"Father Emperor, those are matters of the future that have yet to occur. It is somewhat unreasonable for you to reprimand Lao Si now." After a moment of silence, Zhu Biao spoke up.
Hearing these words, Zhu Di was stunned numb.
What did his eldest brother mean? Why did it sound like he also believed that he would rebel in the future?
"Chongba, sit down first. Don't let others see us as a joke," Empress Ma also advised.
"Alright, we will listen to you first, my dear."
It had to be said that the only person who could persuade Zhu Yuanzhang was Empress Ma.
He put down the whip and sat back in his original seat.
At this time, Zhu Biao also supported Lady Chang and sat down in an empty seat to the side.
"I haven't introduced you yet. This is Mr. Qin Ning, who comes from six hundred years in the future," Zhu Yuanzhang said.
Hearing this, everyone present was shocked.
Someone from six hundred years later?
Zhu Di finally realized what was going on. No wonder his Father Emperor said he would rebel in the future.
It seemed that this guy named Qin Ning must have fed him some bewitching potion!
"Father Emperor, how can you believe such words?" he could not help but ask.
"Shut up."
Zhu Yuanzhang coldly snorted and continued, "We just personally followed Mr. Qin to the future. Could this possibly be fake?"
Been to the future?
How is that possible?
Incredible expressions appeared on everyone's faces.
Li Shanchang then looked at Li Shimin and couldn't help but say, "Your Majesty, could this be... the emperor of our Great Ming from six hundred years later?"
Damn it!
As soon as he said this, Li Shimin couldn't help but curse loudly in his heart.
This was already the second time he had been mistaken for Zhu Yuanzhang's descendant.
"I am Li Shimin of the Great Tang, and this is my Empress, Guanyinbi. I am not an emperor of your Great Ming's future. Moreover, your Great Ming fell in less than three hundred years," Li Shimin declared.
"Great Tang? Li Shimin? Empress Zhangsun?"
Upon hearing his words, everyone was dumbfounded.
Zhu Biao's expression changed, however. "The Great Ming... fell in less than three hundred years?"
"Your Majesty, how can you easily believe... such demonic lies?"
"Yes, Your Majesty. Furthermore, the Great Tang was eight hundred years ago. How could Tang Taizong and Empress Zhangsun still be alive?"
The ministers were so frightened that they immediately knelt, feeling that Zhu Yuanzhang must have been bewitched by something.
Mainly because these things sounded too outrageous.
Empress Ma spoke up, "This matter is indeed hard to believe, but you do not need to doubt it. These two are indeed Emperor Taizong of Tang and Empress Wende, Lady Zhangsun."
Hearing even Empress Ma say this, the crowd couldn't help but furrow their brows even tighter.
Zhu Yuanzhang sighed, "Our Great Ming... lasted for 276 years. It indeed fell in less than three hundred years."
"Mr. Qin comes from six hundred years in the future and possesses immortal methods that you cannot imagine. My dear and I have personally experienced this matter, so you do not need to doubt it."
"I called you here today to discuss this matter. We plan to cooperate with Mr. Qin. To be precise, to cooperate with the future era where Mr. Qin is located. They will help us develop the Great Ming, and the Great Ming only needs to provide them with some resources like minerals. Do you have any thoughts?"
Hearing this, the crowd looked at each other in dismay, unable to say a word for a long time.
Zhu Biao asked, "Father Emperor, I wonder what exactly the future generations will help our Great Ming develop?"
"Starting from people's livelihoods and some basic infrastructure, we will carry out comprehensive development. Of course, the current Great Ming is too backward, so many things must be taken slowly," Qin Ning said.
As he spoke, he flipped his palm, and some corn, potatoes, and sweet potatoes appeared on the floor in the middle of the hall.
Everyone was directly frightened by his sudden method.
Conjuring objects out of thin air?
Could it be that what His Majesty just said was all true?
Is this person really from the future, and possesses immortal methods unimaginable to ordinary people?
"These are high-yield crops from the future."
Qin Ning said, and then briefly informed them of the yields of corn, potatoes, and sweet potatoes respectively.
Hearing this, everyone present was greatly shocked.
"There is no need to doubt. I can testify to what Mr. Qin said. Furthermore, before coming to your Great Ming, my Great Tang had already started cooperating with the future generations, and has already begun to promote the planting of potatoes, sweet potatoes, and corn," Li Shimin said.
"Your Majesty, if this is really the case, this is an auspicious sign!"
Lan Yu stepped forward. "I volunteer to request orders to definitely promote these three crops throughout the entire Great Ming!"
"Good for you, Lan Yu, you have beautiful thoughts. This is something that can go down in history for thousands of years, so don't even think about it. I plan to let the Crown Prince promote this matter," Zhu Yuanzhang said.
Qin Ning asked curiously, "Oh? Is this Lan Yu?"
"Mr. Qin knows me?" Lan Yu was stunned for a moment.
Thinking about it carefully, since the other party claimed to be from the future, he should know history.
But with his current status and identity, he shouldn't be recorded too much in history.
And there was naturally a reason why Lan Yu thought this way.
It was currently only the eleventh year of Hongwu.
Let alone being enfeoffed as the Duke of Liang, Lan Yu wouldn't even be enfeoffed as the Marquis of Yongchang until the twelfth year of Hongwu.
"Mr. Qin, could it be that Lan Yu also left his name in future generations?" Zhu Yuanzhang was equally curious.
Qin Ning smiled and nodded. "Naturally, and he is very famous."
"In the twelfth year of Hongwu, Lan Yu campaigned against the Tibetan rebellion. He achieved a great victory in the twelfth year of Hongwu, returned to the court with his troops, and was enfeoffed as the Marquis of Yongchang."
Hearing this, Zhu Yuanzhang immediately laughed. "From this point of view, Lan Yu indeed has some abilities. If he really pacifies the Tibetans, it wouldn't be strange for me to enfeoff him as a Marquis."
"I'm not done yet. Lan Yu's achievements are not just this," Qin Ning smiled.
At this moment, a look of pride had already appeared on Lan Yu's face, and at the same time, he was extremely curious in his heart. Could it be that he had even greater achievements in the future?
"In the twenty-first year of Hongwu, Lan Yu led an army on a northern expedition, making a thousand-mile raid on Mount Langjuxu. Ultimately, he completely defeated the main force of the Northern Yuan at Buyur Lake, capturing the Northern Yuan royal family and over seventy thousand officers and soldiers. In one battle, he destroyed the Northern Yuan royal court, achieving the highest accomplishment for military generals of all dynasties: performing the sacrifices at Mount Langjuxu. For his merits, he was enfeoffed as the Duke of Liang."
"He is the only general of the Great Ming Dynasty to perform the sacrifices at Mount Langjuxu."
As soon as these words were spoken, the entire hall was shocked. An expression of incomparable surprise appeared on Zhu Yuanzhang's face, but it was mostly joy.
Because these words of Qin Ning contained too much important information.
The Northern Yuan would have no more royal court!
"Good, good, good!"
Lan Yu could not stop laughing wildly. "What a sacrifice at Mount Langjuxu, what a Duke of Liang! I didn't expect that I, Lan Yu, actually achieved it!"
However, before Lan Yu could rejoice for too long, he heard Qin Ning continue, "In the twenty-sixth year of Hongwu, the Commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard, Jiang Huan, accused the Duke of Liang, Lan Yu, of treason. Zhu Yuanzhang immediately ordered him to be imprisoned and interrogated. This implicated one duke, thirteen marquises including the Marquis of Jingchuan Cao Zhen, and two earls. The number of people involved in the case reached over fifteen thousand. Historically known as the Lan Yu Case, it is also one of the four major cases of the Hongwu era."
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
