Daming: Grandpa Emperor, please get up and sit on my throne!

Zhu Chong and Zhu Gang both had disheveled hair and looked tired.

"I am a prince! All officials must kneel when they see me. Why do you ask me to kneel down? How dare you offend me!" Zhu Chong said in a hoarse voice. It was obvious that he had been cursing for a long time.

Although he was cruel and domineering, as one of Zhu Yuanzhang's eldest sons, he was still very powerful.

Zhu Gang also held his head high with a proud look on his face, without even looking at Song Zhong.

In this regard.

Song Zhong probably had expected this.

Which commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard is not a ruthless man of few words?

He did not insist on arguing with them, but stood up directly from the position of the executioner, walked straight down the execution ground towards Zhu Chong and Zhu Gang, and kicked Zhu Chong and Zhu Gang in the knees one after another.

"what!"

Zhu Chong and Zhu Gang both felt pain, after all, they were under someone else's control. Song Zhong was no ordinary wimp, and no one could withstand this kick. They could only kneel down on the ground involuntarily.

Zhu Chong was furious: "Song Zhong! You... you are so bold!"

"How dare you! Your Highnesses have seen me do what I do many times." Having said this, Song Zhong respectfully clasped his fists towards the imperial palace and said, "You are not kneeling to anyone else, but to the current emperor. Whether you are princes or dukes, you are all his subjects. You two are disloyal and are plotting treason. You deserve death!"

Painful cold sweat broke out on Zhu Chong's forehead.

He snorted coldly and said, "Hmph! What emperor? He's nothing but a puppet in the hands of others. Who should I be loyal to? To a traitor who has usurped the throne of my Ming Dynasty? I'm only trying to restore order!" He had already been escorted to the execution ground. At this point, he certainly would not have any scruples about what he said.

Zhu Gang also said coldly: "Look at the so-called 'Emperor' you mentioned. How many people have been cursing him along the way? How many people want him to be the emperor? If it's not us who will restore order, sooner or later it will be someone else!"

Song Zhong sneered, "You still think you're setting things right? Even if I tell you, you don't believe it, do you?"

Along the way, he did not fail to notice the changes in Zhu Chong and Zhu Gang.

Although they were still stubbornly saying things like "restoring order" and "seizing the Ming Dynasty's throne", Song Zhong could tell that they were no longer so confident.

Both of them were princes guarding the fortresses of the Ming Dynasty. Even if they were impulsive, domineering, cruel and ruthless, they must have good brains.

How could they not understand.

These words came from the mouth of Song Zhong, the commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard, and were said when they were about to be executed. Why would he lie to them?

Sure enough, after hearing Song Zhong say this.

The eyes of both of them dimmed a little, as if they had lost their breath.

"Prepare for execution." Song Zhong ignored them and turned away, leaving behind four extremely cold words, and strode back to the execution platform.

And now, the timing is almost right.

Song Zhong looked up at the time. It was three quarters past noon. He immediately threw a sign on the ground without mercy: "Behead!"

Hear this word.

Zhu Chong and Zhu Gang exchanged a glance, each seeing the panic in the other's eyes—death, truly and truly, was approaching them! At this moment, they felt the most penetrating feeling.

It has come to this.

There was nothing else on their minds. Only resentment and hatred remained in their eyes. Like a drowning man's last desperate attempt to survive, they began to curse: "Zhu Yunhuan! You violated the Imperial Ming Ancestor's Instructions! You shall not die a good death!"

"I am a prince! I was personally conferred the title of prince by my father!"

"Zhu Yunxun! Get out here!"

"..."

"What can you, a child born without a mother, do? You will only end up ruining the Ming Dynasty! You will ruin my father's life's work!"

When I cursed this sentence.

The two of them paused at the same time. It wasn't because of anything else, but because they felt an inexplicable chill, a chill that came from their sixth sense...

The execution ground became quiet.

Zhu Chong and Zhu Gang exchanged a silent look at each other, then raised their heads together, following their sixth sense to find the coldness.

The next moment, he met a cold and sharp gaze.

He was a young boy with a slightly childish face, but his eyes were like stars and as deep as the abyss, so deep that one could not see the bottom.

And that handsome face...

A moment later, it seemed to overlap with a face in my memory...

"Zhu...Zhu Yunhuan!" Zhu Gang blurted out with horror on his face.

"It's him...it's him! He looks a bit like my eldest brother, but his features have a bit of the softness of my eldest sister-in-law." Zhu Chong also reacted immediately.

At this moment.

There was a sound of water spraying behind me.

They knew that the executioner was drinking to give himself courage and washing his knife!

The sharp eyes in front of them were like the sharpest blade in the world, slicing at their bodies. For a moment, they felt as if they had felt the cold clothes from the Nine Nether Hell...

At the same time, he felt almost certain in his heart: "Perhaps... just as Song Zhong said... it was all him from the beginning to the end!"