianyang Palace.

Subsequently, the "Li Shimin version of Fusu" ruthlessly purged all the cronies in the court who had colluded with Zhao Gao and Li Si.

The entire city of Xianyang was ravaged by bloodshed and carnage.

The iron-fisted methods employed by "Li Shimin's version of Fusu" shocked the entire court and the public.

Those civil and military officials who had previously thought him to be kind and easy to bully were now all silent and filled with awe towards him.

The "Li Shimin version of Fusu" sat on the dragon throne, his gaze sweeping across the entire audience.

"With the passing of our father, the country cannot be without a ruler for even a day."

"I have been decreed by my father, the late emperor, to ascend the throne!"

"This is...Emperor Taizong of Qin!"

The video frame freezes on the domineering face of "Li Shimin's version of Fusu" and the three large characters "Qin Taizong".

The Qin Dynasty, Xianyang Palace.

As Ying Zheng watched the performance of "Li Shimin as Fusu" on the screen, an unprecedented look of excitement appeared on his face.

"Good! What a brilliant plan to turn the tables!"

"What a remarkable Emperor Taizong of Qin!"

He slapped his thigh suddenly, his eyes gleaming.

"This is my son! This is the successor I have hoped for!"

He looked at Fusu, his eyes filled with anticipation.

"Fusu, did you see that?"

"This is true imperial rule! This is true benevolence!"

"Benevolence is not pedantry! It is not weakness!"

"But rather, they possess ruthless methods and an iron will!"

Fusu knelt on the ground, cold sweat pouring down his forehead.

He saw it.

He saw a "self" that completely overturned his perception.

That "self" was no longer the Confucian scholar who only knew how to talk about benevolence and righteousness, but an emperor who was decisive in killing and had extraordinary political skills.

He felt his father's burning gaze and his father's earnest expectations for him.

He knew that he still had a lot to learn.

Those young masters and princesses who originally harbored ill intentions were now terrified out of their wits.

They looked at Zhao Gao and Li Si, who were killed by "Li Shimin's version of Fusu" on the sky, and then at Hu Hai and Zhao Gao, who were paralyzed in the corner. They all shivered involuntarily.

If Prince Fusu really turned out like this...

Do they even have a chance to survive?

To put it simply, as later generations would say in a popular online commentary style, "Li Yuan had no eldest son, and Li Shimin had no elder brother."

They certainly won't end up like the story of "Qin Shi Huang had an eldest son, but Fusu had no siblings," will they?

The Great Tang Dynasty, Taiji Hall.

Li Shimin looked at the video on the screen, his brows furrowing at first, then his face gradually showed appreciation.

"Wonderful! Wonderful!"

"On this celestial stage, I actually managed to turn the tables and snatch victory from the jaws of defeat!"

"This decisiveness, this shrewdness, is somewhat reminiscent of my own style back in the day!"

He looked at Changsun Wuji and smiled.

"Fuji, it seems that the evaluation of me by later generations is not unfounded."

"My methods are indeed the way of an emperor!"

Changsun Wuji nodded repeatedly.

"Your Majesty's divine prowess is unparalleled throughout history."

"Although this interpretation is fictional, it reveals the essence of imperial power politics."

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

Zhu Yuanzhang looked at the "Li Shimin version of Fusu" on the sky, his eyes filled with admiration.

"This Li Shimin is indeed quite capable!"

"This 'Li Shimin version of Fusu' is ruthless enough!"

He looked at Zhu Di again and said earnestly.

"Fourth brother, take a good look."

"This is the true meaning of 'Suppressing the Rebellion in Accordance with Heaven'!"

"This is the true meaning of 'purging the emperor's inner circle'!"

"Look at the things you've done, from tampering with imperial edicts to lifting coffin lids—these are just petty squabbles, utterly insignificant!"

Zhu Di wanted to cry but had no tears.

"Dad, I haven't watched it yet!"

"Besides, I had no other choice!"

Zhu Yuanzhang snorted and ignored Zhu Di's sophistry.

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

Zhu Di watched the video of "Li Shimin as Fusu" with a gloomy expression.

He admitted that this "Li Shimin version of Fusu" was indeed a brilliant tactic.

Turning the tables, taking the initiative, acting swiftly and decisively.

This is indeed the demeanor that an emperor should have.

However, a strong sense of resentment rose within him.

"What's this?"

"This is nothing but a minor skirmish, a mere sand dune incident, not worth mentioning."

"Back then, I faced the entire Ming Dynasty's condemnation, and that little beast Zhu Yunwen!"

"My campaign to quell the rebellion was a hundred times more difficult and ten thousand times more dangerous than his!"

He suddenly looked up at the sky, his eyes filled with provocation.

"Judy Jun! You unfilial son!"

"Didn't you say there was also a 'Zhu Di version of Fusu'?"

"Release it immediately so I can see it!"

"I'd like to see how you, you brat, can portray my 'Fusu'!"