Chapter 2: Kindly Accept These Divine Powers, Sir!

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Old Zhu asked a question that put Qin Feng in a tight spot—why did he have to inquire about Crown Prince Zhu Biao? If Qin Feng revealed the truth to Old Zhu, and Old Zhu couldn’t handle it and ended his life, wouldn’t that be unjust? But if he deceived Old Zhu and Zhu Biao died on his own someday, Qin Feng would still face a fatal end.

Helpless, Qin Feng said, “Your Majesty, could you ask another question? I’ve barely earned your trust, and I don’t want to die so soon.”
“After all, I’ve transferred my six hundred years of knowledge to the Ming Dynasty; it wouldn’t be too late to execute me afterward.”
“It’s rare for me to travel through time like this, so at least let me enjoy the life of a noble for a while.”

Old Zhu’s mouth twitched twice. Such a simple question posed such a dilemma for the boy who claimed to be a time traveler? Could it be that after the Crown Prince ascended the throne, he became depraved and negligent, derailing state affairs? Or was all the hard work the Crown Prince put into governance just a pretense?

Once doubt took root, it spread relentlessly in his heart.
In a moment, Old Zhu furrowed his brow deeply, his complexion darkening.
If the Crown Prince’s accession could cause the boy to fear for his life, then a monumental event must have occurred.
Curiosity, once ignited, became unstoppable.

Old Zhu sneered, “What? Is the Crown Prince not recorded in the history books?”
“That’s certainly recorded, but... if you want me to say it, I can—just spare me from death first.”

Old Zhu had asked casually but didn’t expect such a strong reaction from the boy. If he didn’t clarify this today, he might spend many sleepless nights ahead.

Old Zhu said gravely, “I pardon you; speak freely.”
“Well, if I’m really going to say it, you must be prepared.”
“The history books record that Crown Prince Zhu Biao died young in the twenty-fifth year of Hongwu, passing away from illness before ascending the throne.”
“The Crown Prince died of sickness before reigning, so there’s no account of his governance.”

Behind Old Zhu, the eunuch Wang Jinghong’s face changed upon hearing Qin Feng’s words.
“How dare you blaspheme the Crown Prince! Seize him!”

Old Zhu’s murderous gaze was chilling. At the moment Qin Feng spoke, Old Zhu truly contemplated killing him. But within Qin Feng’s words, he sensed both bad and good news.

The bad news was that his beloved son Zhu Biao would die of illness, and the heir he personally nurtured would be lost.
The good news was that he himself would live to his sixties without passing away.

Qin Feng said, “Your Majesty, you said you would pardon me, and this is recorded in history over six hundred years later, not my personal words.”

At Wang Jinghong’s sharp command, over a dozen imperial guards stormed into Wuying Palace.

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To Old Zhu, an unverified time traveler could simply be killed.
He had always killed without blinking; as an iron-blooded emperor who massacred tens of thousands, he cared little for consequences.

Qin Feng cursed inwardly: Choosing to trust Zhu Yuanzhang was truly foolish.
Life and death hung on a single thought!

In desperation, Qin Feng shouted,
“Your Majesty, you cannot kill me now!”
“At least wait until I help you sever the dragon vein of Changbai Mountain; then you can kill me.”
“Otherwise, the Ming Dynasty will fall in three hundred years!”

Wang Jinghong shouted angrily, “Blasphemer! You still dare to spread lies at death’s door? Take him away for public beheading!”

Suddenly, outside the palace, dark clouds gathered, fierce winds howled, and lightning and thunder clashed.
Boom!

Lightning flashed brilliantly outside the hall!
Nine bolts of thunder struck Wuying Palace, and blinding lightning flashed before the guards, startling them into screams.

“Your Majesty, a celestial phenomenon... this man must not be killed...” Wang Jinghong whispered fearfully into Old Zhu’s ear.

Ancient people were deeply superstitious.
They believed celestial phenomena were warnings from heaven.
The fact that Qin Feng could summon such a phenomenon suggested great destiny.

Old Zhu looked horrified at the lightning illuminating Qin Feng.
Standing in the hall, Qin Feng gave off an aura of superiority.
Could it be...
this man was a blessing sent by heaven to the Ming Dynasty and truly must not be killed?

Old Zhu recalled Liu Ji’s dying words—that after his death, a sage would descend to guide the Ming Dynasty.
Could this boy from six hundred years in the future be that sage?

Old Zhu’s robes were soaked, his legs weak, his eyes filled with lingering terror.
He nearly killed this man and provoked heaven’s wrath!

Qin Feng himself was stunned by the sudden weather change, unable to recover for a long time.
Hence, he appeared like a lofty, indifferent immortal...
Terrifying!
What kind of bizarre weather was this?

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Nine consecutive bolts of lightning—this was terrifying beyond measure.

The imperial guards stood helpless before Qin Feng, until Old Zhu roared, “Everyone, withdraw!”

Wang Jinghong hurriedly waved his hand, and the guards fled from Wuying Palace in panic.

Old Zhu shakily rose from the dragon throne, drenched in sweat.
He said to Wang Jinghong, “You may leave for now. I want to speak with Qin Feng alone. No one is allowed to enter without my order; violators shall be executed!”

Wang Jinghong bowed and quickly exited.

Outside the hall, many princes and ministers had gathered, drawn by the celestial phenomenon to Wuying Palace.

“By imperial decree, no one may enter without His Majesty’s order; violators shall be executed! Your Highnesses and Lords, please return.”

The princes and ministers whispered among themselves, debating.

Crown Prince Zhu Biao grasped Wang Jinghong’s hand, puzzled.
“I heard Father received a man claiming to be a time traveler? And because of this man, heaven sent a celestial phenomenon?”

Wang Jinghong trembled, “Your Highness, this old servant dare not say...”

Zhu Biao’s eyes deepened.

This man who claimed to be a time traveler was granted an audience with the emperor alone?
What extraordinary ability did he possess to earn such importance from Father?

...

Inside Wuying Palace, Old Zhu seemed like a different person, suddenly treating Qin Feng with great respect.

“Earlier, I broke my word before the court; please do not take offense. You claim to come from six hundred years in the future; I should not have doubted you. Please, restrain your powers.”

Old Zhu wiped cold sweat from his brow, still shaken, glancing toward where lightning had struck inside the hall.

A Song Dynasty porcelain kiln shard was shattered by the thunder!
Truly terrifying!

Qin Feng looked puzzled at Old Zhu, his brow nearly knotting.
“Powers? I don’t have any special abilities. Could it be that Old Zhu thinks I summoned that lightning?”