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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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THE DEADLY BATTLE WITH SAN HU WEI 2

Wu Qi was able to run very fast, in a moment both of them had left the city, and arrived at an empty meadow flanked by hills. The endless blue sky before them gave such a terrifying sense, looking at it, Wu Qi felt that this escape would never end...

... and even if it could, the end they would meet would be the death full of suffering.

Wu Qi gasped. The army had stood on the hills that flanked their path, on the left and right side. It seemed that the amount was far fewer than the one he met at Bai Lian Jiao's headquarters, but it was still difficult to deal with them just by himself. And they were all now drawing each bow, ready to shoot arrows at their targets below.

"All of you! Aim your prey carefully, don't let them escape!" From the top of the hill, Yan San gave the command.

"Yan San! You!..."

Yan San's eyes glared wide. Drops of sweat flowed down his flushed face as he shouted, "Whoever betrays His Highness must die!"

The arrows had been aimed right at Wu Qi. No matter how fast he ran, he would not be able to escape from their pursuit.

"Die you, Wu Qi! Even though I am much more senior and competent than you, but His Highness instead appoints you to be the Commander, not me. And you often act arbitrarily to me. His Highness has always been unaware that you are deceiving him. But, no lies are immortal. He has discovered your crime. Finally, the wheel of karma has turned, your fate to die is preordained - you must die in my hands!"

Wu Qi knew that Yan San envied him. Yan San was indeed much more senior than Wu Qi, before Wu Qi came to Kaifeng Yan San had been on duty from ten years ago. He was also far older than Wu Qi. So Yan San was very upset to see Wu Qi, who was a novice in San Hu Wei, got appointed as the chief commander while he only became deputy commander. But Wu Qi never thought that Yan San had such a grudge against him. To the point that he truly wanted to kill him.

Yan San shouted, "Shoot!"

Dozens of arrows shot out at terrifying speed, like meteors falling to earth.

"Darn!" Wu Qi pulled something out of his pocket which immediately enlarged. Giant white tarpaulin. Just right when the arrows were about to hit them, Wu Qi spread the tarpaulin so that the arrows could be repelled by it.

But it was still unfinished.

"Heaaahhh!" Wu Qi threw out the tarpaulin with tremendous internal power. The arrows were bounced back towards the troops, it was they who had to scramble to avoid counterattacks.

Yan San could only envy Wu Qi, without trying to understand why Zhu Su preferred Wu Qi to be the chief commander. Wu Qi might lose in experience, but not in physical strength and martial arts ability. As it was shown very clearly in this battle. Yan San himself could only curse in anger.

"God damn it! All troops, go down and fight the enemy with a direct hit!"

No longer relying on arrows, the troops immediately rushed down, drawing their respective weapons. Dozens of troops surrounded one person who was carrying a pregnant woman, this was indeed a completely unfair battle for Wu Qi.

Some people said, a great warrior can only be defeated by two things. Cunning strategy, or unfair imposition from fate. Only one of them is enough to defeat a great warrior. And now, Wu Qi was faced with those two things at once.

"No... Wang Fei is innocent... I can't let Wang Fei die!"

Wu Qi lowered Hu Nayin from his arms. "Wang Fei... please still stay close to me... and be careful..."

Hu Nayin responded to him with a blank look. But Wu Qi had no time to mourn Hu Nayin's lifeless and vacant gaze. He drew his sword, ready to fight.

"If I really betray His Highness, then let Heaven punish me to die here, I am ready to accept that fate! But if that's not the case, I believe Heaven will help me!"

The first soldier stepped forward. Wu Qi kicked him straight away until he fell to his knees. The second soldier brushed his feet, was about to stumble Wu Qi, on the other hand, Wu Qi jumped high and threw a kick which immediately hit the soldier in the face. The third soldier raised his sword, trying to stab Wu Qi. Wu Qi smashed his sword so that the two swords clashed each other, and when his sword was flung backward, the soldier was also fell backward, even rolled down.

The fourth and fifth soldiers attacked at the same time, but Wu Qi was ready. He waved his sword with his whole power. The upper and lower bodies of the two poor soldiers were immediately separated from each other. Fresh blood spattered out and a heart-slicing scream soon came to ears.

Wu Qi had managed to eliminate the distraction of several soldiers, when Yan San raised his sword high, pointed it towards Hu Nayin. "Let's see, if this traitorous Wang Fei dies, will you still continue the fighting?!"

"Wang Fei!" Wu Qi went berserk. He immediately lost his common sense. He moved forward, using his body to protect Hu Nayin.

Yan San's sword grazed his right shoulder.

"Aarrggh!" Wu Qi screamed in pain. He automatically held his shoulder, which was now bleeding.

Yan San looked at the tip of his sword which was covered with Wu Qi's blood. His eyes shone ruthlessly. "You will die Wu Qi. You indeed betray His Highness, by trying to run away with Hu Wang Fei. Just like your oath, you will die here. In my hands!"

Yan San raised his sword once again. But Wu Qi could ignore the pain, thus warded Yan San's sword.

Both of them were soon involved in a fierce sword clash.

"Ouch!" The wound on Wu Qi's shoulder throbbed as he exerted his effort to prevent him from losing in the fight. The blood flowed more profusely. Wu Qi closed his eyes. He felt like he could not stand for it anymore...

Wu Qi's sword was thrown away. Wu Qi fell to his knees. Breath gasping, he looked up, stared at Yan San and his sword which aimed right at his heart.

A cruel chuckle adorned Yan San's face. "Die you!"

Wu Qi closed his eyes.

Apparently, no matter how hard he tried to deceive his heart with all kinds of excuses, Heaven still could not be deceived. As proof, he was destined to die here, right now.