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THE PRINCE OF HERBS

1389 AD, Ming Dynasty, China "Guardsmen! Take him to his exile in Yunnan, right now!" "Fu Huang!..." "Shut up! Oh... how can my own son stab me from behind... Not only other people I can't trust, and now I can't even trust my own son either!... It's far more painful..." *** "Tomorrow morning," Xie Wang said slowly. "Tomorrow morning... you will see dozens of dead bodies lying all over the streets in Yunnan." Xie Wang looked straight to Zhu Su, his eyes as sharp as a knife, "This is a war. The battle between me, Yuan Prince, and you Ming Prince. A battle to determine who is the most suitable to be the next ruler of Yunnan!" *** "Your Highness... Bad news, Your Highness!" Wu Qi was breathless as he answered, "All streets in Yunnan... are full of dead bodies..." Zhu Su stunned. It can't be, Witchcrafts of Xie Wang is the hell real?!? He just walked not any longer, yet he had found a dead body was lying face down on the street. The farther he walked, the more corpses he found. And finally, he arrived at the town square, where people had been crowded together. *** "I am Zhu Su, the fifth son of Hongwu Emperor, I promise to smash the Witchcrafts of Xie Wang, and get you all free from the outbreak!" Zhu Su sharpened his voice. "The promise from a leader is not a children's game. Bear it in mind!" A man in early forties, who seemed to be the leader of rebels, held his spear up, shouted, "Fine! We appreciate your determination, Ming Prince, so keep your promise! If you fail to keep it up, then I'll make sure that Ming honor, as well as yours, will be ruined!" *** A biographical novel of Prince Zhu Su, the fifth prince of the Hongwu Emperor who was the founder of Ming Dynasty, who devoted himself for medical science and humanity. But before he could fulfil his devotion, he was forced to go through royal disputes, conflicts, power struggles, punishments, rebellions, and even death threats. Could he overcome those problems and reached his noble dream? Find out in this novel. This is a work of biographical novel about a real historical figure. Some characters, plot premise, and certain sections of the story are based on historical events and figures, but there are some parts which are pure fiction. Some of names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner; any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. This novel is an original work of myself, not a translated work. Last but not least; I hope you enjoy this story. And thank you very much for your appreciation and support! Have a nice day!

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GAMBLING 2

As soon as they arrived at the emperor's bedchamber, Zhu Su immediately approached his father, supported him into a half-seated position. Wu Qi and Hu Nayin helped him. "Fu Huang, the antidote for you has been done... please drink it slowly... and after this, you will get well!"

Zhu Su took Liu Ku's concoction and gave it to the emperor.

Nothing happened.

"Fu Huang..." Still supporting the emperor, Zhu Su asked. "Fu Huang, are you alright?"

Suddenly the emperor coughed, more and more severe. Then he spitted out black fluids in large quantities. A second later, he collapsed onto the bed.

"Fu Huang!" Zhu Su screamed in panic. So did Li Heng, and everyone in this room. Li Heng quickly took the emperor's pulse, his face turned to be pale purplish.

"His Majesty's pulse... doesn't exist..." His voice choked.

Zhu Su rushed towards Liu Ku. He gripped the young man's shoulder, so hard it made him grimace in pain. "You said, you are able to cure Fu Huang, but what happens now?! Now he's dead!" Zhu Su shouted very loudly like an insane one. "What is your responsibility for this? You must do something!"

What Liu Ku could only do was bowing his head, without saying even a word.

Wu Qi unsheathed his sword. "You said, we may kill you if you fail to do your job?! Now, keep your promise!"

He ran forward, pointing his sword right to Liu Ku's neck.

"I have told you that it is a high-risk medication!" Liu Ku screamed frustratingly. "I have said that the possibility of the Emperor's recovery is only fifty percent! And now you want to kill me?! It's you who can't be trusted!" He avoided Wu Qi's attack, and now yelled angrily at Zhu Su. "Your Highness! I think you are better than Xie Wang, but in fact, you are worse than him. You just want to get the good one but you don't want to endure the worst! Now you want to kill me! My biggest regret is to work for someone disobliging like you!"

So strange, unlike his other words, this time Liu Ku's scream made completely no effect on Zhu Su's mind. He did not get sensitive with it, or offended, or confused or whatever anymore. His mind was deadlocked. He was so frustrated. He trusted Liu Ku so much that he was willing to risk his life by entering Xie Wang's headquarters... just to commit this foolishness, letting his father die even faster by drinking deadly poison due to his blind faith in someone he did not even recognize!

How stupid of him!

He felt so guilty! His father died, it was because of him!

Because of his foolishness!

Payloth, Rui, and Han Zhong held Liu Ku tightly, prevented the young man from escaping. Wu Qi raised his sword high, Liu Ku screamed like crazy and cursed all of them, and Zhu Su did not try to stop that. He just watched them in silence, mind totally went blank.

"Your Highness, please wait a moment!"

Hu Nayin managed to stop Wu Qi just as the sword point was only a few inches from Liu Ku's neck.

"His Majesty... moves a little," Hu Nayin pointed at the emperor.

"Really, Nayin?" Zhu Su soon turned behind. The others also gazed closely at the emperor.

That was true. Although just a little, but they could see the emperor's fingers were moving.

Zhu Su approached the bed. The emperor's movements became clearer, right now he even began to lift his body. He thus looked up, and slowly, turned his gaze at Zhu Su.

"Fu Huang... you're back?" Slowly, Zhu Su asked.

The emperor nodded. "Yes," He answered, his voice was low, but sounded firm, full of vitality. "I feel very well."

Hearing the emperor's statement, Wu Qi re-sheathed his sword. Payloth, Rui, and Han Zhong also released their grips on Liu Ku. The young Fangshi quickly moved away, his full-of-cold-sweat hands kept on holding his neck, as if he was afraid that it might be broken at any time. Zhu Su himself, his blank face changed to normal, and his eyes filled with a sparkle of great relief.

"Thank Heaven... for saving Fu Huang... really, really thank You..." He murmured, voice was full of excitement. "I'm just worried that Fu Huang will go forever... Thank Heaven..."

The emperor nodded, the pale color on his face began to fade, replaced by a broad smile full of happiness.