roccoschili Chapter 13: When did the Emperor say: "The Crown Prince is often ill, you should encourage him&
Chapter 13: When did the Emperor say: "The Crown Prince is often ill, you should encourage him&
Meanwhile, in the eighth year of the Xuande reign.
Emperor Xuanzong of Ming, Zhu Zhanji, was having a meal when he heard the words "chicken stewed in a clay pot." He suddenly choked and felt a sense of unease.
When Liu Yan explained the origin of the clay pot braised chicken, Zhu Zhanji's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally died.
In the seventh year of the Jingtai reign, Emperor Zhu Qiyu of the Ming Dynasty lay on his sickbed, his face pale and his breath faint.
His health had always been poor, and the imperial physician said it was due to overwork and that he needed to rest.
But at this moment, as he looked at the description of "braised chicken in a clay pot" on the sky, Zhu Qiyu's lips curled up slightly.
He thought of his elder brother, Zhu Qizhen, who was currently under house arrest in the Southern Palace as the retired emperor.
Zhu Qiyu sometimes wondered, what if his brother also wanted to rebel like Zhu Gaoxu?
Should we prepare a copper vat in advance?
But then he thought about it again and shook his head.
My brother is not Zhu Gaoxu, and I am not Zhu Zhanji.
Moreover, given his health, it's uncertain whether he'll even make it through the year, so he has no interest in worrying about the bronze vat.
"Braised Chicken in a Clay Pot..."
Zhu Qiyu murmured softly.
"If the Emperor Yongle of the Yongle era saw this, he'd probably jump off his throne in anger, wouldn't he?"
He coughed twice, and the smile on his lips deepened.
In the Qin Dynasty, the First Emperor Ying Zheng stands with his hands behind his back.
"How could a nephew turn his own uncle into braised chicken in a clay pot! That's absolutely cruel!"
In the Tang Dynasty, Li Shimin listened to Liu Yan's words thoughtfully.
"Braised chicken in a clay pot is quite interesting, it's just a pity that my older brother and younger brother have already died of acute iron poisoning, otherwise I really want to let them try it."
"Forget about the eldest brother, the fourth brother died too easily."
Unfortunately, Li Shimin did not voice his true feelings.
In 946 AD, the third year of the Kaiyun era of the Great Jin Dynasty.
Zhang Yanzhe, the military governor of Zhangyi Army who called himself "Emperor of Pacification", was sitting in front of the palace gate in Bianliang at this moment.
In his eyes, the once bustling city of Bianliang was now awash in blood.
At this moment, the cannibalistic Grand Commandant looked up at the sky, a slight smile appearing on his lips.
"I've never tried eating like this before. I never imagined that there would be someone in later generations who understands 'how to be a person' even better than I do. How wonderful, how wonderful."
"Someone come here! Go and fetch me a bronze vat!"
In the fifth year of the Yongle reign, in the Fengtian Hall of Shuntian Prefecture.
Compared to the fervent atmosphere of the Hongwu reign, the Yongle reign was now so oppressive it was almost palpable.
Zhu Di sat on the dragon throne, his expression as dark as a storm cloud over the sea.
He became emperor through rebellion, so he desired family harmony more than anyone else and did not want to repeat the same mistakes.
However, at this moment, the Yongle Emperor, who will be remembered for all time, heard that his grandson had suffocated his son to death in a bronze vat!
Zhu Di looked down at Zhu Gaochi kneeling on the ground, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes.
He never liked his son, thinking him weak and incompetent.
Yet this very son, whom he despised the most, managed to hold off Li Jinglong's 500,000-strong army at the critical moment of the Fengtian Rebellion, relying on 10,000 old, weak, and disabled soldiers from Beiping.
Zhu Gaochi was kneeling on the ground, sweating profusely, his plump body trembling like a leaf.
"Crown Prince."
Zhu Di's voice revealed no emotion.
"Your son...your subject is here."
Zhu Gaochi's voice was trembling.
"Emperor of October! Even a single war I waged takes more than ten months!"
"You're something else! You died before you even warmed the throne. Aren't you ashamed?"
Zhu Gaochi dared not utter a sound.
After saying that, Zhu Di's gaze fell on Zhu Zhanji.
"My dear grandson, come here!"
Upon hearing this, Zhu Zhanji's eyes darted away. At this moment, he could clearly feel the murderous aura emanating from his usually gentle imperial grandfather.
But there was no way to avoid it now, so he had to bite the bullet and step forward. As soon as he got in front of Zhu Di, he was slapped twice.
Zhu Zhanji dared not dodge and could only stand still. Zhu Di, panting and trembling, pointed at Zhu Zhanji and said...
"You actually killed your own uncle!"
Zhu Zhanji covered his face and said with some grievance.
"Grandpa, I'm still young, I haven't even ascended to the throne yet..."
Seeing Zhu Zhanji's aggrieved look, Zhu Di put his hands on his hips and said.
"So what? By the time you do this, I'll already be dead. What's wrong with me giving you a couple of blows now?"
Zhu Zhanji: Speak up for me!
As the other protagonist in this turmoil, Prince Zhu Gaochi of Han was still immersed in shock.
Zhu Di's two slaps instantly jolted him awake; he never imagined he would end up like this.
However, seeing that Zhu Zhanji, who used to be praised as a good grandson by everyone, had been beaten, the Prince of Han immediately became active. Wasn't this the perfect opportunity he had been waiting for to sow discord between his leader and his son?
Upon realizing this, Zhu Gaoxu immediately let out a mournful howl, louder than a pig being slaughtered.
"Dad! Look what your eldest son's eldest son has done! His own nephew has turned his own uncle into a clay pot chicken!"
Zhu Gaoxu kicked his legs wildly on the ground, the soles of his boots scraping against the gold bricks with a screeching sound. At this moment, he no longer had any trace of his noble birth.
He looked just like a wronged child.
"Your son has followed you through thick and thin these past years, Father. Even if I haven't achieved anything great, I've certainly put in the hard work. I have no objection to the throne not being mine, but he can't kill his own uncle!"
"Why is my life so miserable!"
Zhu Gaoxu was in tears at that moment.
Zhu Di sat on the dragon throne, his face ashen, without uttering a word.
Zhu Gaochi knelt on the ground, his chubby body trembling slightly, beads of sweat dripping from his forehead and nose. He dared not raise his head or speak, but his mind was racing, trying to figure out how to deal with the situation before him.
The second child is really something, crying as if his own father had died.
Zhu Gaosui secretly curled his lip in his heart.
High, really high.
Zhu Gaosui admired him in his heart, but he didn't say a word.
He couldn't be happier if his second son caused more trouble, because only by stirring up trouble would he, the third son, have a chance.
Just as Zhu Gaoxu was crying his heart out, Liu Yan, who was in the sky, continued to speak.
"Actually, Zhu Gaoxu's fate was all Zhu Di's fault. If it weren't for his words, 'The heir apparent is often ill; you should encourage him,' Zhu Gaoxu wouldn't have been so obsessed with the throne."
"If he had been like Zhu Yuanzhang and had left them no hope of inheriting the throne, the brothers wouldn't have ended up like this."
"Ultimately, it was Zhu Di who had problems with the education, which is why Zhu Zhanji's hands were stained with the blood of his relatives."
Both Emperor Yongle and Emperor Xuande, Zhu Zhanji, were in tears at this moment.
Damn it! Finally, you've said something human!
After listening to Liu Yan's words, Zhu Di's face turned cold. Only then did he remember that Zhu Gaoxu had been demoted to a commoner because of his rebellion!
With this thought in mind, Zhu Di slowly stood up. At this moment, he seemed to have transformed back into the mighty Yongle Emperor, whose power extended throughout the land. He slowly walked to Zhu Gaoxu's side, and instantly, Zhu Gaoxu, who had been crying and shouting, fell silent.
Zhu Di looked down at Zhu Gaoxu and asked.
"When did I ever say that the Crown Prince is often ill and that you should encourage him?"
Upon hearing the voice, Zhu Gaoxu's expression suddenly froze, and Zhu Gaochi and Zhu Gaosui beside him also quickly lowered their heads, not daring to look directly at him.
"Speak up."
Zhu Di's voice made Zhu Gaoxu feel breathless. He forced down his fear and spoke.
"The emperor never said that."
Upon hearing this, Zhu Di suddenly raised his voice several notches.
"The emperor didn't hear you!"
Zhu Gaoxu took a deep breath, slowly got up from the ground, and then bowed his head and shouted.
"The emperor never said that! I'm just making things up!"