Chapter 92
The Divorce Agreement 600 Years Late
Zhu Dijun's cold question was like a heavy hammer, striking Batu's psychological defenses.
Under the global live broadcast, Batu's face, which had turned a deep purplish-red, became the biggest joke in the world.
Seeing that his identity had been completely exposed, he avoided eye contact and began his final attempt at sophistry.
"I...I don't know what nonsense you're talking about!"
He roared, his voice laced with bravado but betraying his inner weakness, "I am a Mongol! But from the Buryat tribe! The Buryat people are distributed across Russia and Mongolia, and have been a branch of the Mongols since ancient times! Why can't I be a descendant of your second great-uncle!"
His words, seemingly a struggle, actually acknowledged his identity as a "Buryat" and completely abandoned the pretense of being a member of the "Golden Family."
This shameless sophistry was clearly transmitted to the Hongwu Hall through the sky screen.
King Zhu Shuang of Qin was so angry that he was trembling all over, and he felt like he was about to explode!
His two descendants opened the coffin by imperial decree in order to clear his name.
But this bastard who appeared out of nowhere actually insisted on recognizing him as his ancestor in front of everyone!
This is an absolute disgrace!
"You scoundrel! Utterly shameless!"
Zhu Shuang could no longer hold back. He pointed at the sky and then suddenly turned to Zhu Yuanzhang on the dragon throne. All the grievances and resentment he had accumulated over half a lifetime erupted at this moment!
"It's all because Father Emperor is biased!"
He was crying uncontrollably, and his voice was hoarse.
"Back then, because of a trivial matter, you shattered my ambition for the throne! The result has been such a huge mess, harming not only myself but also future generations!"
"If it weren't for my good grandson and my fourth brother's direct descendants, I don't know how long these bastards would have occupied my grave!"
These outrageous complaints silenced the entire Hongwu Hall.
Zhu Di and Zhu Biao were both stunned. They never expected their second brother to shout out such deep-seated thoughts in public.
Anger flashed across Zhu Yuanzhang's face, but when he saw Zhu Shuang crying like a child, his imperial rage ultimately turned into a complex sigh.
Just as the atmosphere reached its peak, a gentle yet powerful voice rang out from beside Zhu Yuanzhang.
Empress Ma, who had remained silent all along, slowly stood up.
She didn't look at Zhu Yuanzhang, nor at Zhu Shuang. Her gaze seemed to pierce through time and space, landing on distant Xi'an, on that long-forgotten past.
"This marriage of the second son must come to an end."
Empress Ma's voice wasn't loud, but it sent a shiver down everyone's spine.
"Second son, you must divorce Wang."
Divorce!
These two words, like a thunderclap, exploded in the hall!
Empress Ma looked at Zhu Yuanzhang with a hint of guilt and an unwavering determination in her eyes.
"Zhongba, this marriage was arranged by us to appease the surrendered generals. We have wronged Wang Baobao's sister and wronged the second prince."
"Now that future generations have revealed the truth for us, we should cut off the root of this disaster for them."
"Draft an imperial edict, in our name, ordering the second son to divorce Lady Wang. After the divorce, Lady Wang shall be posthumously honored as 'Lady of Chastity and Virtue,' and given a grand burial beside the Qin King's Mausoleum, where she may enjoy the offerings of posterity. In this way, we will preserve the dignity of our Great Ming Dynasty and leave no room for future generations to complain or cause trouble!"
His words were clear and logical, and he was extremely kind and considerate.
This is no longer dealing with family matters; this is rewriting history!
Looking at his wife, whom he had married many times, and seeing the all-knowing wisdom and compassion in her eyes, Zhu Yuanzhang's anger and violence all melted away.
He nodded slowly, his voice softer than ever before.
"Girl, I'll do whatever you say."
He turned to the dumbfounded Crown Prince Zhu Biao and shouted:
"Biao'er, what are you waiting for! Write it yourself! Just write it as your mother said! Once it's finished, stamp it with our jade seal, and then stamp it with your mother's phoenix seal!"
"We'll show future generations! It's none of our business how the Zhu family behaves!"
"We must ensure that Wang leaves with dignity! And we must ensure our second son lives with clarity!"
At this moment, King Zhu Shuang of Qin was stunned. He looked at his mother, then at his father, and burst into tears, kneeling there for a long time.
This "deal of separation," which was six hundred years late, was the greatest comfort his mother could give him, and also the deepest compensation his father could offer.
Under the sky, in a modern live broadcast studio.
Zhu Dijun looked at Batu, who was still putting up a stubborn resistance, and the sarcasm on his lips deepened.
"Still trying to deny it?"
"Fine, I'll let you die knowing why!"
He swiped the screen again, and a more detailed genetic migration map appeared before everyone!
"The paternal lineage of the Buryat people separated from that of the Golden Family eight hundred years ago! When your ancestors were herding livestock on the shores of Lake Baikal, my second great-uncle's father-in-law, Wang Baobao, the last pillar of the Yuan Dynasty, was vying for power in the Central Plains with my great-grandfather!"
"You two are completely unrelated!"
"More importantly!"
Judy Jun's voice was like the hammer of final judgment!
"We not only have the King of Qin's DNA, but also the DNA of his principal wife, Wang Baobao's sister, Lady Wang!"
"Her remains are in a side chamber of the Qin King's underground palace; the iron chains that imprisoned her still bind her bones!"
"The DNA comparison results show that they did not leave any offspring!"
"Now tell me, did you, this so-called descendant, spring from a crack in a rock?!"
boom!!!
The final lie has been utterly shattered!
No descendants!
These four words, like the sharpest knife, cut off all of Batu's escape routes!
"Thump!"
Batu's legs went weak, and he collapsed to the ground, his face ashen, his eyes unfocused, muttering to himself.
"No...it's impossible...they said...they said it was foolproof..."
A cold glint flashed in Zhu Dijun's eyes!
they?
He stepped forward, looking down at the camera and at the collapsed figure.
"Batu, your performance is over."
"Now, the game enters the next phase."
Tell me, who are "they"?