[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-starting-from-the-battlefield-gathering-attribut":3,"chapter-starting-from-the-battlefield-gathering-attribut-starting-from-the-battlefield-gathering-attribut-chapter-201":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Starting from the Battlefield: Gathering Attributes to Build the All-Heavens Ming Dynasty",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2342008,4577,"Chapter 201: Zhu Xiongying: Yunling, Brother, If I","starting-from-the-battlefield-gathering-attribut-chapter-201",201,"\u003Cp>Then!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lady Lü seemed to recall something, then smiled at Shen Yuer: “Though I am merely a woman, ignorant of state affairs, I have long heard the name of the Champion Marquis.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s known throughout the entire Yingtian City.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Especially my son Yunwen—he has long admired the Champion Marquis.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Especially how the Champion Marquis excels at commanding troops—he is hailed as the Great Ming’s fiercest warrior general. Should the Champion Marquis ever return, I hope Yunwen may learn from him.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Upon hearing this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhu Yuanzhang, seated on the main seat, furrowed his brow slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhu Biao’s expression also shifted slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lady Lü!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too eager.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This display of hers clearly reveals her intent to court Zhu Ying for her son.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the surface, she feigns admiration from her son to draw closer; in truth, she seeks to secure an alliance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before Zhu Yuanzhang and his son, this was plainly petty scheming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shen Yuer, taken aback by Lady Lü’s sudden words, was unsettled. Though she understood little of court politics, she knew one thing: her husband’s title and honors were granted by imperial authority, and since the former Crown Prince passed, though Lady Lü managed the Eastern Palace’s affairs, she remained a concubine, her son an illegitimate one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In contrast, the legitimate son Zhu Yunling held a higher status.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If her husband were drawn into this vortex, it would bring no good to their family.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as Shen Yuer struggled to find words to refuse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Enough.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhu Biao spoke, his face strained and stern: “The Champion Marquis is a battlefield general, skilled in troop command and blade combat—his strength lies in slaying enemies. To have him tutor imperial princes and grandsons is a gross waste of talent.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If Yunwen wishes to study martial arts, the palace will arrange instructors.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With these words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lady Lü was instantly brought back to reality. Seeing Zhu Biao’s grim expression, she immediately bowed: “Your humble wife overstepped. Please forgive me, my lord.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Biao’er.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Today is a family banquet.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Your many younger brothers and sisters will arrive soon.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No need for such formality,” Zhu Yuanzhang said, raising his hand with a smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhu Biao nodded and said no more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Bring in.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Seats.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhu Yuanzhang called out loudly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In response.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eunuchs and palace maids carried chairs into the Wenyuange Hall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Take your seats.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhu Biao gestured to Lady Lü.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Your humble wife receives the order,” Lady Lü replied respectfully at once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She then gave Yunwen and his two brothers a signal and moved to a side chair, preparing to sit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Zhu Yunling remained standing, head bowed, staring blankly at Zhu Wenxi. Though just scolded, his emotions had not settled—tears he had wiped continued to fall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looking at this boy who bore such a striking resemblance to his elder brother, even as a child, Zhu Yunling felt as if he saw his true brother, his kin—his grievance, his ache, suddenly found an outlet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if sensing Zhu Yunling’s unwavering gaze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhu Wenxi, curious, met Zhu Yunling’s complex, bitter, even wounded eyes—and without thinking, he walked over to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Uncle.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why are you crying?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Do you want something to eat? I’ll get it for you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhu Wenxi looked up, genuinely concerned, asking Zhu Yunling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looking at Zhu Wenxi before him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhu Yunling’s mind instantly flashed a memory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yuntong.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s wrong with you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I told you to train with me—you won’t. I told you to ride with me—you won’t.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“With these puny arms and legs, what will you do when I’m not by your side?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The seven- or eight-year-old boy looked down at the four-year-old boy, speaking with an air far beyond his years.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though both were young, the older one clearly showed maturity far exceeding his age.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Big brother.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s training?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The young Zhu Yunling asked, puzzled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That… that means practicing martial arts.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Only when your body grows strong will no one dare bully you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Enough, why ask so much?” Zhu Xiongying grumbled, exasperated by the child.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“As long as big brother is here, no one will bully me,” Zhu Yunling grinned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Get lost.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If I’m really gone one day, you’ll be beaten to death,” Zhu Xiongying said, sounding deeply worried.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Big brother, don’t talk nonsense.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Big brother will always be here… Wah… Wahhh…” Zhu Yunling looked up, visibly upset, then burst into loud sobs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing his crying younger brother, Zhu Xiongying felt even more helpless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What kind of misfortune is this, ending up with you as my brother?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sigh.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Here, eat this cake—shut up,” Zhu Xiongying sighed, shaking his head, then finally pulled a pastry from his sleeve to quiet Zhu Yunling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>……\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Memories unfolded one by one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, they seemed made real.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“B…Big brother.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I miss you so much.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yuntong misses you so much.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhu Yunling crouched down, tears streaming uncontrollably, his gaze fixed tightly on Zhu Wenxi’s face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The earlier scolding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhu Yunling had clearly forgotten it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Facing Zhu Wenxi, so like his elder brother, Zhu Yunling now saw him as his true brother—his grief, unbearable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For over a decade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had lost his elder brother for over a decade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The words his brother once spoke to him had come true—his brother was truly gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing this!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhu Yunling’s weeping was a true, heart-wrenching outpouring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhu Yuanzhang and Zhu Biao exchanged a glance—and neither moved to stop him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Perhaps.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yuntong truly misses his elder brother.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“When Yuntong was born, his mother died in childbirth because of him—this made Biao’er resent him. Had it not been for Xiongying’s care, perhaps Yuntong would never have lived to grow up.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Enough, enough.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yuntong is deeply sincere.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We must not blame him,” Zhu Yuanzhang sighed inwardly, saying nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beside him, Zhu Biao watched Zhu Yunling weep so painfully, so genuinely, and sighed, shaking his head, saying nothing more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The weight Zhu Xiongying held in Zhu Yunling’s heart needed no explanation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The elder brother is like a father!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though young, Zhu Xiongying had always lived by this truth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That damned bastard really thinks Zhu Wenxi is Zhu Xiongying.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Shameful.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let him humiliate himself before His Majesty and the Crown Prince.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then His Majesty and the Crown Prince will grow ever more disappointed in this bastard.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Shi regarded Zhu Yunling’s expression at this moment with clear revulsion in her eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet in the Wenyuan Pavilion hall, she naturally showed none of it; before Zhu Yuanzhang, she always maintained the image of a virtuous daughter-in-law, well-bred and cultured, and before Zhu Biao, she appeared especially understanding and tender.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before Zhu Yuanzhang and Zhu Biao, neither knew the true nature of Lu Shi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And as Lu Shi remained silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhu Yunwen sat quietly beside her, lips sealed, watching in stillness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Zhu Yunling.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Crown Prince’s legitimate son, the younger brother of the former Imperial Grandson.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It seems Xi’er truly resembles that former Imperial Grandson in appearance—so much so that this Zhu Yunling is moved to tears.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sigh.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shen Yuer, watching this scene, could not help but feel a pang of emotion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If this were outside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shen Yuer might have offered words of comfort, but here in the Wenyuan Pavilion hall, with the Emperor and Crown Prince silent, she had no right to speak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The closer she drew to the center of Great Ming’s power, the more cautious Shen Yuer became; she did not grow arrogant because her husband had risen to glory, but remained ever prudent, unwilling to let her own actions affect him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Uncle.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t cry.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let me wipe your tears.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Zhu Yunling weep so bitterly, Zhu Wenxi seemed deeply concerned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After fumbling in his robe, he pulled out a small cloth and gently wiped Zhu Yunling’s face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Can I… hug you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feeling Zhu Wenxi’s kindness—something Zhu Yunling had not felt in the Eastern Palace for a long time—he blinked back tears and asked tentatively.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll hug you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Comfort you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhu Wenxi smiled faintly, stepped forward, and wrapped his small arms around Zhu Yunling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhu Yunling truly felt again the cherished memory of his elder brother carrying him through the Eastern Palace, through the imperial halls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Elder brother.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Perhaps.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This person before me is truly your reincarnation.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So alike.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Have you come to see how I’m faring?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Elder brother…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhu Yunling whispered softly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a while,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhu Yunling came to his senses, wiped away his tears, and slowly released Zhu Wenxi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he rose and knelt straight before Zhu Yuanzhang and Zhu Biao: “Grandfather Emperor, Father Lord!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yunling has been disrespectful.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saying this,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhu Yunling bowed his head in kowtow, yet his eyes held a flicker of fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Enough.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yunling, you’re showing true feeling. Though you broke decorum, I forgive you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Rise.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhu Yuanzhang smiled faintly and raised his hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thank you, Grandfather Emperor.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thank you, Father Lord.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhu Yunling rose slowly, head bowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yunling.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s been over half a year since I last saw you, hasn’t it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How are things in the Eastern Palace?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhu Yuanzhang asked with a smile; before his grandchildren, he still appeared deeply kind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing this question,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhu Yunling’s gaze immediately flickered toward Lu Shi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He felt an urge to reveal everything he had endured in the Eastern Palace over the years.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>it was because Zhu Wenxi was here—seeing him felt like seeing his elder brother, giving him strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Lu Shi was sharp; she instantly read his expression, shot him a glare, feigned a cough, and picked up a silk handkerchief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Zhu Yunling saw the handkerchief,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>his face paled, and worry flooded his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In an instant,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhu Yunling crushed the impulse rising in his heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet Zhu Yuanzhang and Zhu Biao’s gazes lingered on Lu Shi for a moment—clearly, her gesture had been too deliberate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Grandfather Emperor.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yunling is doing well in the Eastern Palace,” Zhu Yunling forced himself to reply respectfully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good to hear.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re a child who keeps everything bottled up inside—I know your nature. Still haunted by past events, you’ve lost interest in everything, even ignored your tutors.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t do that again.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhu Yuanzhang spoke with paternal admonition, temporarily setting aside Lu Shi’s odd behavior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Your servant accepts your teaching,” Zhu Yunling bowed respectfully, his heart filled only with grievance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everything in the Eastern Palace,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>was what Lu Shi wanted them to see.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because it was the Eastern Palace—the current Crown Prince’s domain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, the Embroidered Uniform Guard, spread across the empire, was not stationed within the Eastern Palace, for Zhu Biao deeply despised their invasive presence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhu Yuanzhang would never use the Embroidered Uniform Guard to spy on his heir; thus, he remained unaware of the Eastern Palace’s true state.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moreover, over these many years,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>since the Crown Princess’s death, Lu Shi had taken full control of the Eastern Palace—imagine how thoroughly she had dominated it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“When will your two sisters arrive?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why didn’t they come with you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhu Biao now spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had many concubines, and among them, several children.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before Zhu Yunling could answer,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Shi immediately replied respectfully: “My lord! The younger sisters are still preparing—I came ahead of them. They’ll arrive shortly.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmm.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhu Biao nodded, asking no further questions; today was the imperial family’s New Year’s Eve gathering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once before the New Year, once during it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A rare reunion of descendants.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yunling.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Take your seat.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhu Biao spoke to Zhu Yunling with indifferent calm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhu Yunling replied respectfully and walked toward Lu Shi’s side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The chairs,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>were arranged strictly by rank.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the legitimate son,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>he naturally sat beside Lu Shi—even Zhu Yunwen and his two brothers had to sit one seat behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Zhu Yunling sat down,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Shi’s cold gaze immediately fixed on him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Worthless brat.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Still plotting.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thankfully I prepared in advance—using that lowly maid to threaten him. Otherwise, he might have blurted out nonsense in this hall.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Even if the Emperor and Crown Prince wouldn’t believe him, they might still investigate.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Indeed.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Father is right.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Before everything is fully under control, we must not neglect our guard against this bastard—otherwise, we might truly be harmed by him.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lady Lü’s heart burned with anger toward Zhu Yunwu, and a sharp coldness toward him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If not for being inside the imperial palace, Lady Lü might have directly scolded Zhu Yunwu.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yuer, bring Xi’er and sit beside me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Shen Yuer still standing in the hall, seemingly unsure where to sit, Zhu Biao smiled immediately and gestured for her to take a seat beside him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Your Highness.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Your humble wife will sit further back; I dare not overstep to take a seat beside Your Highness.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the sight of the seat, Shen Yuer immediately declined politely—she naturally adhered to humility and refused to grow arrogant from favor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Crown Prince has spoken.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sit.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You are the wife of our Great Ming’s esteemed Marquis of the Champion, and the mother of the Crown Prince’s adopted grandson—you have the right.\" Zhu Yuanzhang smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing this,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shen Yuer could only bow slightly and thank them: \"Your humble wife thanks Your Majesty and Your Highness.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She then walked over and sat down slowly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Xi’er, come to Grandfather.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching Shen Yuer sit,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhu Biao warmly and tenderly beckoned Zhu Wenxi in the hall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Affection shone plainly on his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anyone could see it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lady Lü, watching this scene, maintained a gentle smile on the surface, but inwardly gnashed her teeth in fury.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhu Yunwen also kept his head lowered, his eyes filled with hatred.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",2231,"2026-06-20T23:30:12.484Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","845c3be5bc4e11bc258c8b4e1a379389832c2cda1819e758ea666b568347c40a","starting-from-the-battlefield-gathering-attribut-chapter-202","starting-from-the-battlefield-gathering-attribut-chapter-200",204,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fstarting-from-the-battlefield-gathering-attribut-cover.jpg"]