Chapter 117

Zhu Di looked at Zhu Yuanzhang with some confusion and said,

"Dad, what do we do after we find Zhu Yunwen?"

Zhu Yuanzhang looked at the single teleportation talisman left in the chat group and said in a low voice,

"What time is it, and you still care about him?!"

"Save whoever we can!"

Hearing this, Zhu Di's heart rejoiced.

He immediately clasped his hands and said,

"Your son receives the imperial decree."

During the Yongle era.

The Han Prince, the Zhao Prince, and the Crown Prince looked at each other, gazing at Zhu Di behind the screen.

"Who is Dad talking to?"

"Why is he saying 'your son' over and over? Did Grandpa rise from the dead?"

"Tsk, if the old man rose from the dead, could Dad still act like this?"

"..."

Before the three could react,

Zhu Di had already slowly walked out from behind the screen.

Looking at the few people before him, he said in a low voice,

"Eldest."

Zhu Gaochi was stunned upon hearing this.

"Yes."

"You continue to supervise the state for a few more days; I am going out to handle some matters."

Zhu Gaochi looked at Zhu Di with some confusion and asked,

"Dad, what matters?"

Zhu Di snorted and said,

"To meet a few old friends."

Zhu Gaochi and the other two looked at each other, then spoke in unison,

"Your son receives the imperial decree!"

Having spoken, Zhu Di walked on his own toward the direction of the sleeping palace.

As soon as he stepped into the sleeping palace,

shimmering white light immediately appeared beneath Zhu Di's feet.

Then, everything before his eyes turned white.

When Zhu Di came to his senses again,

he was already in a military camp.

Standing before him was a youth whose figure bore some resemblance to Zhu Zhanji.

Outside the camp, chaos had already erupted.

"The Tatars have broken in!"

"General, Tatars are sneaking into the camp from the north!"

"..."

Looking at the youth before him, Zhu Di could not help but let out a long sigh.

Before Zhu Di could speak,

Hearing Fan Zhong, his temples gray and his body covered in blood, walked toward the main camp.

"Your Majesty, the Duke of Ying ordered this subordinate to escort..."

Before he could finish speaking, Hearing Fan Zhong saw the old man standing before him.

Hearing Fan Zhong's voice stopped abruptly, and that old man teased as always:

"Hearing Fan Zhong, so you have an old age too?"

95, Esen: Zhu Di is dead!

Inside the central camp tent, Hearing Fan Zhong, with gray temples, looked at Zhu Di before him in disbelief.

His throat bobbed up and down several times, and immediately it seemed as if something was swirling in his eyes.

"Em... Emperor..."

Zhu Di's expression gradually became solemn; placing a hand on his hip, he said in a low voice,

"How many troops do you have left in your vanguard camp?!"

Hearing Fan Zhong's body trembled, and he spoke loudly,

"The three thousand brothers of the vanguard camp; those still able to mount and fight number over fifteen hundred!"

Upon hearing this number,

Zhu Di's heart immediately trembled.

These were the most trusted of the trusted, the loyal core who had followed him all the way from Beiping to Jin Ling during the Jingnan campaign!

Zhu Di stood alone before the sand table, let out a long breath, and said in a low voice,

"Good!"

"Tell those brats in the vanguard camp to sharpen their blades and charge up to fight another round with us!"

Hearing Fan Zhong immediately knelt to the ground in excitement.

"This humble general swears to follow His Majesty to the death!"

Wang Zhen, standing outside the tent, saw this scene and felt as if he had grabbed a lifeline.

He immediately rushed into the tent.

"Bold Fan Zhong! Are your eyes blind? His Majesty is right here! Why do you bow to this old man?!"

Upon hearing this, Fan Zhong immediately jerked his head up.

He stared fixedly at Wang Zhen.

The killing intent that had been forcibly suppressed all along was no longer concealed in the slightest.

Wang Zhen, under Fan Zhong's gaze, could not help but shiver.

His momentum immediately weakened a few degrees.

"You, you truly intend to rebel?!"

Zhu Di looked at Wang Zhen with a blank expression and asked softly.

"Are you Wang Zhen?"

Wang Zhen looked at Zhu Di, then saw Zhu Qizhen, whom he had been protecting behind him.

He immediately straightened his neck and spoke loudly.

"Indeed!"

"Good. I intend to borrow something of yours for use; are you willing?"

Upon hearing this, Wang Zhen was stunned.

"I? Do you even deserve to call yourself 'I'?! You..."

Before Wang Zhen could finish speaking, he immediately felt a flash of cold light before his eyes.

He then lost consciousness forever.

Immediately, a thick scent of blood filled the entire tent.

Zhu Di, as if tossing a watermelon, lifted Wang Zhen's head and threw it onto Zhu Qizhen's imperial desk, yet his gaze could not help but fall upon the armor he often wore, hanging in the corner of the command tent.

"You brat, you even brought this along?"

"Today, Great-Grandfather will teach you how to fight a battle; you watch closely."

Zhu Qizhen, standing in the corner, immediately stepped forward and clasped his hands.

"Your son obeys the imperial decree!"

Zhu Di stared fixedly at the Oirat cavalry inside the tent, and a trace of killing intent suddenly appeared in his eyes.

"Arm me!"

"Yes!"