Daming: I really don’t want to be an emperor!

Hearing what Borjigin Enke said, several of his personal soldiers bowed and said, "We will follow you through thick and thin!"

Borjigin Enke looked at these loyal soldiers and was deeply moved.

Don't give up, wait for the day when you can make a comeback.

Borjigin Enke said to them affectionately, "When I was in dire straits, you stayed by my side without leaving me. If I can restore my country in the future, I will definitely reward you with land and titles of kings, so that your descendants can always be bathed in the emperor's grace! Live and die with the country!"

Borjigin Enke's words excited the soldiers. They knelt down and kowtowed to express their loyalty and gratitude.

"Thank you, Your Majesty!"

Borjigin Enke quickly helped them up and encouraged everyone to work together to achieve the great cause of national restoration.

Immediately afterwards, Borjigin Enke mounted his horse and stopped looking for food. Instead, he resolutely led his personal soldiers on a new journey.

Borjigin Enke looked back at the grassland behind him and said, "Thirty years in the east, thirty years in the west. Don't look down on me because I am poor and middle-aged. Lan Yu, I will come back sooner or later. You'd better live two more years."

After saying this, Borjigin Enke led his troops away.

Their figures gradually moved further away, and finally disappeared into the vast night...

Although the road ahead is rugged and full of difficulties, they firmly believe that as long as they persevere, they will be able to find hope and rebuild the glory of the Yuan Empire.

With such loyal ministers, I have no reason to worry about not being able to restore my country!

Lan Yu sneezed, "A-choo, what the hell? Why do I feel like someone is talking about me?"

"General." Cao Zhen walked into the central military tent.

Lan Yu hummed and looked up at him: "What's wrong?"

"General, I have something important to report." Cao Zhen walked quickly to Lan Yu and said solemnly.

Lan Yu frowned and asked in confusion, "What's so urgent? Can't we wait until tomorrow? This general is already exhausted!"

As he spoke, Lan Yu yawned loudly, indicating that he was really tired.

Lan Yu thought to himself that the remaining troops from all directions could be pursued tomorrow. As long as they were chased to the border of the grassland, it would be enough to ensure that the army had rest and complete the mission.

At this moment, Cao Zhen suddenly took out a scroll of imperial edict from his arms and handed it to Lan Yu.

"Fuck, imperial edict? Where did you get it?" Lan Yu's eyes widened as he looked at the imperial edict in surprise.

He stood up suddenly, leaned forward, and stared at the imperial edict in Cao Zhen's hand.

"General, the imperial court sent someone to announce the imperial edict, but you were fighting at the front at that time. In order not to disturb your battle, I detained the messenger without authorization." Cao Zhen respectfully handed the imperial edict to Lan Yu and explained what had happened.

Lan Yu took the imperial edict and read its contents carefully. As he read more, his expression became more and more ugly, and cold sweat began to appear on his forehead.

"The Supreme Emperor...passed away?" Lan Yu said in shock.

Why did Zhu Yuanzhang disappear?

"Yes, the court also asked us to transport the spoils back quickly, and it seems quite urgent." Cao Zhen nodded.

Lan Yu closed the imperial edict and said, "Then Zhu Xiaoer and Zhu Xiaosan should not follow us to Fenglangjuxu. Let them collect the spoils and escort them back to the capital tomorrow."

"General, I'm afraid they won't be happy about this. Now that Fenglangjuxu is right in front of us, drive them back," Cao Zhen said.

Lan Yu thought it made sense. "Then go call them here and ask for their opinions. You are right to withhold the imperial edict. Otherwise, the news of the great funeral will surely affect the morale of the army."

"Yes, thank you, General." Cao Zhen accepted the order and left the military tent.

Beijing.

In the Qianqing Palace, Zhu Yunhuan sat on the dragon throne, while Zhu Su stood several meters away, with a screen between them. This was to prevent the spread of possible infectious diseases and protect the emperor's safety.

Zhu Yunhuan asked solemnly, "Uncle, are you sure?"

Zhu Su replied firmly, "Yes, there is no mistake. It is definitely a plague."

Zhu Su's tone was full of affirmation, and it was obvious that he was completely sure about this.

Upon hearing the news, Zhu Yunhuan took a deep breath, a trace of anxiety flashed in his eyes, but he quickly regained his composure and said slowly, "I understand, uncle, take care of yourself and be careful not to get infected. If there is nothing else, uncle, go and get busy."

Zhu Su bowed and saluted, saying he understood, "I will take my leave."

As a doctor, Zhu Su was well aware of the severity of the plague and was worried that he would bring danger to the emperor, so he turned and left in a hurry.

Zhu Yunhuan looked at Zhu Su's departing back and a heavy sense of responsibility surged in his heart.

Zhu Yunhuan swept the teacup in front of him to the ground.

"Buddhism, you have gone too far in bullying me!"