Chapter 18 Zhu Zhanji: The sky curtain is misleading!
Feeling the cold touch on his neck, Zhu Zhanji, who was kneeling on the ground, trembled all over and dared not breathe.

He was afraid that the old man would get angry and chop off his head.

Looking at my son lying on the ground like a dead dog.

Zhu Gaochi had no choice but to point at his eldest son and said with a wry smile, "Dad, this child passed away early and was unable to educate my unborn grandson. Please bear with me and forgive this kid this time..."

"Why? The father wants to take the blame for his son?"

Zhu Di looked at Zhu Pangpang expressionlessly, and then scolded: "I am asking the Crown Prince a question, do you have the right to speak?"

Zhu Gaochi knelt down in a hurry and gave his son a look that left him wishing him good luck.

Zhu Di half-knelt beside Zhu Zhanji and patted his cheek: "You gave birth to a good son. Five hundred thousand troops were lost. I have worked hard for most of my life, but I let future generations ruin it."

"When the Oirat army marches south, the world will collapse and the earth will split apart. By then, you and I will become the biggest sinners of the Ming Dynasty."

Zhu Di murmured, "Should Grandpa kill you?"

At this moment, Zhu Zhanji wanted to die.

Tianmu didn't explain it clearly. If he had known that this was what "God of War" meant, he wouldn't have come to Jiming Temple to show off.

The sky is misleading!
"Grandpa..." Zhu Zhanji raised his head and choked with grievance, "Don't worry, I will abort this first-born grandchild and never let this scourge be born!"

"Dad, there is still room for improvement. There is no need to get so angry about something that hasn't happened yet."

Zhu Gaochi also whispered: "Besides, how many people can predict what will happen in the future?"

"Even the First Emperor Zulong did not expect that the Qin Dynasty would fall apart so quickly after his death, didn't he?"

"Zhanji passed away too early and failed to educate his child well. The blame cannot be entirely placed on him, don't you think, Dad?"

"Two unlucky and short-lived ghosts." Zhu Di glanced at Zhu Gaochi and his anger finally subsided a little.

He kicked Zhu Zhanji's buttocks and said, "Which family doesn't have a few prodigal sons and grandsons? There's no need to have an abortion. After all, he is the blood of our Zhu family. Let him be an idle prince for the rest of his life."

Zhu Zhanji knew that he had escaped a disaster, and nodded quickly.

At the same time, he was secretly delighted in his heart. His grandfather had just said that he would let his disappointing son be an idle prince, implying that he had no plan to change the crown prince.

Zhu Di ignored Zhu Zhanji and looked at his eldest son lying on the ground. "Boss, I have long said that those foreign tribes in the north have wicked ambitions and will invade the border of the Ming Dynasty sooner or later. I want to go to war, but you forbid this and that. What will happen?"

"Dad, it's not that I won't let you, it's just that..."

Zhu Gaochi wanted to make some excuses, but then he heard Zhu Di's thunderous roar: "Do you want to see the fall of the Ming Dynasty?"

Zhu Gaochi wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and dared not raise any more objections.

Seeing that Zhu Gaochi had finally calmed down, Zhu Di slowly said to the father and son, "Go and call the second and third brothers, as well as the people from the Ministry of War."

"I have made up my mind. I will attack the various tribes on the grassland soon."

Zhu Di looked towards the distant north:
"Soon I will let them know what a king's army is and what it means to punish the guilty and comfort the people!"

Knowing the fiscal deficit, Zhu Gaochi wanted to persuade him again, but was dragged out of Jiming Temple by Zhu Zhanji.

As Zhu Zhanji and his son left, Jiming Temple soon became quiet.

The old monk glanced at the writing brush, ink, paper and inkstone beside his ear, then glanced at Zhu Di who was still sulking, and said with a smile: "Your Majesty, do you still need me to record the achievements of your great-great-grandson and report them to Taizu in the future?"

Zhu Di's face darkened. Why would the old monk bring up this thing to offer to his father?

When he goes to the underworld in the future, his father will definitely skin him alive!

"When did you learn to make such a joke, old monk? Don't you think I'm embarrassed enough?"

Yao Guangxiao smiled slightly and said, "If anyone is to be embarrassed, it should be the Crown Prince. Why are you angry with yourself?"

"I'm not angry, I'm worried." Zhu Di sighed, "The court's 500,000 elite troops were wiped out, and another powerful leader like Yesen appeared on the grassland. If I were him, I would lead my troops to Beiping City. By then, the court would retreat to Yingtian, and I'm afraid the humiliation of the Southern Song Dynasty would reappear."

"When that happens, how will I explain this to my father?"

"Your Majesty, don't worry, your children and grandchildren will have their own blessings." Yao Guangxiao smiled and said, "The old monk believes that the Ming Dynasty will be able to safely survive this disaster."

Noticing the old monk's calm demeanor, Zhu Di's eyes lit up, "Did you figure out something?"

Yao Guangxiao did not answer Zhu Di's question, but looked at the sky in the void, smiled and shook his head: "Since the sky has appeared, the old monk is no longer useful. Your Majesty, why ask me? Wait a moment, the sky will tell you."

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"Dad, you're going to die, can't you see that grandpa is angry?"

As soon as he walked out of the door, Zhu Zhanji collapsed to the ground, filled with fear.

"You!"

Zhu Gaochi looked at his son helplessly: "It was you who dragged me to Jiming Temple, and it was you who was scolded by my father and crawled out of Jiming Temple. Son, please be more careful! If you continue like this, sooner or later our family will be killed by you!"

"How would I know what the 'God of War' on the sky curtain means?" Zhu Zhanji said aggrievedly:
"I thought that if I could make Grandpa happy, your position would be secure, and I wouldn't have to worry about my second and third uncles making trouble."

"I told you to keep your tail down, but you didn't listen."

Zhu Gaochi shook his head: "I told you long ago that the more critical the moment, the less impatient you should be. You should learn to keep calm. You didn't listen, and now you have messed up all my plans."

When Zhu Gaochi thought about all the efforts he had made in the past going down the drain, he looked at Zhu Zhanji with a look of regret: "You really gave birth to a good son."

"I, your father, have tried hard for half a year to persuade your grandfather not to start a war easily. Who knew you would give birth to such a thing, causing the Wala people to come to our doorstep. With your grandfather's temper, can he swallow this?"

"Once the war starts, no one knows when it will end."

Thinking of the temple name on the sky, Zhu Gaochi was speechless.

"How come you established this thing, and it's Yingzong..."

"How shameless! As a grandfather, I really couldn't see where Ying was. Instead, I made a fool of my family for the whole world..."

"Dad, please give your son some face."

Zhu Zhanji covered his face and said embarrassedly: "Besides, he is also your grandson. As a grandfather, it is not appropriate for you to say this."

Zhu Gaochi waved his hands and coughed, "I would rather not have this grandson."

Zhu Zhanji rolled his eyes.

Then he begged, "Dad, let's discuss something. I'll go inform the ministers in the Ministry of War later, and you go find my second and third uncles. I don't want to be laughed at by them."

(End of this chapter)