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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 REVENGE BEGAN 6

Zhu Su stared at Hu Nayin with great interest. "How can you say that? I'm not even sure whether we can win this war or not."

"I don't know... this feeling just appears of a sudden. After all, this young emperor has tortured many of his uncles. Dai Wang has been demoted to be a commoner, and Xiang Wang has been forced to commit suicide. He is piling many bad karmas."

"What?! Gui becomes commoner?! And... Bai committed suicide?! I haven't yet heard that news?!" Zhu Su shouted in surprise. "How did that happen?!"

Hu Nayin nodded. "In fact, Xiang Wang was initially only demoted to be commoner. But for Xiang Wang, it is something to be ashamed of. When the emperor's emissary came to arrest him, he said to his subordinates, 'I have seen by myself, the ministers who did not want to be captured by my father, in order not to bear the shame then they kill themselves. I am the son of the Emperor of the Great Ming, and just to beg for mercy then I must let myself insulted? I won't do that!' He did not open the gate for the emperor's emissary, instead, he gathered his wife and children together and then committed suicide."

"Poor Bai... you are only 29 years old, you are still young... what a shame. You should model your brothers, actually. There's no wrong with bearing the shame, being imprisoned, or pretending to be crazy and sick, whatever it takes, as long as we are alive, we can try to turn things around and take revenge!" Sadness clouded Zhu Su's face. "But Nayin, how can you know so detailed? Who's telling you?"

"Marquis Xiping."

"Oh, it's Mu Cheng, then..." As for Mu Ying, he had died of illness when the Hongwu Emperor was still in power. Zhu Su and the rest of the imperial family had come to Yingtian to deliver his body to be buried. To say who was the saddest among all the imperial families, we could directly tell that it was Zhu Su. As we had already known, their relations were so close. Although Zhu Su only lived in Yunnan for two years, the bond tied between Zhu Su and Mu Ying was very tight. Zhu Su somehow felt even much closer to him than with his other siblings, especially compared with the next generations alias his cousins.

Zhu Su sighed. "So many things have happened so far, I forget that I have to go on a pilgrimage to Brother Mu Ying's grave..."

"I think the new Marquis Xiping is the same as the previous one. He respects you very much. He already knows that you are banished due to the Politics of Xuefan, and he strongly disagrees with the Emperor, yet he doesn't dare to fight him head-on."

"Besides making a pilgrimage to Brother Mu Ying's grave, I have to visit Mu Cheng, then... But, is it safe for me to come into his residence? So many people there and they are all government officials..."

Hu Nayin pressed her lips. "Later, if I have a chance, I will tell Marquis Xiping that you want to visit him."

"Yes, take it easy. Right now I don't dare to act rashly, it's more important to sit still and observe more. I hope, even if our movement has been caught by the central government in the end, at that moment we have been so powerful that they will no longer have enough power to destroy us."

In fact, no need for Zhu Su to worry too much about the central government. Because Zhu Yunwen was now busy focusing on another business. Even though he was eager to catch Zhu Su, he could not do it either, since he was blocked by this more urgent matter.

"What?! You say, Fourth Uncle is only pretending to be sick?!" Zhu Yunwen screamed in disbelief at the report of Ge Cheng, one of Zhu Di's Changshi who betrayed his former Fan Wang.

"Can it be, Yan Wang pretends to be sick just to free his sons?" Huang Zicheng, another adviser to Zhu Yunwen who supported the Politics of Xuefan, murmured. After figuring out that Zhu Di was badly infected with smallpox (Liu Ku's medicine succeeded in making Zhu Di sweated so much, letting his face turn red and even having small pox-like rashes appear at his whole body), Zhu Yunwen could not bear to keep on cornering Zhu Di. Moreover, at that time vaccine for smallpox had not yet been invented so everybody learned that anyone got infected by it would almost certainly die. Zhu Di also screamed and twisted his body to and fro like someone whose brain had been malfunctioned. Thinking that his uncle would die soon, Zhu Yunwen's heart softened, then he decided to return Zhu Di's sons to their father.

Zhu Yunwen rose out of his feet. He began to pace back and forth, agitated. "How dare the Fourth Uncle fool me! Well then, I won't hesitate anymore!... But what should I do? Even when I get hostages, he becomes the most difficult to be handled with, and now, we have no hostages anymore..."

Qi Tai tried to give suggestions, "Sire, things have turned out this way, there is no other way we can do but act decisively. Order military generals to besiege Yan Wang. Not only Beiping, but we also must siege the surrounding areas such as Kaiping, Linqing, and Sanhaiguan. And we will put the army at Yan Wang's residence. We will siege him, in order to make him out of action!"

Zhu Yunwen nid-nodded. His lack of skill in fighting made every suggestion from Qi Tai sounded good to him.

"Alright! I order Zhang Bing, Xie Gui, Zhang Xin, Du Songchong, Xu Kai, and Geng Huan to carry out this duty. Besiege Yan Wang's residence, right now!"

Zhu Yunwen's movement had actually been awaited by Zhu Di. The smell of warfare could already be sniffed in front of the nose. Zhu Di himself had been ready. He grabbed a sword hanging in the living room of his residence, which was the legacy of his father. His eyes burned with fury.

"This sword has not tasted the flavor of blood for a long time." He murmured. "Zhu Yunwen, you are the initiator of this war. You are the one who forces me to do this. So don't blame me, if this bloodthirsty sword beheads you in a near future."

The war drums were soon bet.

Jingnan Campaign had begun.