Chapter 119

"This is breaking the backbone of my Great Ming!"

Zhu Yuanzhang roared to the sky, his voice like weeping blood,

"Zhu Qizhen! You degenerate, you are the sinner of the Great Ming, the sinner of my Zhu family, I... I hate it!"

Yongle era.

Zhu Di also felt a deep powerlessness and desolation.

He conquered the north five times, wanting the Great Ming's military edge to be invincible.

But his descendant buried all this, making the Great Ming from then on a weakling that was passively beaten and internally infighting.

【Summary: Zhu Qizhen's life was extreme absurdity and extreme selfishness.

He proved with his "record": being an emperor doesn't require ability, just a good birth.

But he abolished the burial system in his later years, which can be considered his only flash of light, but this micro-light is far from enough to illuminate the century of darkness he brought to the Great Ming.】

The celestial screen gave its final verdict.

In the scene, Zhu Qizhen's "benevolent government" in his later years, compared with the mountain of corpses and sea of blood at Tumubao, the smoke of the Beijing Defense Battle, and the tragic heroism of Yu Qian's execution, appeared so insignificant and so ironic.

"Abolishing burial... Heh, he knows how to make up for himself."

Zhu Yuanzhang sneered, his eyes no longer having any warmth, only cold hatred.

"But what's the use of this? Can it bring back the lives of 200,000 soldiers? Can it bring back Yu Qian's life? Can it restore the backbone of the Great Ming?"

"No! His life is a sinner nailed to the pillar of shame of the Great Ming!"

Zhu Di also nodded silently. This small kindness, compared to his monstrous mistakes, is not worth mentioning at all.

"Being an emperor doesn't require ability, just a good birth..."

Liu Bang pondered these words, his expression complex, finally turning into a sigh.

These words, aren't they also said to him, to all founding monarchs? If descendants are unfilial, what can be done?

Parallel universe, Great Ming, 14th year of Zhengtong.

The young Ming Yingzong, Zhu Qizhen, under the instigation of the eunuch Wang Zhen, was full of blood and ready to follow the example of his great-grandfather, Emperor Yongle, to lead an imperial expedition, sweep away the Oirat, and establish peerless achievements.

At the morning court, he announced the decision of the imperial expedition with high spirits.

Minister of War Yu Qian, Minister of Personnel Wang Zhi, and many other ministers stepped out one after another, fiercely opposing.

"Your Majesty! The Oirat clowns, just send a general to punish them; why bother the Holy Spirit to lead the expedition?"

"Besides, the autumn heat has not yet retreated, and in the wilderness, it is not a place for the Son of Heaven. And now military supplies are not ready, and soldiers are not trained. Your Majesty, think twice!"

Yu Qian's words were sincere, almost weeping.

"Your Majesty, the weight of the ancestral state cannot be lightly ventured!"

"Wang Zhen is a eunuch, what does he know about military affairs? This is the way to disaster!" Other ministers also echoed.

Zhu Qizhen was a bit annoyed by what was said and was about to refute, when suddenly, the sky was filled with golden light, and the familiar celestial screen unfolded again.

When he saw "The Third Place on the Top Ten List of Dim-witted Emperors — Great Ming War God Zhu Qizhen," Zhu Qizhen was completely stunned.

Wang Zhen beside him was also scared to the point of being ashen-faced.

Immediately after, the celestial screen began to play the whole process of "Tumubao Incident," "Gate-Calling Son of Heaven," and "Unjustly killing Yu Qian"...

In the court, there was dead silence.

Only the sound of the celestial screen and the tragic scenes, humiliating scenes, and tragic endings in the pictures impacted everyone's soul.

Zhu Qizhen's face was as pale as paper, his whole body was covered in cold sweat, and he looked at himself on the celestial screen as "Great Ming War God (Tumubao Limited Edition)," "Gate-Calling Son of Heaven," and "Oirat International Student."

Watching the 200,000-strong army wiped out, watching himself being led by the Oirat like a dog to call the gate, watching Yu Qian being unjustly killed by himself...

A boundless fear, shame, and chill instantly engulfed him.

"No... this is not me... this is not true..." he muttered to himself, his body swaying.

And below the hall, the civil and military ministers led by Yu Qian, at this moment, their eyes looking at Zhu Qizhen and Wang Zhen had completely changed.

It was no longer advice, but shock, anger, fear, and... deep contempt.

It turned out that if the celestial screen hadn't descended, they were about to follow this "War God" emperor on a dead end of the entire army being annihilated, the emperor being captured, and the capital almost failing to be protected.

And Yu Qian, who turned the tide, would eventually be unjustly killed by this emperor.

"Your Majesty!"

Yu Qian was the first to stand out, no longer advising, but with a grief and determination of surviving a disaster, he knelt down, his voice clanging, resounding through the entire hall.

"The celestial screen is clear, the warning is before us, the disaster of Tumubao is right in front of us!"

"Wang Zhen brings disaster to the country, his crime deserves death! The proposal of an imperial expedition must not be carried out!"

"Please, Your Majesty, issue an edict immediately to imprison Wang Zhen for questioning, cancel the expedition, rectify the military equipment, to calm the hearts of the people and protect the Great Ming's country!"

"Please, Your Majesty, issue an edict to execute Wang Zhen and stop the expedition!"

This time, it was no longer a minority, but more than half of the civil and military ministers knelt down, their voices shaking the sky, with unquestionable determination.

Their eyes looking at Zhu Qizhen were full of oppression and warning.

Zhu Qizhen sat limp on the dragon chair, looking at the ministers kneeling in the hall, looking at his tragic future on the celestial screen, and looking at Wang Zhen beside him who was pale and shaking like chaff...

All his blood and all his ambition were shattered by the will of the celestial screen and the ministers at this moment.

He knew that his "War God" dream had been sentenced to death by the celestial screen before it even started, and nailed to the pillar of historical shame.

And these infamies of "Gate-Calling Son of Heaven" and "Oirat International Student" would accompany him for the rest of his life, even if he stopped at the edge of the cliff now.

For a long time, Zhu Qizhen seemed to have used up all his strength, waving his hand dejectedly, his voice dry and hoarse.

"Granted... granted. Wang Zhen... into the imperial prison, interrogate strictly."

"The expedition... stop. All military and national affairs... shall be... shall be discussed and handled by the Ministry of War and Yu Qian and others."

After speaking, he seemed to have been drained of all his strength, lying on the dragon chair, never daring to look at the celestial screen again.

And the Great Ming, because of this early warning from the celestial screen, avoided a monstrous disaster, but Zhu Qizhen's personal humiliation and the name of a dim-witted emperor could no longer be recovered.

The third place on the list of dim-witted emperors, Ming Yingzong Zhu Qizhen, with his "epic" flashy operations and destructive power, occupied a "prominent" position on the list.

And the last two on the list, their "gold content," I'm afraid, will be even more astonishing...