Time Travel: After Seizing the Throne, I Lead the Ming Dynasty to Take Off

Zhu Chong stared intently at the many well-dressed young men who rode their horses in an orderly manner. He pursed his lips, his heart suddenly rising into his throat...

The other party was sitting high on his horse, looking down at him with extremely sharp eyes, which made him subconsciously turn around and want to retreat.

But when Zhu Chong turned his head.

He discovered...

The person galloping from the other side of the official road just happened to stop his horse. The people and horses coming from the two directions actually surrounded him within a three-meter range in tacit understanding, leaving him with nowhere to escape!

"Crazy, crazy! The third brother is really crazy!" Zhu Chong swallowed nervously, fear showing on his face, and cursed angrily in frustration.

But in front of him, he saw a middle-aged man in tight clothes with a very burly figure and a little fat on his face. He rode his horse and slowly stepped forward a few steps.

He cursed with a stern look: "Third brother? What third brother?"

"Even if you are His Royal Highness the Prince of Qin, addressing His Majesty by seniority is still a crime of great disrespect!"

Hearing what the other party said.

Zhu Chong subconsciously got angry: The King of Qin of the Ming Dynasty, from the imperial court to the common people, no one dared to yell at him except his own terrifying father!

He wanted to continue cursing without thinking.

Only after opening my mouth could I barely understand what the other person was saying.

He froze in place.

“Wha…what? Who? Your Majesty!!?”

Zhu Chong stared at the other person with his eyes almost popping out of his head. He even forgot to close his open mouth and just stood there in a daze.

He saw the other party pull out a token from his pocket and show it in front of him: "Jinyiwei Commander Song Zhong."

Zhu Chong came back to his senses when he heard his voice, and subconsciously cursed: "See someone off to the grave? Ugh! That's so damn unlucky!"

The next moment I realized that now was not the time to talk about auspiciousness or unluckyness.

The commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard...this guy is the man of that little bastard Zhu Yunhuan!

Isn't that little bastard the third child under his eldest brother? No wonder the other party just scolded him like that.

And more importantly...

That little bastard's men came to me at this critical moment, wearing tight clothes to hide their identities and approaching me, surrounding me completely. What other reason could it be for this?

Think of this.

Zhu Chong's heart almost sank to the bottom, feeling very cold.

"How...is this possible? I've only just left the palace, and Zhu Yunhuan's men are already here looking for me?"

There was a pause.

Zhu Chong took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. He looked around and found that he really had no chance of escaping. He coughed lightly to cover up his embarrassment, then put his hands behind his back with a glimmer of hope and showed his true princely manner.

He pretended to be indifferent and said, "What do you want from me?"

Of course, the next moment, his heart finally settled down.

The commander, with a very unlucky name, sneered and clasped his fists towards the south. "By His Majesty's decree, we have come to apprehend His Royal Highness the Prince of Qin, who is enfeoffed in Xi'an. Your Royal Highness, please... oh no, treason is a heinous crime. The criminal, Zhu Chong, must refrain from any unnecessary resistance! Accompany me back to the capital to report!"

Say it.

A sound of metal clashing rang out in the air.

He drew out the long sword wrapped in linen and hanging at his waist. The blade was hard and cold, exactly the same model of Embroidered Spring Sword used by the Imperial Guards.

Not just Song Zhong.

Following him, the others also drew their embroidered spring swords from their waists with serious and sharp eyes, the tips of the swords pointed neatly at Zhu Chong and the attendants behind him. In the cold winter weather, they shone with a chilling cold light...

Song Zhong's sharp gaze fell on Zhu Chong like a knife, making Zhu Chong feel cold from head to toe.