Father Is Healthy and Can Have Three More Children!

Zhu Gaoxu and Zhu Gaosui exchanged a look, seeing deep confusion and unease in each other's eyes.

Zhu Gaoxu bent down and, with trembling hands, picked up the blood-stained confession.

After a single glance, his face instantly turned as pale as paper.

"This... this is slander! Father! This is utter slander!"

Zhu Gaoxu jumped up, pointing at the confession, and loudly defended himself.

"Your son is loyal to Father, loyal to the Great Ming. How could I possibly do something as treasonous as colluding with foreign enemies!"

"That's right, Father!"

Zhu Gaosui also dropped to his knees with a thud, crying and wailing.

"This must be a setup! Someone wants to frame us brothers!"

"Think about it, Father. Since the Jingnan campaign, we brothers have followed you, fighting north and south. When have we not been at the forefront, bleeding and sweating for the Great Ming?"

"The scars on our bodies are proof of our loyalty!"

"Father, you can't believe the one-sided words of these Oirat barbarians and chill your sons' hearts!"

The two of them put on a tearful act, their words perfectly synchronized.

Zhu Di watched their performance coldly, his eyes showing no emotion.

He had lived a life of military campaigns; what kind of people hadn't he seen?

He knew better than anyone what these two sons were plotting.

"So, you deny it?"

Zhu Di's voice gave no hint of his mood.

"Your son denies it! He'd rather die than admit it!"

Zhu Gaoxu stiffened his neck, looking as if he would rather die than yield.

"Good."

Zhu Di nodded.

"Since you deny it, I will have you confront the witness face-to-face."

"Guards! Bring Yesen to me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the tent flap was lifted, and two Embroidered Uniform Guards dragged in a man covered in blood and bound by chains.

Though his hair was dishevelled and he looked utterly pathetic, the aura of a formidable hero could still not be concealed in his features.

It was the Grand Tutor of the Oirats, Yesen, who had just been captured alive!

The moment Zhu Gaoxu and Zhu Gaosui saw Yesen, their pupils contracted sharply, and the last shred of hope in their hearts was extinguished.

They never imagined that Zhu Zhanjun, that good-for-nothing, not only hadn't died but had actually captured Yesen alive!

Yesen was escorted to the center of the grand tent. He raised his head and immediately saw Zhu Gaoxu and Zhu Gaosui kneeling on the ground.

A flash of bone-chilling hatred and malice crossed his eyes.

If it weren't for these two idiots, how could he have ended up in this situation?

"Yesen, I ask you."

Zhu Di looked down at him from his superior position.

"Who leaked the whereabouts of my Great Ming army to you?"

"Who colluded with you, setting an ambush at Hulu Pass, intending to harm my Great Ming imperial grandson?"

Yesen's gaze swept back and forth between Zhu Di, Zhu Zhanjun, and Zhu Gaosui. He knew this was his only chance to survive.

He suddenly grinned, revealing a ferocious smile.

"It was them!"

He abruptly raised his chained hand and pointed at Zhu Gaoxu and Zhu Gaosui, who were kneeling on the ground.

"It was these two!"

"They sent people to find me, saying that if I could kill your grandson Zhu Zhanjun, they would split Mobei with me and honor me as the 'King of the Northern Frontier'!"

"You... you're spewing venom!"

Zhu Gaoxu trembled with rage, pointing at Yesen and cursing loudly.

"When did I ever send anyone to find you!"

"What? Prince Han, do you dare to do it but not admit it?"

Yesen sneered.

"The messenger you sent had the unique Chi Dragon jade pendant of the Prince Han's mansion hanging from his waist."

"He also told me that your Father is at the end of his rope, and as long as Zhu Zhanjun, this biggest obstacle, is removed, you two will soon ascend the throne!"

Yesen's words exploded in the tent.

He not only identified Prince Han and Prince Zhao, but also exposed their ambition to usurp the throne.

He wanted to muddy the waters, turning Zhu Di's family affairs into an unmanageable scandal, so that he might have a sliver of hope for survival.

"Imperial Father! Please don't believe him! He's trying to sow discord! He's seeking revenge on us!"

Zhu Gaosui was completely panicked. He clung to Zhu Di's leg, crying out.

"Even if your son had the guts of a god, he wouldn't dare curse you, Imperial Father!"

Inside the large tent, everything had descended into utter chaos.

Zhu Di looked at his son, who was kneeling on the ground and weeping profusely, then at Yesen, whose face was filled with malice, and felt utterly exhausted.

He had been strong his entire life, and he never expected that in his old age, he would have to face such a disgraceful fratricidal conflict.

Just then, a lazy voice sounded, out of place.

"My, my, isn't this lively."

Everyone turned towards the sound and saw Zhu Zhanjun, who had arrived outside the tent at some point. He brushed the dust off his clothes and walked in with a relaxed expression.

"Second Uncle, Third Uncle, what is this performance you're putting on?"

"Crying so sadly, anyone who didn't know would think I was dead."

Zhu Zhanjun said with a grin.

"Zhanjun!"

Upon seeing him, Zhu Gaoxu's emotions became incredibly complex.

When Yesen saw Zhu Zhanjun, his eyes blazed with intense hatred.

He knew that the instigator of all this today was this young man before him, who looked harmless.

His eyes darted, and another plan formed in his mind.

"Emperor of the Great Ming!"

Yesen suddenly shouted at Zhu Di.