Chapter 119

"No, it certainly wasn't the Prince of Han; there are actually some rumors among the imperial physicians in the palace."

"What?"

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"During the reign of Emperor Xuanzong, he once ordered a batch of bronze incense burners to be fired."

"And then?"

"This batch of bronze burners was crafted exquisitely; Emperor Xuanzong liked them immensely, carrying and playing with them day and night, but it was precisely starting from the third year of Xuande that the late Emperor's health gradually declined."

"Later, the imperial physicians in the palace discovered that when this batch of bronze burners was fired, Your Majesty had ordered large quantities of white lead to be mixed in; the burners looked exquisite, but white lead is highly toxic, and perhaps over time some of it adhered."

Hearing this, Zhu Di's old face inevitably sank.

"This kid ultimately fell due to his love for play."

Thinking this, Zhu Di walked into the great tent on his own, casually picked up a small knife, cut a piece of roasted leg of lamb from the distant roast sheep, and asked while eating:

"Where are the Second and Third? This little whelp can't lead troops; doesn't he know to ask his two great-uncles for help?"

"After all these years, could those two brothers still care about matters from so many years ago?"

"Let Us calculate... this year, the Second should be sixty-nine, the Third is three years younger, making him sixty-six this year, almost the same age as Us now."

"Why not summon them to gather in the capital; let them see Us and see if they can be frightened to death."

Having said this, Zhu Di couldn't help but laugh.

However, Fan Zhong stood silently to the side for a long time without speaking.

Looking at Fan Zhong before him, Zhu Di asked with some confusion:

"Speak up! What? Did those old injuries on the Second's body flare up, leaving him unable to move? In that case, We can go to Shandong to see him."

Fan Zhong looked at Zhu Di with some difficulty and whispered:

"Your Majesty, in the first year of Xuande, the Prince of Han rebelled."

"And then?"

"And then he was roasted by Emperor Xuanzong..." Three.

101, if there are crimes among the ten thousand states, the guilt lies with Us alone!

Zhu Di stood frozen in place.

Hearing this, Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Yuanzhang in the chat group let out a "pfft," nearly choking on his tea.

"Cough, cough, cough."

As if unable to believe his own ears, Zhu Di looked at Fan Zhong before him in disbelief.

"These two bastards, did they ultimately engage in another fratricidal conflict?"

"The face of the Zhu family has been completely shamed by the two of them!"

Zhu Di's roar echoed throughout the entire camp tent.

Meanwhile, on the other end, Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Yuanzhang looked at Zhu Di and snorted coldly:

"Old Four, this grandson of yours is far more ruthless than our Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Yunwen."

Zhu Di slumped into a seat in the central army tent as if all strength had been drained from his body.

His face turned deathly pale from anger.

"Father, just a few days ago I forced them to swear a poisonous oath."

"'Our Zhu family shall never again shed the blood of kin; whoever violates this shall die young and have a short life'; we drank blood to seal the alliance."

The moment these words left his mouth.

Zhu Di immediately fell into silence.

Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Yuanzhang looked at Zhu Di with a helpless expression and asked:

"So, is this the reason your grandson ascended the throne and died within ten years?"

Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Yuanzhang sized up Zhu Di helplessly and couldn't help but snort coldly:

"Enough, you kid, don't rush and don't get angry; over there, those few brothers are still alive; it is not too late to mend the fold after the sheep are lost."

Hearing this, Zhu Di finally came to his senses.

That's right.

Those few brothers on his side were still alive and well.

However, immediately after, a bitter smile inevitably appeared on Zhu Di's face.

"Father, to be honest, when that old monk was still alive, he once cast a divination for me."

Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Yuanzhang looked at Zhu Di with confusion and asked:

"Cast what divination?"

"That was all deception; when your father was a monk back then, what lies didn't I tell? It's all bullshit!"

Zhu Di sighed and said:

"The first omen was: A flying dragon soars in the sky, the Crown Prince dies suddenly, and the world overturns into my hands."

The moment these words left his mouth, the chat group immediately fell into a deathly silence.

The corners of Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Yuanzhang's mouth twitched slightly; with a "snap," the tea cup in his hand was smashed to pieces.

Pointing almost hoarsely at Zhu Di's nose, he demanded sternly:

"What? You listened to a monk's divination and rebelled?"

"What was that monk's name? We must slaughter these bald donkeys."

"Get out of the way, don't stop Us; where is Our knife?!"

Zhu Di smiled bitterly with helplessness:

"Father, some things cannot be disbelieved; this is fate."

"The second divination image is this young lad's doing: 'Dragons fight in the wild, their blood stains the black and yellow; blood is splashed within the forbidden palace,' sigh."

Hearing this, Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Yuanzhang's expression inevitably fell silent.

If the first divination image was merely that monk simply trying to trick Zhu Di into rebelling,

then this second divination image was indeed somewhat eerie.

Because there was absolutely no need for it; it would only bring trouble upon oneself.

Zhu Di then sighed and said,

"There is a third divination image following this."

As soon as the words left his mouth, Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Yuanzhang's brows instantly tightened.

"There is more?"

Zhu Di nodded slightly.

"'The white dragon dons fish robes for nine years; the arrogant dragon has cause for regret, falling to the ground, again splashing blood within the forbidden palace; vengeance and killing shall have no end.'"

"I estimate that this divination image is destined to be fulfilled by this young lad."

Having said this, Zhu Di's hand involuntarily pointed toward Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Qizhen, who was standing inside the military tent.

Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Qizhen, who had originally been immersed in the excitement of the great victory over the Oirat, looked at Zhu Di in blank confusion, and then looked at Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Yuanzhang in the chat group.

He hurriedly defended himself, saying,

"Great-Grandfather, it's impossible! I was born the Crown Prince, and my several younger brothers have not the slightest interest in the throne."

Zhu Di snorted coldly and said,

"These are all fate, fate!"

"Just because they have no interest now, does that mean they won't have interest in the future?!"

"Father, our Zhu family is destined to have another instance of kin slaughtering kin."

In stark contrast to Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Yuanzhang, upon learning that Zhu Zhu Zhanji had cooked and killed Zhu Zhu Gaoxu, Zhu Di believed firmly in "fate."

Because the words spoken by that old monk were turning into reality one by one.

Upon hearing this, Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Qizhen immediately slapped his chest and said,

"That is certainly true; my father and I are different. We two brothers truly share a bond like hands and feet."

"Even if I yielded the throne to him, he might not even want it."

"Besides, even if things truly reached that point, I could never bring myself to kill him."

Emperor Sizhong Lie:

"..."

When everyone in the chat group saw Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Youjian's question mark, they all inevitably fell silent.