大明：朱元璋假死，朕威压四海

Year twenty-five of Hongwu, golden autumn in September.

On the mountains of Zhongshan outside the city of Ying Tian, yellow leaves fluttered in the wind, and the early chill swept up fallen leaves, swirling them through the air.

Before the grand cemetery to the east, a youth clad in mourning linen sat carelessly on the ground, his gaze shimmering with an inscrutable light.

Suddenly, the youth reached out his hand and gently caressed the tombstone.

Upon the stone was inscribed a line of bold, vigorous characters: Tomb of Zhu Biao, Crown Prince Yiweng of the Great Ming.

Roughened fingers traced the engraved words, and from the youth’s throat came a voice laden with sorrowful gravity.

“Father, why were you so stubborn?”

“You wouldn’t listen when I begged you not to go to Shaanxi. Now look—ended up killing yourself, didn’t you!”

“The most stable crown prince in history, yet you never sat the throne for a single day. Honestly, I’m embarrassed for you.”

“With your passing, the Great Ming will be left vulnerable... Alas! If you knew that because of you, Grandfather will kill Lan Yu next month, implicating other Huai Xi nobles and tens of thousands of innocent people, I wonder if you’d claw your way out from beneath.”

“If only you could rise again, Grandfather wouldn’t appoint Zhu Yunwen as heir, and Ming wouldn’t descend into chaos once more.”

“Bah! The so-called ‘most dependable crown prince.’ I say you were the most irresponsible prince of all, and stubborn to boot…”

This youth was none other than Zhu Yun