At that moment, Zhao Han sighed. "Enough. She is no ordinary person."
"As subjects of the Son of Heaven, we have no right to rebuke her."
"Since she is someone from the future, bring her a chair."
Someone quickly brought over a chair.
Protected by the curtain of light around her, the young woman sat down without hesitation.
"Sitting really is more comfortable." The young woman looked around again, then said to Zhao Han, "Oh, I don't know you, but they said you're Prince Yu."
"You must be that unlucky Longqing Emperor who only lived for six years, right?"
"Counting it out, you don't have many years left either. Good people never live long, while disasters last a thousand years."
"Your father did so many bad things, yet he lived to become the third longest-lived emperor of the Ming Dynasty. You did so many good things, but only ruled for six years. Looks like you were scared to death by your father."
What? Everyone was instantly stunned.
Prince Yu was known as a rare benevolent and righteous lord.
Yet he would only reign as emperor for six years? The good news was that he would become emperor. The bad news was that he would only be emperor for six years.
How could they know that someone even more unfortunate would come later? The Crown Prince would spend decades as heir apparent, only to reign for a single month before dying suddenly.
After that came another emperor who ruled for only seven years, and he too would die after falling into the water.
"You know so much?" Zhao Han continued asking.
"Because that's how history recorded it." The young woman looked at him sympathetically. "You finally became emperor after all that trouble."
"You outlived your father, and then you tried to