Chapter 503

"How about it?"

"Is this an immortal art?"

Zhu Yuanzhang shook his head: "What kind of immortal art is this? This is just ordinary martial arts.... Let's continue talking about the Fourth's matter!"

"Along with me joining the chat group, there was also an Emperor, a descendant of the Ming Dynasty more than two hundred years later, a last-dynasty Emperor. That fellow was stupid to death, and even clamored about exterminating my nine clans."

Empress Ma was stunned: "A later-generation of the Zhu clan actually said he'd exterminate your nine clans? Outrageously unfilial!"

"Right, so I just had him step onto the ring and pummeled him to death." Zhu Yuanzhang spread his hands.

Empress Ma said: "But you still haven't talked about the Fourth's matter, have you?"

"You have no idea." Zhu Yuanzhang's face was bitter. "The Fourth eventually rebelled — Emperor Chengzu, what a grand title! That last-dynasty Emperor was from his line."

"The Fourth rebelled?" Empress Ma refused to believe it. "The Fourth is quite filial. How could he possibly rebel?"

Just as they were speaking, the sound of footsteps rang out.

"Father, you've summoned the Fourth Brother into the palace again — you aren't going to beat him up again, are you?" Zhu Biao walked at the very front, saying somewhat ingratiatingly, "If the Fourth Brother has done something to anger you, let me handle it. I'll definitely give him a good lesson."

"You?" Old Zhu was speechless. "You just love favoring him. Sigh, fine then. You all probably think I've gone mad lately. Come, take a look at your future affairs."

With a casual wave, several thick, large-volume books appeared atop the desk.

Zhu Biao and Zhu Di exchanged a glance and hurriedly stepped forward.

Even Empress Ma drew close, picked up a volume, and began reading.

"Ming History 3.0?"

Zhu Yuanzhang nodded: "It's the Ming History. The more than two hundred years of Ming Jiangshan are all within. You may take a look and then tell me your views."

Zhu Biao was shocked: "This... this can't be real, can it?"

Zhu Di: "Right, isn't this some swindler's fabricated history book? Old Man, you beat me up over a swindler — I'm so wronged."

"Don't talk about being wronged yet. Take a look first." Empress Ma had already witnessed martial arts, so regarding these history books, she already believed most of it in her heart.

Zhu Biao nodded, picked up a history book, and began reading.

"The typeface is elegant, just a bit small — it's a strain to read."

Modern-printed classical-style books naturally had far smaller typefaces than ancient ones, and for people of antiquity, it really wasn't easy to get used to at first glance.