Chapter 20

But with Zhu Yunwen's small frame.

How could he possibly be Su Qiao's match?

Su Qiao raised his hand without hesitation and directly seized Zhu Yunwen's wrist.

"Your Highness, this minister is not the Prince of Yan; this minister has never gone into battle to slay the enemy!"

"The Prince of Yan is a frontier king who truly charges into the fray! Could Your Highness's little tricks possibly wound His Highness the Prince of Yan?"

Having said this, Su Qiao raised his hand and delivered another slap.

He struck Zhu Yunwen hard across the right cheek.

A "smack" rang out.

Both sides of Zhu Yunwen's face immediately swelled up.

At this point, Zhu Yunwen had lost all fighting spirit, and was held in Su Qiao's hand like a little chick.

By now, the wails of Huang Zicheng and Watching Qi Tai were about to pierce straight through the clouds from the Imperial Prison.

"Su Qiao! Su Qiao! If you want to hit, hit me instead!"

"Whatever tricks you have, take them out on me; why involve His Highness!"

"Su Qiao, are you truly not afraid of death?!"

"……"

Su Qiao could no longer be bothered with Huang Zicheng and Watching Qi Tai.

Taunting Zhu Yunwen as he went, he likewise struck left and right, slapping Zhu Yunwen hard across the face.

Raised in luxury from childhood.

After Zhu Biao's death, Zhu Yuanzhang treated Zhu Yunwen as a stand-in for Zhu Biao, and Zhu Yunwen had never even suffered many of the hardships Zhu Biao had endured back then.

Now, inside the Imperial Prison.

The sounds of "smack, smack."

The wails of Huang Zicheng and the others.

And the sounds of the Embroidered Uniform Guards hacking at locks rose one after another.

"Where is Your Highness's lofty ambition?"

"Why aren't you fighting back?!"

"Traitorous villain, stop it, you traitorous villain!"

"……"

Finally.

A "clack" rang out.

The iron chains of the cell were finally hacked through by the Embroidered Spring Sabers.

By the time the crowd poured into the cell.

Zhu Yunwen had already been slapped unconscious by Su Qiao.

"Grand Heir Apparent! Grand Heir Apparent!"

The crowd lifted Zhu Yunwen out of the cell in a flurry of hands.

Huang Zicheng, beside himself with rage, glared at Su Qiao and roared,

"Su Qiao, you little brat, you dare harm my lord's Highness—this old man will fight you to the death!"

Having said this, Huang Zicheng let out a "waaah" and lunged at Su Qiao.

"Smack!"

Another slap, delivered hard across Huang Zicheng's face.

Huang Zicheng had never imagined that even with the Lao Sect opened, Su Qiao would still dare to lay hands on him!

Watching Qi Tai saw that the situation was going wrong, that Huang Zicheng's antics might well get him locked up again by Su Qiao for another beating, so he hurried forward and held Huang Zicheng back tightly.

"Lord Huang, now that the Grand Heir Apparent has been rescued, why tangle with him?"

"What you and I must do most urgently now is to file a fierce memorial of impeachment against this Su Qiao! Everything will be decided by the Holy Son of Heaven!"

Huang Zicheng, clutching his own swollen red cheek, looked at Su Qiao in the cell, who was barely suppressing a smile on his face.

"You! ……Hmph!"

Watching Qi Tai and Huang Zicheng swept off their sleeves and left.

After Huang Zicheng and the others had gone.

Every prisoner and Embroidered Uniform Guard in the entire Imperial Prison stared at Su Qiao in shock.

Good heavens.

This assignment today was well worth it!

Beating up the Grand Heir Apparent.

Something most people wouldn't encounter in a hundred lifetimes.

Today they had run into it!

Watching the expressions of the crowd.

Su Qiao could not help but bow with clasped hands toward Jiang Huan outside the Duizhe Sect and said,

"Commander Jiang, this one is surely doomed now, isn't he?"

The corner of Jiang Huan's mouth twitched slightly.

"Lord Su, you are the one!"

Saying this, Jiang Huan could not help but give Su Qiao a thumbs-up.

Hearing this, Su Qiao could not help but throw back his head and let out a long howl.

"Hahaha!"

Everyone around cast pitying glances at Su Qiao.

What a pity.

Such a bright future, thrown onto the guillotine like this...

Only Su Qiao paid no attention to these glances.

A bunch of primitives.

You know nothing!

Isn't it more satisfying for me to go back, drink happy water, and blow air conditioning than to be an Emperor in this Great Ming?

Not even a pair of black stockings.

What's the point of me living!

Just to come to the Great Ming once.

Beat up Zhu Yunwen before going back.

That's enough to brag about for a lifetime, right?

Twenty! Don't you, Huang Zicheng, understand the principle that when the lord is disgraced, the minister must die?!

Inside the Qianqing Palace.

Zhu Yuanzhang was staring blankly at an "Imperial Edict" on the imperial desk before him.

"Depose Crown Prince Zhu Biao from the position of Crown Prince."

"Posthumously confer the title of Wu Wang upon the deposed Crown Prince Zhu Biao."

"Posthumously confer the title of Wu Wang upon the Wu Heir Zhu Xiongying."

"Enfeoff Imperial Grandson Zhu Yunwen as Prince of Guangze."

"Posthumously confer the title of Wu Wang upon the Wu Heir Zhu Xiongying."

"Change the title of Wu Wang Zhu Xiongying to Prince of Yu."

"... When the elder brother dies, the younger brother succeeds. Zhu Xiongying has no son; Imperial Grandson Zhu Yunwen shall inherit the position of Prince of Yu; Imperial Grandson Zhu Yunteng shall be enfeoffed as Prince of Guangze..."

Once Zhu Yuanzhang issues this Imperial Edict.

The throne will never have any connection with Zhu Yunwen again.

From now on.

Zhu Yunwen will be just an ordinary feudal prince of the Great Ming.

Old Zhu even thoughtfully changed the originally planned "Wu Wang" to "Prince of Yu."

After all, Wu Wang was Old Zhu's title before he ascended the throne.