Zhu Yuanzhang Returns from Modern Times

Chapter 11 The Bloody Sword on the Waist
"Father, may I go with you?"

Zhu Biao looked at Zhu Yuanzhang and said with some concern.

He accompanied his father in the Wuying Palace and spent an hour reading the correspondence in Liao Yongzhong's mansion.

It makes me shudder and rage!

Liao Yongzhong and the others are so bold and go too far!
"Biao'er, no need, go to sleep, it's already late at night.

Don't stay up too late, it's bad for your health.

Father can handle these matters well and won't get hurt due to his anger.

Don't worry, Father is stronger than you think."

Zhu Yuanzhang said with a smile.

No matter how angry he was, Zhu Yuanzhang could control his temper when facing his own family.

According to his original idea, after confiscating the house and obtaining evidence, he would go to see Liao Yongzhong and deal with him as soon as possible.

There is no need to read any letters at all.

Because he knows everything.

But after thinking about it, he changed his decision and called Biaoer to watch part of it with him.

In the previous life, although Biaoer didn't say it, he could feel that Biaoer was somewhat dissatisfied with his killing of these heroes of the Ming Dynasty.

The further the story goes, the more obvious the invisible difference in ideas between father and son becomes.

There are many reasons for this, and one of the important reasons, Zhu Yuanzhang felt, was that he protected Biaoer too well.

Some things are too dark, and I don't want Biaoer to get involved. I just want to handle things myself and help Biaoer clear all obstacles.

Let Biaoer be a peaceful emperor.

In his previous life, Zhu Yuanzhang did not realize that there was anything wrong with what he did.

But in the fifteen years of modern life, he found that something was wrong.

Biao'er will become emperor after all.

Human resources are limited, and each generation has its own tasks and problems.

No matter how hard he tried, it would be impossible to solve all the problems in the future of the Ming Dynasty.

After Biaoer became emperor, he inevitably witnessed the wickedness of human nature.

In this case, you might as well be selective and let Biaoer get in touch with it first.

First, it can temper one's character.

So that when Biaoer encounters similar things in the future, he will not be caught off guard and suffer losses, or some of his mental ideas will not be greatly impacted, causing greater harm.

Secondly, it can reduce Biaoer's misunderstanding and estrangement towards himself.

Judging from Biaoer’s reaction now, my idea is still very good.

I believe that if I persevere, Biaoer will definitely understand my good intentions.

I know that it is right to raise the butcher knife and kill people!

As for letting Biaoer go back to rest and not stay up late, it was also a decision made by Zhu Yuanzhang after careful consideration.

During his fifteen years of modern life, he used various methods to analyze the reasons for Biao'er's death.

I think the biggest reason was not the cold that Biaoer caught.

Instead, Biaoer has been under double fatigue both physically and mentally for a long time, which has led to a serious decline in his immunity.

He had been in sub-health condition for a long time, which damaged his foundation, and then he died of a cold.

In my previous life, I always measured others by my own standards.

He felt that he would be full of energy after sleeping for two hours a day. Biaoer was much younger than him, and three hours of rest a day was enough to cope with the busy government affairs.

Only in modern times did I realize that there are only a very small number of people who are as energetic as I am.

It turns out that I am the abnormal one...

Now that I have a new life, I naturally cannot let the tragedy happen again.

"Father, it's alright, I'm not sleepy, I'm still in my prime.

Even the Emperor isn't sleepy, so how could I possibly be sleepy when I'm more than twenty years younger than him?"

Zhu Biao, with dark circles under his eyes, shook his head.

"Go to sleep, Biao'er. Your father and I are different from most people. We naturally don't sleep as much. You really can't last as long as me.

From now on, get enough sleep for four hours a day and don’t stress yourself out.

There is still a long way to go.

Life is one thing after another. Don't think about working harder and finishing something quickly, otherwise there will be no other things to do later.

Life is a long-distance race, not a short-distance race, and the body is the capital of revolution.

Enough is enough.”

Zhu Biao originally wanted to fight for it a little more, but after hearing what Zhu Yuanzhang said, he finally kept silent and accepted his father's kindness.

Looking at his father walking away with the people from the Royal Guard Commandant's Mansion who were carrying lanterns, Zhu Biao smiled.

He didn't stay here any longer and went back to sleep.

He was sure that it was not an illusion, his father was really different from before!

My father now still loves me very much as he did before and only wants to give me the best.

But they have become more delicate and will consider issues from their own perspective.

Zhu Biao even felt something like... equality from it.

This never happened before.

This feeling is undoubtedly wonderful.

But at the same time, it also made Zhu Biaoer confused and puzzled.

What is puzzling is not only the changes in the way my father does things, but also some changes in the way he speaks.

The body is the capital of revolution?

This statement may seem strange when I first heard it, but when I think about it carefully, I feel that it contains truth and is very thought-provoking.

Father...what happened?
How come it suddenly became different?

……

Inside the dark and damp Neiguan prison, Liu Ying, the left commander of the Imperial Guard Commandery, saluted Zhu Yuanzhang.

Zhu Yuanzhang nodded.

Liu Ying has been tested by history and is absolutely loyal to himself, unlike Cao Xiu, who is a traitor and cannot distinguish the important from the unimportant.

It was for this reason that he was sent by Zhu Yuanzhang to guard Liao Yongzhong every step of the way.

Liao Yongzhong, who was tied tightly to a pillar, opened his eyes when he heard the noise.

At this time, he seemed to be sober.

"I pay my respects to your Majesty. I have sinned and cannot perform the full ceremony. Please forgive me, Your Majesty."

He emphasized the word "superior".

Because it’s a very special name?
Only a small number of people who had followed Zhu Yuanzhang to conquer the world long ago were qualified to call Zhu Yuanzhang the superior.

"Xiao Liao, do you admit your guilt?"

Zhu Yuanzhang seemed not to have heard the word "superior". He stood in front of Liao Yongzhong and asked in a calm voice.

But it is precisely this calmness that makes people feel even more frightened!
"My Lord, I acknowledge my guilt. I was confused for a moment and drank some horse urine, so I started talking nonsense!"

Liao Yongzhong's attitude changed 180 degrees.

Zhu Yuanzhang shook his head and said, "You don't admit your guilt. You admit your guilt because you know that we have raided your house and that you are going to die.

When drunk, you don't talk nonsense; you speak the truth!"

Liao Yongzhong's heart skipped a beat.

Why are Zhu Yuanzhang’s words so scary?

"My Lord, I truly acknowledge my guilt and will never do it again!

Please give me another chance..."

“No chance.

We've given you enough opportunities.

I also know that if I give you a chance, not only will you not thank me or repent, but you will hate me and continue to do as you please!

Zhu Yuanzhang shook his head.

Liao Yongzhong broke out in a cold sweat and his heart sank to the bottom.

What the hell is wrong with Zhu Yuanzhang? Why is he playing by such an unconventional way?!
He... does he really want to kill himself?
How dare he!
"Ascend!
My Chaohu navy fought bloody battles along the way.

Uncle Yu, Brother Yu, Zhang Desheng, and my elder brother all died in the battle!
Of the two thousand soldiers who initially followed him to the throne, only one hundred and nine are left alive!

Once you are in power, you can't abandon the donkey after it has served its purpose!
You said you wouldn't learn from Liu Bang!"

"Snapped!"

Zhu Yuanzhang's expression was no longer calm, and he slapped Liao Yongzhong hard in the face.

He was beaten until the corner of his mouth bled!

"I really don't want to be Liu Bang!

But you, time and again, force us to become Liu Bang!
Having pushed me to this point, you now blame me for becoming Liu Bang!

You guys are the ones who have thought about all the good things!
We've all gotten a bad name!"

His eyes were slightly red as he stared at Liao Yongzhong and roared, his aura was intimidating!

The dungeon had been cleared out, and with only the three of them inside, it felt as if winter had arrived.

"Go up! Don't just direct your anger at me!
The group of people in Huaixi, your fellow villagers, are even more excessive!

I am not the only one who is corrupt and commits corruption.

Why are the people in power only targeting me?
If you really want to be fair, then kill them all!
In this case, I also respect you as a man who really cares about the Ming Dynasty!
You don't dare, do you?

You just see that my Chaohu navy doesn't form cliques, and I'm the only one leading them, so I'm easy to deal with, so you only pick on the weak!"

Seeing that giving in didn't work, Liao Yongzhong began to take a tough stance.

And directly dragged many Huaixi nobles into the water.

He said this because, on the one hand, he was really dissatisfied and felt that it was unfair for the emperor to only deal with him.

On the other hand, they deliberately exaggerated the situation to provoke the emperor and make him hesitate to act rashly.

This would reduce his guilt and prevent the emperor from actually killing him.

He was sure that after he said these words, Zhu Yuanzhang would be unable to do anything to him.

Zhu Yuanzhang smiled, and the next moment, he suddenly drew out the Emperor's Sword and pierced Liao Yongzhong's chest with one sword!

Liao Yongzhong's eyes widened instantly, filled with extreme disbelief.

I am the Marquis of Deqing! A founding noble of the Ming Dynasty!
Over the years, Zhu Yuanzhang had never killed a nobleman. How could he dare to do that now?!

Aren't you really afraid of the other nobles revolting?!
"You...you killed someone to silence him?"

He uttered a few words with difficulty.

"It's not murder to silence you, it's what you deserve!

We will not let go of those people from Huaixi who deserve to be killed! You go downstairs and wait for them to pass by!"

Zhu Yuanzhang's voice was low, filled with a murderous and chilling intensity.

Liao Yongzhong was stunned for a moment and wanted to say something, but he had no strength. As soon as he opened his mouth, blood gushed out.

After a moment, there was no movement, but the sneer on his face was particularly eye-catching.

Zhu Yuanzhang drew out the Emperor's Sword, and a stream of blood gushed out from Liao Yongzhong's chest.

Zhu Yuanzhang did not dodge or evade, allowing the blood to cover his head and face.

The pungent smell of blood enveloped it, and even its vision turned scarlet!
The sneer on Liao Yongzhong's face was even more eye-catching.

Zhu Yuanzhang knew what Liao Yongzhong meant.

He was mocking himself for only daring to attack him, mocking himself for becoming Liu Bang, mocking himself for putting away the good bow when the birds are gone!
He mocked himself for saying that what he said about dealing with the Huaixi nobles was false.

"Don't worry, we keep our word. None of those people who deserve to die will escape!"

He looked at Liao Yongzhong's body and spoke slowly.

His voice was hoarse, as if he was making a promise to Liao Yongzhong, but also as if he was speaking to himself.

After saying that, he turned around and walked out of the dungeon without stopping.

The Emperor's Sword hung low, and drops of blood slowly dripped from it.

After a moment, a hoarse voice mixed with the smell of blood could be heard faintly:

"I have killed millions of soldiers from Jiangnan, and the sword at my waist is still stained with blood.

The mountain monk does not recognize the hero, yet he only asks for his name!"

(End of this chapter)