Chapter Five: Hurry to Kunning Palace to Seek Mother Empress!

Outside the Wuying Hall stood six men, each clad in imperial dragon robes. They were all sons of Zhu Yuanzhang.

From the second prince, the Prince of Qin, Zhu Zhuo, to the third prince, the Prince of Jin, Zhu Gang, the fifth prince, the Prince of Wu, Zhu Su, all the way to the eighth prince, the Prince of Tan, Zhu Zi—the sight was imposing and magnificent.

Yet, though all were Zhu Yuanzhang’s own sons, the age gap among them was immense. Zhu Zhuo was already nineteen and married, while the eighth prince, Zhu Zi, was barely six years old. This was with some of the younger children still needing to be carried and thus absent. Otherwise, the visual contrast would have been even more striking.

At this moment, regardless of their ages, each was filled with joy. Today was the first day of the Lunar New Year, and finally, they were free from having to attend lessons in the main hall!

Such holidays were rare indeed.

Their father, the emperor, was not only a workaholic himself but also demanded the utmost discipline from others. Officials of the Hongwu era had but three days off a year. While the princes did not endure such hardship, the days when they were free from the main hall’s study were few and far between.

More importantly, today was a day to genuinely feel their father’s love.

With so many children, the affection each could receive from their father was naturally limited. Moreover, their father lavished most of his paternal love on the eldest son.

For the rest of them, the share was even smaller.

The emperor’s expectations for them were strict, and only the afternoon to evening of the first day of the Lunar New Year was an exception.

During this time, their father would spend over an hour solely with them.

And the usually ill-tempered emperor would appear unusually gentle, interacting with them in a calm and peaceful manner.

This was a rare and precious opportunity for them to feel their father’s love.

They eagerly anticipated this moment.

When the royal eunuch appeared, smiling as he invited them inside, the brothers were ecstatic, stepping quickly toward Wuying Hall, eager to receive their father’s affection.

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“Your son pays respects to the Emperor, inquiring after His Majesty’s health!”

Seeing his six sons lined up, all saluting him in unison, Zhu Yuanzhang’s heart was far from joyful; instead, it brimmed with anger that surged uncontrollably.

These were not sons—they were a bunch of living ancestors!

“I am well!” Zhu Yuanzhang replied through clenched teeth.

Each of these “living ancestors” was a constant source of trouble.

His gaze first fell upon the eldest on the far left—the towering, stalwart, yet blunt second prince, Zhu Zhuo.

This wretched son, the foremost among the princes, had been granted seals and dispatched to govern his fief in the eleventh year of Hongwu.

Zhu Yuanzhang had explicitly instructed him: since the fall of the Yuan dynasty, the people within the realm had suffered greatly and were exhausted. Though the country was pacified, the burdens of transporting grain and paying taxes persisted, and the populace had yet to recover.

Upon arrival, if the palace was complete, all other non-essential affairs were to be suspended.

Yet this son treated the emperor’s words like nonsense.

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He launched large-scale construction projects, expanding the palace and wasting resources while oppressing the people.

The emperor had decreed the exclusive use of paper currency, prohibiting the circulation of gold and silver, but this son repeatedly ordered soldiers and civilians to buy up precious metals, plunging many into poverty, with some even forced to sell their children!

Over three hundred citizens had come begging at the Prince of Qin’s residence.

Instead of addressing their plight, Zhu Zhuo had an old man beaten to death on the spot and over two hundred others arrested.

He doted on his secondary consort, Lady Deng, imprisoning the officially appointed princess elsewhere, feeding her only scraps from broken bowls.

Even the dogs at the Prince of Qin’s residence ate better than the noble princess.

Lady Deng allowed musicians to stay overnight, indulging in debauchery.

Zhu Zhuo remained oblivious, trying to curry favor with this woman by ordering officials to procure pearls and jade from the coastal administration, ruining the homes and lives of many.

He even had garments made for Lady Deng resembling those of the empress and constructed a five-clawed dragon bed for her.

Moreover, the two of them abused palace servants with cruel punishments—cutting out tongues and burying victims in snow to freeze, starving others tied to trees, burning some alive.

In the end, Zhu Zhuo himself died from poison administered by palace servants.

Had this son’s misdeeds not been so egregious, Zhu Yuanzhang might not have sent his eldest son, Zhu Biao, thousands of miles to Shaanxi to bring him back, an ordeal that led to Zhu Biao’s premature illness and death.

One by one, these memories flashed through Zhu Yuanzhang’s mind, igniting a raging fury.

“Scoundrel!” The emperor shouted.

Without hesitation, he removed his shoe and struck his second son hard across the face.

“I’ll beat you to death, you living beast!”

“You refuse to learn properly!”

“You deceive me while pretending to obey!”

“You harm the people!”

Zhu Yuanzhang cursed fiercely, delivering blow after blow with the shoe’s sole.

Four strikes landed—two direct hits and two glancing blows—until Zhu Zhuo’s lip bled.

The scene stunned Zhu Zhuo, his head buzzing.

Is this the love he had so long awaited from his father?

Such love was fierce indeed.

Not only was Zhu Zhuo dumbfounded, but the others were equally shocked.

Wasn’t it agreed that their father never struck them on the first day of the New Year? That today would be a time of filial piety and family happiness?

Why then was the emperor suddenly beating his son without a word?

And hitting him in the face with a shoe?

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