Grandpa, Yours Is Mine, and Mine Is Still Mine!

Zhu Zhanjun's languid voice echoed in the tent, but it sounded like a resounding slap across the faces of Prince Han, Zhu Gaoxu, and Prince Zhao, Zhu Gaosui.

What?

The Great Snow Dragon Riders?

They cut through twenty thousand allied troops?

And it was all for nothing?

Prince Han and Prince Zhao were utterly stunned.

"You... What nonsense are you spouting!"

Prince Han was the first to recover, pointing at Zhu Zhanjun's nose and roaring, "What Great Snow Dragon Riders?"

"With your meager talent for betting on crickets, you think you cut through twenty thousand soldiers?"

"Are you still dreaming!"

"Father!"

He turned to Zhu Di, his face a mask of heartbroken indignation. "Look, not only did this brat fail to protect you, but he dares to brag and falsify military achievements here!"

"Such behavior is utterly shameless! He must be severely punished!"

"Yes, Father."

Prince Zhao chimed in, "The battlefield is dangerous, and swords have no eyes."

"My second brother and I led the army, traveling day and night, to repel the allied forces of the Oirats and Tatars."

"This brat achieved nothing, yet he wants to claim immense credit. His intentions are truly malicious!"

The two of them remained steadfast in their opinions.

In their deeply ingrained perception, Zhu Zhanjun was a good-for-nothing.

How could a good-for-nothing achieve such a miraculous feat?

This had to be fake!

It was a lie he fabricated to cover up his failure to protect his father!

Seeing these two sons, who acted like clowns, Zhu Di finally couldn't hold back.

He didn't speak, merely waved his hand at the Duke of England, Zhang Fu.

Zhang Fu understood immediately. He cleared his throat and stepped forward.

He recounted everything that had happened in the past few days, from Zhu Di's entrapment, to Zhu Zhanjun's divine intervention, to how the Great Snow Dragon Riders pierced the enemy camp, how they shattered ten thousand Oirat troops with the Shenbi Crossbow, and finally, how they pursued Arutai and Yesen... He told the story truthfully and completely.

Zhang Fu's voice was not loud, but every word struck Prince Han and Prince Zhao's hearts like a heavy hammer.

Their expressions shifted from contempt to doubt, then to shock, and finally to utter bewilderment and pallor.

Especially when they heard that Zhu Zhanjun's three thousand "household guards," relying on a repeating crossbow, had actually caused ten thousand elite Oirat cavalry to collapse on the main battlefield, they felt their entire worldview had been overturned.

This... How was this possible?

Was this still cold weapon warfare?

Prince Han and Prince Zhao exchanged glances, seeing deep fear in each other's eyes.

What they feared was not the invincible Great Snow Dragon Riders.

What they feared was Zhu Zhanjun, who controlled this army!

A good-for-nothing who had been pretending for over a decade, a nephew with such terrifying strength and cunning...

If he wanted to deal with them, then...

Thinking of this, the two of them shivered in unison.

"How... How is it, Second Uncle, Third Uncle?"

Zhu Zhanjun looked at their ghost-like expressions and walked over with a grin, patting Prince Han's shoulder. "Now, do you still think I falsified military achievements?"

Prince Han's body stiffened abruptly.

He felt that Zhu Zhanjun's hand on his shoulder, though seemingly without much force, weighed as much as a thousand pounds, making it hard to breathe.

"You..."

He opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word.

Admit he was wrong?

Then where would his dignity as Prince Han go?

But if he denied it, he would be lying with his eyes open and would be an enemy of all the soldiers!

"Enough."

At the critical moment, Zhu Di spoke, breaking the awkward atmosphere.

"This matter ends here."

He said calmly, but his tone carried an undeniable authority.

"Gao Xu, Gao Sui, your eagerness to save the Emperor is commendable."

"But in the future, think before you speak."

"Yes, Father Emperor."

As if granted a great pardon, the two quickly bowed and retreated to the side, not daring to say another word.

Having dealt with his two sons, Zhu Di's gaze fell upon Zhu Zhanjun once more.

This time, his eyes became incredibly sharp.

"Zhanjun."

"Yes, Grandfather, your grandson is here."

"Hand over your training methods for the Great Snow Dragon Riders, as well as the blueprints for the repeating crossbow."

Zhu Di's tone was not a request, but a command.

As a mighty ruler, he understood better than anyone what this army and this weapon meant for a nation.

It meant that Great Ming would possess an army that was invincible under heaven!

It meant that he could completely solve the border issue that had plagued the Central Plains dynasties for hundreds of years!

Therefore, this technology must, and could only, be held in the hands of the royal family!

The atmosphere in the grand tent became tense once again.

Everyone looked at Zhu Zhanjun, wondering how he would respond.

Handing it over meant he would lose his greatest reliance.

Refusing meant defying an imperial decree, with unimaginable consequences.

"Hand it over?"

Zhu Zhanjun blinked, as if he hadn't understood Zhu Di's words. He retorted righteously, "On what grounds?"

"This is something I painstakingly created over more than a decade, spending countless wealth."

"Why should I give it to you?"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone in the hall was shocked.