Chapter 67: Come On, Old Zhu, Let’s Go Crazy Together! Seeking Monthly Tickets
The deaths of two palace maids had not stirred any ripples.
Old Zhu vomited blood and fainted again, stunning everyone present.
The entire Hall of Supreme Harmony Square instantly fell into a bizarre, frozen silence, utterly shocked.
But beneath this silence were countless hearts battered by surging waves.
“My good Brother Big…”
Zhu Yunteng, hidden in the shadow of the palace gate, looked at the figure standing like a god of war, his heart filled with inexpressible shock.
Especially Zhang Biao’s madness as he berated the nobles and disdained imperial authority, which had fiercely broken through the wall of ice in his heart, the wall of being a ‘waste’ and a ‘mother-killer’s’ spawn.
He tightly clutched the long-cold, soil-stained oiled paper bag of cold-dressed pig’s trotters in his arms, his knuckles turning white, his whole body trembling violently with emotion.
“Yunteng.”
Seemingly noticing her brother’s abnormality, Zhu Mingyue stepped forward and grasped Zhu Yunteng’s arm, as if to lend him strength to calm his agitated emotions.
In fact, it wasn’t just Zhu Yunteng whose emotions were difficult to describe; she herself was also filled with confusion by the god-like Zhang Biao.
She felt as though the whole world was collapsing and spinning.
The deeply ingrained concepts of ‘sovereign and subject’ were shaken to their core by the unbelievably rebellious scene before them.
She subconsciously tightened her grip on Zhu Yunteng’s arm, as if it were her only lifeline, her voice trembling with tears and fear, saying, “Imperial Grandfather, and that Censor Zhang, have gone mad…”
“Hmph! I was wrong about him! No! I wasn’t wrong! He is indeed a madman!”
Zhu Mingyu, standing with her hands on her hips, snorted, but her gaze never left that figure.
The man standing barefoot in the center of the square.
He was incredibly handsome.
Although she would never admit it.
But Zhang Biao pointing at those nobles who were usually high and mighty, scolding them fiercely, even making the Imperial Grandfather, who killed without batting an eye, vomit blood from anger, was incredibly shocking.
An unprecedented surge of heat, with a strong desire for destruction and inexplicable excitement, churned in her chest.
Especially Zhang Biao’s words to Old Zhu, ‘If you don’t die, who should die?’, made her blood boil.
She bit her red lips tightly, her eyes fixed on Zhang Biao, completely forgetting about him mentioning her legs being white and long.
In stark contrast to the emotions of Zhu Yunteng and his sister, was Huang Zicheng, about a hundred meters away.
This companion reader of the Eastern Palace, Hanlin Academy Scholar, and future ‘Imperial Tutor,’ now had a deathly pale face, his legs as if cast in lead, unable to move an inch.
Looking at Zhang Biao, he felt a chill surge from the base of his spine to the crown of his head, trembling like leaves in an autumn wind.
“Rebel… madman… an unforgivable wretch, incurring the wrath of gods and men…”
His lips quivered as he repeatedly muttered these words, his eyes unfocused, filled with extreme fear and the bewilderment of his collapsing values.
Every word Zhang Biao spoke was like a heavy hammer smashing against the moral principles of sovereign and subject, propriety and shame, that he had believed in his entire life.
Especially the phrase ‘May the Great Ming embrace death’ echoed in his mind like a curse, almost causing him to lose control.
He subconsciously glanced in the direction of the Eastern Palace, with only one thought in his mind.
It’s over! His Highness Yunwen’s successor position is probably finished!
This Zhang Biao is a more terrifying demon than Chen Youliang!
He must be eliminated! He must be ground to ashes!
On the other side.
The three brothers Zhu Gaochi, who had rushed over upon hearing the news, also witnessed this scene, which could be called historic.
A minister berating the emperor until he fainted three times in one day was probably an unprecedented marvel in history.
Zhu Gaochi was then heard lowering his voice and swiftly ordering his guards:
“Quick! Send an urgent dispatch! Report this matter! Without omission! To my Father King! Make it fast!”
The Prince Yan’s Heir Apparent, known for his steady wisdom, now had no trace of his usual composure on his plump face.
His narrow eyes were wide open, filled with extreme shock and a hint of unspeakable excitement.
He personally watched Zhang Biao, with his tongue alone, ignite a furious inferno, tearing apart the fig leaf of the entire top echelon of the Great Ming Imperial Court.
The impact of that scene far surpassed a confrontation of a thousand soldiers.
He subconsciously clenched his fists, his palms covered in cold sweat.
Zhang Biao’s final declaration of ‘May the Great Ming embrace death’ struck him like a thunderous bell.
He had a premonition that the skies over Yingtian Prefecture were about to change.
And that Censor named Zhang Biao would undoubtedly be the core of this storm!
At the same time, Zhu Gaoxu next to him was staring intently at Zhang Biao, having completely forgotten his previous disdain for him.
This hot-tempered potential general rarely admired anyone except his Father King, Zhu Di.
Now, Zhang Biao’s statement, ‘My blade is specifically for killing jackals, wolves, tigers, and leopards,’ instantly ignited the flame of power and dominance in his chest.
He slapped his thigh forcefully and couldn’t help but shout in a low voice:
“Good! Well said! It’s so damn satisfying! He’s a man! A hundred times better than those pedantic scholars!”
His gaze towards Zhang Biao was filled with undisguised admiration and fervor, even a hint of worship?
If his elder brother hadn’t held him back, he would have rushed out to cheer for Zhang Biao!
As for Zhu Gao Sui?
This ‘little fanboy’ and ‘takeout deliveryman’ of Zhang Biao was trembling with excitement, his eyes teary.
He was still tightly holding the pig’s head meat that Zhang Biao favored, as if it were a sacred object.
“Brother Biao… Brother Biao…”
He muttered to himself, looking at the figure in the center of the square like a god descended from heaven, listening to the earth-shattering scolding and declaration, his blood rushing and his scalp tingling.
What nobles, what ministers, were like mere clay chickens and dogs before Brother Biao.
His previous assessment of Zhang Biao was that he was his Father King Zhu Di’s Wei Zheng; now, he felt that was an insult to Zhang Biao.
Would Wei Zheng dare to scold Li Shimin like that? Would he shout ‘May the Great Tang embrace death’?!
Would he dare to make the entire court of nobles and the emperor vomit blood and faint?!
Brother Biao is Brother Biao! One of a kind!
He wished he could rush out right now and tell everyone, “That’s my brother! I delivered takeout to him in the Imperial Prison!!”
And as the focus of everyone’s attention, Zhang Biao stood motionless in his spot from the moment Old Zhu fell, his expression as calm as a mirrored lake.
Perhaps in the eyes of many, having lost both parents, living in poverty, and having no relatives or friends, he was an invincible person.
But he didn’t feel that way.
Because in the long river of history.
One person’s invincibility was merely the courage to face ten thousand enemies.
The invincibility of a group could stir up monumental waves.
Just like the series of events today, without Shen Lang and the others, Zhang Biao absolutely wouldn’t have broken Old Zhu’s kill plan, let alone counter-killed in the end.
And what he wanted to do was destined to conflict with the original state of this world.
The strength of one person was, after all, limited.
So…
“Come on, Old Zhu, let’s go crazy together.”
He muttered to himself, his voice so low that only he could hear it, “If this world is unfair, then let me break this world.”
“Even if I die, I want my thoughts to be clear.”
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