Zhu Yuanzhang, who commanded the wind and rain, lived a long and arduous life.

At this moment, Zhu Yuanzhang arrived, and the imperial physician, who was already sweating profusely from panic, rushed over.

Kneel down immediately.

"Your Majesty, the Empress's condition has worsened."

"Your Majesty, I am incompetent and unable to... I cannot diagnose the cause of Your Majesty's illness. I can only continue to prescribe medicine according to traditional methods of maintaining health."

The imperial physician spoke extremely quickly, barely daring to breathe.

Recently, His Majesty's methods have become increasingly harsh and ruthless.

Many ministers from the court came to the residence of this imperial physician, bringing gifts, inquiring about Empress Ma's condition, and begging him to cure her.

Everyone is afraid!

He feared that without Empress Ma and having just lost his grandson, Zhu Yuanzhang might not be able to keep his head.

The imperial physician, being directly involved, was even more apprehensive.

During the period when Empress Ma was ill, she dared not sleep too much and kept searching for ancient books in an attempt to find a cure.

After the death of the Crown Prince, the pressure and fear intensified.

Can….

There's nothing we can do about it.

Perhaps due to a lack of skill, or perhaps for other reasons, the imperial physicians truly could not find a way to cure Empress Ma.

"Is our sister leaving us too?"

Zhu Yuanzhang's eyes flickered.

This emperor, who had fought his entire life, possessed an iron-fisted approach, and was privately known as the Iron-Blooded Emperor, and was incredibly fierce, now spoke with such helplessness and melancholy.

Previously, Zhu Yuanzhang did not acknowledge Empress Ma's illness. No matter what the imperial physicians said, he insisted that they cure her at all costs.

He also believed that as an emperor, above all others, there was nothing in the world that he could not do!

But the death of the Crown Prince brought him to his senses.

I am a human being, even an emperor.

As long as one is human, there will inevitably be things that are beyond one's reach.

We could only watch it happen, unable to stop it, completely powerless.

In the past few days, Zhu Yuanzhang has been reflecting on himself, wondering if he made a mistake.

The Crown Prince died, and Empress Ma fell seriously ill. Why did these bad things happen one after another? Was it Heaven's way of punishing him?

"Your Majesty, my lord...my lord..."

The imperial physicians had never seen Zhu Yuanzhang like this before, and they were so anxious that they didn't know what to say.

"Sigh..." Zhu Yuanzhang sighed, waved his hand, and said, "You may leave."

The imperial physician hurriedly scrambled away.

Zhu Yuanzhang then went into the room.

"Cough cough cough..."

As soon as I entered the room, the coughing became even louder.

"Hey girl, we're here."

Zhu Yuanzhang hurried over and just then saw Empress Ma wiping her mouth with a handkerchief, which left a pool of blood.

The blood was so red that it was glaringly bright to Zhu Yuanzhang.

"Chongba, I'm fine."

Empress Ma gave a perfunctory reply.

Zhu Yuanzhang's eyes were almost filled with tears: "You still say you're alright? Let me tell you, this is a huge matter."

"We have already sent the imperial physicians to continue searching for a cure. They are the best doctors in our Great Ming Dynasty, and they will surely be able to find a way to cure you soon."

Upon hearing this, Empress Ma nodded casually and perfunctorily, "Hmm..."

I've heard that saying too many times.

From day one, it's been half a month since I first heard it.

Zhu Yuanzhang, a man of few words, did not know how to comfort her, and could only offer words of comfort that she would recover.

But you know your own body best.

Empress Ma felt that she was unlikely to survive this time, as this had never been so serious before.

She didn't feel anything after her death, but she was worried about Zhu Yuanzhang.

This fool has just lost his grandson and now he's lost her too. Empress Ma doesn't know how Zhu Yuanzhang will get through the days to come.

She longed to hold on a little longer, just a little longer... until the time of the Crown Prince's death had passed, and then she herself would die. Perhaps such a blow would be less severe for Zhu Yuanzhang.

"Zhongba, it's a bit cold."

"Let me lean down."

Empress Ma spoke weakly.

Zhu Yuanzhang quickly embraced Empress Ma.

In Zhu Yuanzhang's arms, Empress Ma seemed to have found a place to lean on, her breathing became more steady, and she fell asleep peacefully.

Zhu Yuanzhang looked at Empress Ma's face; her once vibrant face was now so pale.

Zhu Yuanzhang watched and watched.

He opened his mouth, seemingly wanting to say something encouraging, but ultimately didn't, his eyes filled with melancholy.

In the end, it all turned into a long sigh.

.

….….…….….….

Zhu Xiong Ying, at the mourning hall.

Because Zhu Yuanzhang doted on his grandson and even groomed him as the future heir of the Ming Dynasty, even after his death, his mourning hall was guarded by a great many guards.

Moreover, they were all elites from the imperial city.

"Oh, His Highness the Crown Prince, how could he just be gone like that? He was such a kind person, always so gentle and kind to us, how could he... how could he..."

"Yes, how wonderful it would be if the future Ming Dynasty were ruled by His Highness the Crown Prince."

"Now that the Crown Prince has died, I wonder what a blow this will be to His Majesty, and what the future of our Great Ming Dynasty should be like."

“….…”

The guards sighed deeply.

They were all paid by the emperor, and were among the most influential members of the palace guards.

It was the Ming Dynasty that gave them their identities.

Therefore, everyone hopes that the future Ming Dynasty will be better than the present one.

But with the death of the Crown Prince, the future of the Ming Dynasty seems increasingly uncertain.

"Whoosh...whoosh whoosh whoosh..."

Just then, a gentle breeze blew by.

"Ok?"

Some of the guards noticed something amiss and raised their weapons.

This is the inner room, why is there a draft? Could someone be coming in?

But anyone who comes will be informed, even if it is His Majesty. This is His Majesty's order, and it is out of respect for the Crown Prince.

There was no announcement at this time, could it be the enemy?

"There is a situation!"

The other guards also reacted quickly, raising their weapons and pointing them at the place where the wind was blowing.

soon.

At the edge of their field of vision, they saw a dark figure slowly approaching.

"Who goes there?!"

The guard shouted, his eyes flashing with malice.

But soon.

The menacing glint turned into terror.

The dark figure slowly approached—no, it didn't walk, it floated in.

No one could see his appearance clearly. If it weren't for those few wisps of breeze just now, he would have appeared silently as if out of thin air. Dressed in a black Taoist robe, he looked like an immortal from heaven.

"Please do not panic, everyone. I have come here to defy fate."

A gentle, jade-like voice came from that person. Under the horrified gazes of the guards, the man in the black Taoist robe floated past them, his feet not touching the ground, his body as light as a feather.

With a raise of his right hand, the coffin in the mourning hall floated into the air and followed the man outside.

"What, this...this!!"

This scene left the guards stunned.

But they were the most elite guards, and one of them quickly came to his senses and shouted angrily, "You cannot take His Highness the Crown Prince away!!"

He charged forward with his gun.

The man in black robes didn't even glance at them and continued on his way.

then.

When the guard rushed to within three meters of the black-robed man's head, he was struck by an invisible barrier and fell to the ground.