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Jiang Xiaobai woke up in a daze, with a new memory in his mind. The struggle between Jianwen and Chengzu led to the tragic extermination of Jianwen's lineage. He deeply lamented that the internal strife of the Ming Dynasty had cost them their lineage.
The help of Emperor Hongwu also left a memory in his heart. He marveled at how he had narrowly escaped danger this time. Jiang Xiaobai became even more convinced that he was the son of the destiny. In order not to disappoint the deep love of Hongwu Emperor, he vowed to work for the revival of the Ming Dynasty, even if it meant giving his all and sacrificing his life.
I can't help but silently make a vow in my heart, "I, Jiang Xiaobai, who has been wrongly loved by the Hongwu Emperor, from this moment on, officially change my name to Zhu Tianyou. I will go against the heavens and protect my Ming Dynasty kingdom for eternity. The past is like smoke, and I will commemorate it with the name 'Xiaobai.'"
Feeling the surging power within me, Zhu Tianyou is extremely excited and wants to test the strength of his body and see how the top-notch reward effect works.
Looking around, it was still early in the morning. The cold forced the refugees to refrain from traveling at night, so they could only move during the day and endure attacks from bandits.
In the early morning, while most refugees were still asleep, Zhu Tianyou couldn't wait any longer. He found an open space and wanted to test his own strength.
The solid wood that fell on the ground was as thick as a hip, and with a casual tear, it easily broke and tore apart like tearing a piece of bread. "Not enough, not satisfying enough, far from the limit."
The dark basalt is as large as a millstone, looking worth a try...
With clenched fists, a heavy punch is thrown down, and with a loud bang, like a cannon blast, the basalt is shattered into several pieces.
I felt a crack in my joints, as if they were slightly injured. In less than half a moment, the pain disappeared completely. It seems that my terrifying physique is at work...
This divine power surpasses even the ancient overlord Xiang Yu. I feel like I have the strength of a thousand catties at any moment, so carrying a cauldron shouldn't be a problem.
As for being immune to all poisons, there hasn't been a chance to try that.
Just as Zhu Tianyou was indulging in his own supernatural power, he didn't expect that the loud noise of him shattering the basalt would attract the attention of the people around him. They all woke up one after another. Three big men slowly approached Jiang Xiaobai and asked, "What just happened?"
"Maybe it was someone from the government or the rebel army playing with a cannon..." Zhu Tianyou casually made up a reason.
One of the three children was obviously different, handsome and bright-eyed, exceptionally intelligent. After Zhu Tianyou left, he glanced at the basalt, there was no gunpowder residue, the broken cut was cracked and shattered, obviously caused by a blunt force impact...
The only woman among the few people frowned as if she had also made a discovery.
The three strong men turned away calmly, their eyes hiding deep fear. As experts in the inner palace, they understood that such terrifying power did not come from firearms, but from human strength.
This person is unparalleled in martial arts in the world.
There may be danger, they secretly protected the child and left the scene.
With the crow of a rooster at dawn, as the sun gradually rises, Zhu Tianyou also searches everywhere for refugees to ask where they are and what time it is.
In the first month of the seventeenth year of the Chongzhen era, a group of refugees fled to Shanhaiguan.
The refugees were mostly from impoverished backgrounds, as many officials had likely already moved south at this time. The arrival of the Rebel Emperor meant that not paying taxes was merely an empty phrase, a slogan; escaping the chaos of war was their primary concern.
With the situation in Shun Tian critical, the people were not foolish. They headed to the nearest safe area—Shanhaiguan—hoping that Wu Sangui, the General of Liaodong, could provide them with protection.
However, this vast procession of thousands is just one of many refugees. How many of them can endure the harsh winter cold and survive the short journey of hundreds of miles to reach Shanhaiguan? Perhaps only three out of ten will survive. This is the value of life in troubled times, where ordinary people have no certainty about tomorrow. It is the common people who suffer the most in troubled times.
The people who torment the common folk can still live comfortably in this world, isn't that truly lamentable?
Zhu Tianyou also feels a deep sense of sorrow. Despite his extraordinary martial prowess, he no longer needs to worry about his own survival. Now, he is only thinking about how to save the Ming Dynasty.
He decided to take it one step at a time, first heading to Shanhaiguan with the Refugees to meet Wu Sangui and seek the help of the Guanning Iron Cavalry, the last elite force of the Ming Dynasty. Zhu Tianyou was determined to obtain them and would never allow Wu Sangui to aid the Jurchens.
His most urgent task was to go to Shanhaiguan and find a way to take control of the Guanning Iron Cavalry.
Along the way, it seemed like the three strong men were chatting with Zhu Tianming as if they were children. Zhu Tianyou saw that they happened to be traveling the same way and could provide food for themselves, so he followed along. In this way, they became familiar over the course of several days.
As they approached Shanhaiguan, the group wondered if they would part ways, feeling a sense of distance between them. In a moment of childishness, the youngest child, around eight or nine years old, who had left a deep impression on Zhu Tianyou, spoke up and asked...
"Mr. Zhu Tianyou, may I ask if your surname is Zhu? Are you perhaps a descendant of royal nobility? Why are you trying to escape from Shuntian to the border? You should know that Wu Sangui is currently indecisive and may not welcome you!"
"Um... because I—" At this moment, Zhu Tianming suddenly recalled a legend and wanted to use it to establish authority, laying the groundwork for his claim to rule Liaodong. "I am the Third Prince, who was lost among the common people by the Emperor. I have come forth with the Emperor's blood edict, commanding Wu Sangui to withdraw from Liaodong and enter the palace to protect Shun Tian."
...!!!??!! This extraordinary group of Refugees was taken aback; the women were filled with shock, the three strong men were tense and serious, the youngest child looked on in wonder, and two others, who seemed to be genuine Refugee children, wore expressions of confusion, possibly astonished by the strong man's claim of being a member of the royal family, the legendary Third Prince.
The atmosphere at the scene instantly froze to an extreme point. Their previous attempts to probe Zhu Tianyou had already made him aware that they were people from the Ming court. Zhu Tianyou was eager to establish a connection and spoke a load of nonsense. Coupled with their previous overt and covert hints, they would certainly be able to see that he was loyal to the Ming Dynasty.
At that time, if everyone could be honest with each other and support one another, it would be more likely to deal with Wu Sangui. If they truly were not on his side or intended to harm him, he would have no choice but to send them to their demise, preventing any treasonous words from spreading.
The people on the scene are all intelligent, and quickly calm down, pondering his meaning. Several strong men unconsciously look at the child, as if waiting for his decision...
The child took a long breath and said, "We have long seen that the gentleman is not an ordinary person. Presumably, he is a loyalist of the Ming Dynasty. However, this Third Prince is indeed rebellious and outrageous. I dare not accept..."
"What..." Even though Zhu Tianyou was mentally prepared, he knew that at least some of them were spies from the inner palace. The fact that a child was their leader meant that this child must be extraordinary. However, Jiang Xiaobai did not expect that he was the famous Third Prince. But at this time, the Ming Dynasty had not yet fallen, and the royal family had not been massacred on a large scale. Naturally, he was not the Third Prince. He was just an ordinary Third Prince of the Ming Dynasty.
Zhu Tianyou felt that he had found an organization and decided to try to go to Liaodong with the Third Prince. This would bring great convenience to his actions and also help prove his identity.
Zhu Tianyou can't think of any way to save the Ming Dynasty at the moment. It seems that the Guanning Army in Liaodong is a good option. If they can be persuaded to help, the Ming Dynasty will at least not perish quickly, and the situation at Shun Tian can be turned around. Zhu Tianyou is determined to give everything, even his life, for this cause.
His life has long been closely linked to the Ming Dynasty. With the fall of the Ming Dynasty, he, Zhu Tianyou, cannot escape death.
If one loses divine power and all wisdom, what is the point of living? It's better to fight to the death, not in vain of one's divine power, and vow to make some changes in this chaotic world.
Prince Zhu Cihuan, the third son, was only nine years old at this time. His purpose for traveling to Liaodong was to request General Wu Sangui to send troops to rescue Shun Tian.
This was the last elite force of the Ming Dynasty, and also a glimmer of hope...
Would Wu Sangui really be so simple as to mobilize troops for the emperor?
Wu Sangui, styled Yuesuo, was a person from Liaodong during the Ming Dynasty and later became the founder of the Wu-Zhou Dynasty. He was originally from Gaoyou in Jiangnan and was the son of General Wu Xiang from Jinzhou. He was able to join the military due to his father's influence.
During the reign of Chongzhen, he served as a general in Liaodong and was appointed as the Marquis of Pingxi, stationed in Liaodong. In the seventeenth year of Chongzhen's reign, he surrendered to the Qing dynasty, allowing Qing troops to enter the pass, and was subsequently appointed as the Prince of Pingxi.
In the 18th year of the Shunzhi reign, the last emperor of the Southern Ming, Yongli, was assassinated. In the 12th year of Kangxi, he rebelled against the Qing Dynasty, initiating the Sanfan Rebellion and establishing the Wu Zhou regime. He made significant advances, capturing the Great Wall in Jiangnan. Five years later, he died of illness on a mid-autumn night. His grandson, Wu Shifan, succeeded to the throne, but the situation quickly deteriorated, leading to the ultimate failure of the Sanfan Rebellion.
Such a complex and ambitious person could not have been easily persuaded. He was not loyal to Chongzhen, the Ming Dynasty, or the Qing army; he was only loyal to himself.
kingdom Talented individuals emerge in every generation, leading the way for centuries.
Everything in the future is unknown.
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