"What heaven? Spit it out, what on earth is happening?" Empress Dowager Sun frowned.
The reporting guard took a deep breath. "Heaven... there are people!"
"People?"
At these words, everyone in the court was stunned.
How could there be people in the sky?
Unless they were immortals.
But in this world, how could immortals truly exist?
Driven by curiosity, no one could resist. They all turned and walked out of the great hall.
"This, this, this..."
In broad daylight, under the clear sky.
When the ministers came outside, they found that above the imperial palace, there was indeed a patch of shadow. Looking closely, everyone gasped. That so-called shadow turned out to be living people, tens of thousands of them in total.
And at the forefront of these "heavenly soldiers" stood several figures side by side.
"Tai... Emperor Taizong!"
Someone let out a cry of shock, their face filled with disbelief.
Because they recognized Zhu Di among those figures.
Not just that person—Empress Dowager Sun herself was also stunned.
In the eighth year of Yongle, Sun was recommended by Lady Pengcheng Bo and the Crown Princess Zhang, summoned into the palace by Zhu Di's decree, and raised by Lady Zhang. She was about ten years old at the time and had lived in the Forbidden City ever since. She had met Emperor Taizong Zhu Di many times.
Now, the Zhu Di in the sky no longer looked aged. After taking Qin Ning's elixir, he appeared middle-aged, which made him even more striking to Sun.
But just as Sun was stunned, a white-haired, white-bearded old minister beside her knelt down. "Tai... Emperor Taizu! It's Emperor Taizu!"
Minister of Rites Hu Ying, a jinshi during the Hongwu era, had served through the reigns of Hongwu, Jianwen, Yongle, Hongxi, Xuande, and now the current Zhengtong era—six reigns in total.
"Minister Hu, what are you saying? Which Emperor Taizu?" The other ministers all looked at him.
"It's Emperor Taizu! That man is Emperor Taizu! Standing right beside Emperor Taizong!" Hu Ying said, his voice trembling as tears streamed down his aged face.
He was at death's door, yet he never thought he would see Emperor Taizu and Emperor Taizong again in his lifetime.
"What? Emperor Taizu?"
Everyone was greatly shocked. A chill inexplicably crept into their hearts.
"Swish!"
At that moment, the heavenly soldiers descended onto the square in front of the Fengtian Hall. At the forefront, Zhu Yuanzhang, Zhu Di, and the others walked step by step along the stairs toward the hall.
"We pay our respects to Emperor Taizu and Emperor Taizong!"
"We welcome Emperor Taizu and Emperor Taizong back!"
The ministers quickly knelt. If these people had walked in from outside the palace, they might have suspected impostors.
But this was different. The Emperor Taizu and Emperor Taizong before them had descended from the sky, leading tens of thousands of armed heavenly soldiers back into the world. There was no room for doubt.
"Heh, I never thought that in the Zhengtong era, there would still be officials from my Hongwu reign," Zhu Yuanzhang said first, glancing at Minister of Rites Hu Ying.
"Your old servant Hu Ying bows to Emperor Taizu and welcomes your return!" Hu Ying knelt down emotionally.
"Enough, all of you, rise."
Zhu Yuanzhang sighed as he looked at this white-haired veteran who had served six reigns. For some reason, a feeling of melancholy stirred within him.
Times had changed. In this timeline, he and his girl had already been dead for who knows how many years.
"Zhen'er!" Sun then saw Zhu Qizhen standing behind Zhu Yuanzhang and the others. A look of ecstasy appeared on her face.
"Hmph!"
Zhu Yuanzhang gave a cold snort, his gaze sweeping toward Sun. "You, this treacherous empress!"
The words "treacherous empress" shook everyone present. Sun herself turned pale in an instant.
In truth, everyone in the court knew what she had done over the years. Behind her back, some privately cursed her with that very name, but no one had ever dared to say "treacherous empress" to her face.
But now, who was this person before them?
This was the founding emperor of the Ming dynasty, Emperor Taizu Zhu Yuanzhang!
"Father, let's go into the hall first. We'll settle accounts one by one," Zhu Di said.
Zhu Yuanzhang nodded but did not step forward immediately. Instead, he looked at Qin Ning and the others beside him and said with a smile, "Sir, Brother Zheng, Old Li, please go first."
Seeing Emperor Taizu Zhu Yuanzhang being so courteous to these three people, everyone present was shocked.
"Never mind, Old Zhu. Don't be so formal. This is your Ming dynasty after all. You go first," said Qin Shi Huang.
"Well... alright."
Zhu Yuanzhang nodded, hesitated no further, and led the others into the Fengtian Hall.
Behind them, Sun, Zhu Qizhen, and the ministers followed.
Zhu Yuanzhang walked slowly to the highest seat. As soon as he sat down, he spoke in a heavy voice. "In the Battle of Tumu Fortress, our army was utterly defeated. Duke of Ying Guo, Zhang Fu, fell in battle. Marquis of Taining, Chen Ying, fell in battle. Commandant of the Imperial Guard, Jing Yuan, fell in battle. Count of Pingxiang, Li Zhen, fell in battle. Vice Ministers Ding Xuan, Wang Yong, and fifty-two other generals—all fell in battle..."
"Tai... Emperor Taizu, no! When did Duke of Ying Guo and the others die? They were all fine when we came back!" Zhu Qizhen below was completely bewildered.
The ministers also showed confusion.
At this moment, Qin Ning spoke. "In the original history, if we had not intervened, the Battle of Tumu Fortress would have ended exactly like this."
"What? Impossible! This is impossible! How could my Ming dynasty lose so many court officials at once?" Zhu Qizhen was stunned.
"Sir, what do you mean by 'original history'? What does that mean?" Yu Qian couldn't help but ask.
Qin Ning smiled faintly. "I am a man from later ages. I come from six hundred years in the future."
"As for the Emperor Taizu and Emperor Taizong you see now, they came from the Hongwu and Yongle eras respectively. In addition, these two are Qin Shi Huang Ying Zheng, and this one is Emperor Taizong of the Tang dynasty, Li Shimin."
"First Emperor? Emperor Taizong of Tang?"
"This, this, this..."
Everyone's faces showed utter astonishment.
Time travel?
Did such things truly exist in this world?
"In the fourteenth year of Zhengtong, the Oirat army lined up outside the Xizhi Gate, holding the emperor hostage to attack the capital," Qin Ning continued.
At these words, everyone's expressions changed drastically. Sun's face turned even paler, a foreboding feeling rising in her heart. "Holding... the emperor hostage?"
"Hah..."
Zhu Yuanzhang let out a cold laugh. "In the original history, after the defeat at Tumu Fortress, that good son of yours, Zhu Qizhen, didn't die. Instead, he fell into the hands of the Oirat."
"The emperor was captured, and the Oirat held him hostage to attack the capital. That little bastard even helped the enemy call out to open his own city gates!"
The ministers grew restless. Yu Qian frowned deeply. "The Oirat are pressing straight toward the capital, with the emperor as a hostage. Then wouldn't our Ming dynasty..."
and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
ts me of treason?" "Correct. The host must return to the capital and gradually build up influence." "Wait—I have half a million soldiers, and you want me to go back to the capital to 'build influence'?" "Host, you are currently the Northern Garrison General, loyal to the Great Xia Dynasty." "Of course I am loyal to Great Xia! Absolutely loyal!" "But you keep referring to yourself as 'We'..." "Never mind the details! Summon all the regional commanders and military officers! We suspect treacherous officials are manipulating the court! They shall march with Us to the capital and purge the corrupt!" "......"
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
