The video takes us to ancient times; Li Er transforms into the Tongtian Emperor of Shu Han.

"Your Majesty, if you wish to punish me, I dare not refute you. But are you really going to hand over the border to those two rebel leaders by sending me back now?"

"Once the border is breached and the Qing army marches south, the harm they will cause to our Great Ming will be far greater than that of the rebels!"

"I am not boasting, but at present, the only one in the Ming Dynasty who still has the strength to fight the Qing army is me!"

After being escorted to the capital, Wu Sangui loudly proclaimed his innocence to Emperor Chongzhen upon seeing him.

However, halfway through his shout, he noticed that Chongzhen's gaze kept drifting to the side.

Is there anything nearby?

They're just two people wearing dragon robes...

what?

two?

Dragon robe?

Wu Sangui was dumbfounded.

He even forgot all the lines he had prepared along the way.

Why do these two people dare to wear dragon robes? And so brazenly at that?

Am I crazy, or is the world crazy?

Your Majesty, look at them! Drag them away and execute their entire families!

"Cough cough."

Seeing that the two men did not intend to speak, Chongzhen cleared his throat.

“Pingxi Earl, there’s no need to worry. The Yongle Emperor will deal with the Manchus outside Shanhaiguan. Using rebels to guard the pass is just a delaying tactic.”

Who?

Emperor Yongle (Zhu Di)?

Wu Sangui cleared his ears, somewhat unable to believe what he had just heard.

Say it again, who is it?

"It is I, is there a problem?"

Zhu Di came step by step.

The oppressive feeling made Wu Sangui quickly lower his head.

That’s right.

You heard right!

Who else could possess such terrifying oppression but that emperor who rose from the ashes?!

Who is the person in the dragon robe behind him?

Far from being affected by the Yongle Emperor's imposing manner, he even showed a look of disdain. In Wu Sangui's memory, there was only one person he could think of!

No way!

Was everything happening in the sky real?

The founding emperor and the Yongle emperor have truly descended!?

Wu Sangui had only one thought in his mind.

Don't exterminate my entire family!

"Wu Sangui, if you truly wanted to send troops to defend the emperor, you should have arrived in the capital long ago. But you're thinking of waiting for the highest bidder. Am I wrong?"

When the person behind Zhu Di spoke, Wu Sangui felt his bones go weak.

So it turns out that the one who was to punish me was actually the founding emperor?

He was being optimistic about not being executed along with his entire clan; he now only hoped that his three clans wouldn't be wiped out.

“Your Majesty, you have seen the Ming Dynasty in its current state, riddled with holes. Is it wrong for me to seek a way to survive?”

Resisting the order would surely lead to death, and might even result in the extermination of his entire family. Wu Sangui had no choice but to play the emotional card.

But just then, the sky brought him warmth.

A line of subtitles flashed simultaneously in front of Zhu Yuanzhang and Zhu Di.

Wu Sangui surrendered to the Manchus after Emperor Chongzhen hanged himself on Coal Hill, allowing the Qing army to enter the pass without losing a single soldier. He then turned his attention to the Ming army, which was still resisting.

If he hadn't let the Qing army into the pass, the fate of the empire would have been uncertain!

After watching the flashing light screen in front of him, a fierce glint appeared in Zhu Yuanzhang's eyes.

"Then there's nothing more to say."

Zhu Di's face was equally gloomy.

"There's nothing more to say, Wu Sangui. Even if you surrender to Li Zicheng, it's still better than being a dog of the Manchus, isn't it?"

“Our Great Ming has no dog dens. It’s better to cut off the roots of a lackey like you.”

Old Zhu waved his hand, and immediately someone came up and took Wu Sangui away.

As Wu Sangui was being led out of the main hall, he could faintly hear the voice of Old Zhu inside.

“Exterminate their three clans.”

The various dynasties outside the celestial canopy also saw the words on the light screen.

Li Shimin: "It's not so bad to be someone's lackey, but to be a lackey of barbarians. I'd rather have those things as my dogs than be a lackey of barbarians!"

Ying Zheng: "The three clans are too few!"

Zhao Kuangyin: "Emperor Qin Shi Huang, are you mistaken? The number of people killed by exterminating three clans is far greater than the number of people killed by executing nine clans!"

Ying Zheng: "These lackeys of the barbarians deserve to have their entire clan exterminated, even ten generations would not be too many!"

Zhao Kuangyin: "6".

After seeing the line of text flash across the screen, no one felt that Wu Sangui was wronged, and the comments section was immediately divided into two camps.

The radicals thought that Zhu was right and that such lackeys should be exterminated along with their entire families.

Conservatives think radicals are too conservative and should be exterminated along with their entire families!

Zhu Di, who was in the sky, felt that the conservatives were also somewhat conservative.

"Father, shouldn't we just exterminate ten generations of such a lackey? Are the remaining seven generations nowhere to be found?"

Zhu Yuanzhang: “…”

"Where did these ten clans come from?"

"And then there's the teacher family! If they produced such a spineless lackey, his teacher must be no better!"

Zhu Di was filled with righteous indignation, and his anger had clearly not subsided.

If they had truly surrendered to Li Zicheng, that would have been one thing, but at least it would still have been an internal struggle between people from the Central Plains. Regardless of who won or lost, the throne would not have fallen to someone outside the capital.

As a result, this guy actually became a dog for those Tartars!

Even executing ten generations of their families wouldn't be enough to vent my anger!

"Fourth son, although you are the most like our son, we didn't teach you to surpass us in this aspect, did we?"

Zhu Yuanzhang was speechless.

Who taught you to execute ten generations of a person's family?

It's definitely not us!

Seeing that he was about to pull out his belt again, Zhu Di quickly changed the subject.

"Dad, let's not talk about that now. Of course I support your decision. So, what's next? What should we do?"

Old Zhu indeed stopped.

"The money is only real money if it is spent; otherwise, it's just a house full of garbage."

“Especially those wealthy and noble families, they love to hoard food and supplies, so we buy from them.”

Zhu Yuanzhang was born during a time of chaos, so he naturally knew who held the most grain and supplies during that period.

"Ah? Emperor Taizu, I had thought of this idea before, and I even tried to solicit donations of grain from various wealthy gentry in the capital, but they were unwilling to contribute."

Emperor Chongzhen couldn't help but complain.

"Unwilling to hand it over? They'd rather have silver and provisions than their entire family?"

Zhu Yuanzhang gave him a questioning look.

Isn't this a very simple question?

If they're willing to sell, then buy it from them.

If they refuse to sell, send them to the execution ground and then buy them from their homes for free.

"Chongzhen, you still have a lot to learn. In this time of great crisis, don't be afraid of everything. You care about your reputation and have a lot of concerns, but you haven't figured out one thing."

"If their hands were clean, they could not have hoarded so much land, so much grain, and even so many children sold by poor families!"

"Just because they are neither farmers nor merchants, we dare to conclude that the grain they handle is mixed with the blood and sweat of the people!"

“If we arrest and kill all these people, there might still be some innocent ones, but if we kill every other family, there will definitely be a lot of fish that escape the net!”

These are all lessons that Zhu Yuanzhang learned from his humble beginnings.

If he were truly a merchant, there would be no reason for him not to sell the stockpiled grain and fodder, and he would not let anyone suffer a loss.

But if someone wants to profit from the national crisis, then prepare to send their entire family to the execution ground and see if their executioner's blade is sharp enough!