Chapter 131

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

"What?"

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"When Emperor Xuanzong was alive, he once ordered a batch of copper stoves to be fired."

"And then?"

"That batch of copper stoves was fired exquisitely; Emperor Xuanzong loved them dearly, carrying and playing with them day and night, but it was precisely from the third year of Xuande that the late Emperor's health began to slowly decline."

"Later, the imperial physicians in the palace discovered that when that batch of copper stoves was fired originally, Your Majesty ordered a large amount of white water lead to be mixed in; the stoves looked exquisite, but white water lead is highly toxic, and perhaps over time a little contamination occurred."

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

"This young man ultimately fell to his love of play."

Thinking this, Zhu Di walked alone into the main tent, casually picked up a small knife, cut a piece of roasted lamb leg from the roasted sheep in the distance, and asked while eating:

"Where are the second and third? This little brat can't lead troops; why doesn't he ask these two great-uncles for help?"

"After all these years, can those two brothers still remember something from so many years ago?"

"Let me calculate... this year, the second should be sixty-nine, the third is three years younger, sixty-six this year, about the same age as me at this moment."

"Why not call them to gather in the capital, see me, and see if I can scare them to death."

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

But Hearing Fan Zhong stood aside alone for a long time without speaking.

Zhu Di looked at Hearing Fan Zhong before him, somewhat puzzled, and asked:

"Speak! What? Did the old wounds on the second flare up, making him unable to move? Then we can go to Shandong to see him too."

Hearing Fan Zhong looked at Zhu Di with some difficulty and said in a low voice:

"Your Majesty, Xu, Xuande Year One, the Prince of Han rebelled."

"And then?"

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

101, If all under heaven have sins, the sin lies with me alone!

Zhu Di himself stood frozen in place.

Hearing this, Zhu Yuanzhang in the chat group let out a "pfft" sound and almost choked on his tea.

"Cough, cough, cough."

Zhu Di seemed unable to believe his ears, looking at Hearing Fan Zhong before him in disbelief.

"These two bastards, did they finally stage another fratricidal conflict?"

"The face of the Zhu family has been utterly lost by those two!"

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

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

"Fourth, your great-grandson is far more ruthless than our Zhu Yunwen."

Zhu Di, as if all strength had been drained from his body, collapsed into a sitting position in the central military tent.

His face inevitably turned deathly pale from anger.

"Father, just a few days ago I forced them to take a deadly oath."

"Our Zhu family will never again engage in fratricide; whoever violates this shall meet an early death and short life; we swore an oath with blood."

The moment the words fell.

Zhu Di immediately fell into silence.

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

"So, this is the reason your grandson ascended the throne and passed away after only ten years?"

Zhu Yuanzang looked at Zhu Di helplessly and couldn't help but snort coldly:

"Enough, you young man, don't be anxious, don't be angry; over there, those brothers are still alive; it is not too late to mend the fold after the sheep are lost."

Hearing this, Zhu Di finally managed to come to his senses.

That's right.

Those brothers over there are all 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 alive back then, he once cast a divination for me."

Zhu Yuanzhang looked at Zhu Di with confusion and asked:

"What divination did he cast?"

"That was all a lie; when your father was a Monk back then, what words didn't I say? It was all nonsense!"

Zhu Di sighed and said:

"The first divination image was a flying dragon in the sky, the Crown Prince suddenly died, and the world was overturned onto me."

The moment the words fell, the chat group immediately fell into dead silence.

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

Pointing almost hoarsely at Zhu Di's nose, he fiercely questioned:

"What? You rebelled just because a Monk cast a divination for you?"

"What is that Monk's name? We must kill these bald donkeys."

"Get lost, don't stop us, where is our knife?!"

Zhu Di smiled helplessly and bitterly:

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

"The second hexagram is what this boy did: 'The dragon fights in the wild, blood stains the black and yellow, blood splashes within the forbidden palace.' Alas."

Hearing this, Zhu Yuanzhang's expression fell silent as well.

If the first hexagram was merely that monk's simple attempt to trick Zhu Di into rebelling,

then this second hexagram is indeed somewhat eerie.

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

Zhu Di sighed again and said,

"There is a third hexagram following."

The moment the words left his lips, Zhu Yuanzhang's brows instantly tightened.

"There is more?"

Zhu Di nodded slightly.

"The white dragon wears fish clothes for nine years; the soaring dragon has regret, falls to the ground, and again blood splashes within the forbidden palace. All enmity and killing lead to Indefinite."

"I estimate this hexagram applies to this boy."

Having spoken, Zhu Di's hand involuntarily pointed at Zhu Qi, who was standing in the tent.

Zhu Qi, who had originally been immersed in the excitement of the great defeat of the Oirat, looked at Zhu Di in utter confusion, then looked at Zhu Yuanzhang in the chat group.

He hurriedly defended himself, saying,

"Great-grandfather, that's impossible. I was born Crown Prince; my younger brothers have not the slightest interest in the throne."

Zhu Di snorted coldly and said,

"This is fate, fate!"

"Does having no interest now mean they will have no interest in the future?!"

"Father, our Zhu family is destined for another fratricidal conflict."

In stark contrast to Zhu Yuanzhang, upon learning that Zhu Zhanji had boiled and killed Zhu Gaoxu, Zhu Di placed absolute faith in "fate."

For what that old monk said was coming true one by one.

Hearing this, Zhu Qi immediately patted his own chest and said,

"Of course. My father and I are different; we two brothers are truly like hands and feet."

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

"Besides, even if it truly came to that point, I could never lay a killing hand on him."

Emperor Sizong Lie:

"..."

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