"Where am I?"

He woke up one morning and found his head was going to explode.

He looked around in bewilderment. His eyes fell upon an ancient and elegant wing room, with furnishings that were luxurious beyond compare. At a glance, it was clear that this was the residence of a wealthy family.

An old man stood before the bed, and several maidservants dressed as attendants knelt behind him.

And when the old man saw Zhu Shou open his eyes, he was overjoyed and said, "Master, you're awake! I almost scared myself to death!"

What?

At the sound of this strange title, Zhu Shou's heart skipped a beat!

Holy crap!

This must be traveling through time!

Leaning against the bed, he subconsciously glanced at his eyes. The style of the curtain caught his attention. It was from the Hongwu period of the Ming Dynasty.

Zhu Shou looked at the old man, thinking to himself that as a wealthy master, this man must be his steward.

Thus, he subconsciously asked: "Běn... This old master asks you, is today the year of Hongwu in the Ming Dynasty?"

"Yes, Grandpa!"

"Haha, it really is Ming!"

Zhu Shou jumped up from his bed, slapping the table and excitedly exclaimed, "Has the Hu Weiyong case happened? Didn't Northern Yuan collapse yet?"

"At the dawn of a great era, the Ming Dynasty was in desperate need of renewal!"

"My time to achieve greatness has arrived!"

At this moment, his heart was pounding with excitement.

Throughout history, no country's founding was more righteous than the Ming Dynasty!

The emperor guards the passes, and the king dies with his country!

The Ming Dynasty was the most virtuous dynasty in history!

In my past life, I didn't accomplish much.

Coming to the Ming Dynasty, yet being able to leverage knowledge from past lives to achieve great feats and leave a name in history!

Just as he was feeling optimistic, Butler Lao Fang's face changed. He asked in surprise, " ... Master, did you just say...achieving fame and fortune?"

"That's right!"

Zhu Shou stood up, his whole body full of vigor. He said in a spirited voice: "A true man should leave his mark on the world, contributing to the well-being of all. To live without purpose is a waste of this life!"

Unexpectedly, when Lao Fang heard this, his face turned sorrowful. He turned and ran towards the door, shouting loudly.

"Come here, quickly bring the doctor!"

"Hurry, hurry and tell the old master, something terrible has happened! The master fell ill again!"

Zhu Shoudun was stunned. What's going on?

Suddenly, a fragmented and unfamiliar memory surfaced in his mind.

At the moment their memories merged, he was completely dumbfounded.

This person with the same name and surname as me is a complete wastrel!

He is a complete scoundrel, the worst of the worst!

This man has had a brain disorder since he was young. His father was away on business, and only his grandfather stayed by his side, seeking out doctors everywhere and never giving up on treatment.

That's precisely why, in order to help him recover quickly, once the old man noticed this prodigal son acting strangely, he would grab him and give him a good acupuncture treatment.

A few days ago, this fellow fell ill again. He has been delirious and unconscious, unable to wake up. Everyone in the household is extremely worried.

And in this sleep, he found himself transported to the Ming Dynasty.

Wait a minute!

Zhu Shou suddenly realized a very serious problem.

When I first arrived, I told people that I wanted to make a name for myself and restore order to the world...

This is totally out of character for this wastrel!

Isn't this just a typical sign of illness to others?

Wouldn't that mean... I have to get pricked again?

No!

We have to run, or something terrible will happen!

Just as he was about to slip away, he ran into an old man striding in.

The old man wore a bright yellow robe, he was about sixty years old.

Though his hair be white, he is vigorous and bright-eyed, looking like a tiger descending the mountain.

Zhu Shou looked at the other person and tried to recall for a moment before saying with some hesitation, "Grandpa..."

At the sound of this, the old man's face instantly changed!

He painfully closed his eyes and said, “It seems that Shou'er, you have fallen ill again. Since you were a child, you have never called me grandpa!”

You beast!

Zhu Shou's heart was filled with fury, he wanted to scream. Was this even human?

He doesn't even recognize his own grandfather!

Just as I was about to explain, several burly men barged straight into the room. They looked strong and imposing, each one with broad shoulders and a thick waist.

Immediately afterward, an old doctor carrying a medicine chest hurried over and said, "Quickly, hold him down, I'll give him acupuncture to treat him!"

At the command, those burly men rushed towards Zhu Shou and instantly pinned him to the bed.

The old doctor didn't hesitate, and directly took out a silver needle that was an inch long. He shook his head and said, "Come on come on, sir, don't panic! Just let me give you a prick, and the illness will be cured!"

Zhu Shou suddenly widened his eyes in fright, and stammered, "I... I'm not sick..."

The old doctor's face was full of sympathy and pain as he said, "You are right. Every time the master got sick in the past, he used to say the same thing!"

"Father, you absolutely must not avoid seeking medical treatment!"

"Rest assured, old man. This acupuncture technique has been passed down through eighteen generations of my ancestors. It will surely cure your illness!"

As they spoke, the silver needles in his hand had neared Zhu Shou's temple.

"Grandpa, are you comfortable?"

"Don't come here! Ah... Damn it!"

With a pig-slaughter-like wail, Zhu Shou fell silent all of a sudden.

In a short while, he sat at the head of his bed, pale and dazed, with needles all over his head.

He was filled with remorse.

I'm still too young!

Just arrived, haven't figured things out yet, and opened my mouth to talk nonsense. Isn't this just looking for trouble?

Quickly, he regained his composure and looked at the old man: "Old... Old Man, what year is it this year?"

Upon hearing the old man referred to in such disrespectful terms, the old man wasn't even annoyed; a hint of delight even flickered across his eyes.

It seems the acupuncture worked well, our great-grandson is finally acting normal.

"The 24th year of Hongwu, what happened?"

"Twenty-four years..."

Zhu Shousui let out an "oh" casually, but suddenly froze, his voice incredulous: "How many years?"

The old man patiently replied, "The 24th year of the Hongwu era."

Zhu Shou's heart sank, and he couldn't help but ask: "Was Li Shanzhang executed? Have all the remnants of Hu Weiyong been completely purged with his death?"

The old man's eyes suddenly flashed with a sharp glint, and he said word by word, "You're talking about the case of Hu Weiyong?"

As soon as the words left his mouth, the crowd erupted in a thunderous cheer!

Tomorrow's morning sun will be scorching, yet a chill will run down everyone's spines, and they will break out in cold sweats.

The Case of Hu Weiyong

This word, it's truly terrifying!

The old man is Emperor Zhu Yuanzhang of the Ming Dynasty!

In the fifteenth year of the Hongwu era, the imperial grandson Zhu Xiongbing passed away and was buried in Zishanling.

On the way to the burial, a bolt of lightning struck, and Zhu Xiongying came back to life in his coffin. However, this caused his mind to become erratic, and he suffered from brain disease.

Zhu Yuanzhang initially intended to bring him back to the palace, but since this matter was widely known, he dismissed the eunuchs and Lin army accompanying him, totaling over 3,000 people, and sealed off the news.

Subsequently, he changed Zhu Xiongying's name to Zhu Shou and placed him in the suburbs of Yingtian Prefecture, raising him until now.

And today, Li Shanzhang's whole family was beheaded at the Wumen. After ten years, the Hu Weiyong case finally came to an end.

He worried about his grandson with brain disease, who had killed someone and rushed over in a hurry.

Zhu Yuanzhang couldn't have imagined that his grandson had fallen ill again!

And he even brought up the Hu Weiyong case!

You should know that the news of Li Shanzhang's death has not yet spread throughout the capital.

How did Sunzi hear the rumors and learn about Yingtianfu?

There's something fishy about this!

Thinking this, Zhu Yuanzhang took a deep look at Zhu Shou and asked, "Shou'er, who did you hear this from?"

As soon as Zhu Shou heard his grandfather say that, he already had an answer in mind.

He shook his head and hurriedly said, "Old man, there's no time to explain! Come with me, let's pack up and run away!"

Run away?

What are you running from?

Zhu Yuanzhang's imposing aura suddenly faltered, and everyone was stunned.

"Butler Lao Fang was also stunned after listening. He hurriedly said, "Master, why run away? It's good for us to stay honestly under the emperor's feet, isn't it?"

Zhu Shuo shook his head and said, "What's good about that! Once Li Shanzhang dies, Crown Prince Zhu Biao will soon die too!"

"Then, Emperor Zhu Yuanzhang will unleash a bloody massacre!"

"Now that we won't run, are we going to stay here and wait to die?"

Boom!

When his words fell, Zhu Yuanzhang's heart was tossed about like a ship in a storm!

What?

Our marker is going to die?!

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