Zhu Di snorted coldly, gave up the urge to draw the sword, but still couldn't help cursing: "If it's true, this bastard is damned! How could such a heroic soldier of my Ming Dynasty be buried in the hands of such an emperor!"

At the same time, Zhu Di secretly rejoiced, if Jiang Xinghuo hadn't reminded him.

If this incident really happened in the future, wouldn't it mean that Daming would suffer a catastrophe close to subjugation.