King Luhuang of the Ming Dynasty: My father, Ming Taizu

"I've been defeated. You can kill me or chop me up as you please!"

Upon hearing this, Yesugeer stared at Toghon Temur fiercely, his eyes as sharp as knives, as if he wanted to cut the other person into pieces.

"Toghon Temur, if you are still the eagle of the grassland, you should give your enemies a quick death!"

"Handing me over to the Ming Dynasty would be a humiliation to me!"

Hearing this, Toghon Temur pinched his nose lightly, completely ignoring the hatred in the other's eyes, and spoke softly.

"If I had known this would happen, I should have sent troops to destroy your group."

As he spoke, his eyes shone with brilliance, and he said in a deep voice: "Yesudi'er, you and I are originally one family..."

"One family? Why didn't your ancestors say they were one family when they seized the throne?"

"When you drove my family westward, away from our homeland, why didn't you say we were one family?"

"Now that you've won, what's the point of talking about these things!"

Yesudiel gritted his teeth so hard that they chattered, but then he changed the subject and said, "If you really think we are a family, kill me now and don't let me be humiliated!"

"Submission to the Ming Dynasty is not humiliation."

Toghon Temur frowned. Yesüder regarded him as a traitor of the grassland, so all the tribes under his command should think so too.

If this is true, then things will be difficult.

He is the king of the grassland. Now that Yesudi'er has been defeated, the grassland will be unified again. But if these tribes still hold resentment, how can he keep his position as the king?
As for the traitors and running dogs mentioned by the other side, Toghon Temur did not care. If one loses his life, what is the use of anything else?

"You are the only one in the entire grassland who thinks so!"

Yesudi'er spoke in a deep voice, the hatred in his eyes growing instead of decreasing, and he added: "You are close to the Ming Dynasty, isn't it because you want to rely on the power of the Ming Dynasty to unify the grassland? You are really stupid!"

"The Ming Dynasty is a tiger and wolf. They have feuds with all the tribes on the grassland. Surrendering to them means we will be servile. They will break the backbones of all the grassland men and then trample us under their feet!"

"If you don't surrender, you will die!"

Toghon Temur finally became angry and roared.

Outside the tent, several guards in golden armor came in immediately, with their swords drawn, staring at Yesudiel fiercely.

"Who let you in? Get out!"

Toghon Temur frowned and spoke, and several guards went out angrily again.

At this time, he continued: "The Ming army is at its peak, do you want to take all your men with you to die?"

"The rise of the Ming Dynasty is an inevitable trend. If a mantis tries to stop a chariot, it will eventually fail..."

"That's a worthy death, and it won't bring disgrace to the family!"

Yesugeer rudely interrupted Toghon Temur: "We are all descendants of the Great Khan. It would be fine if we cannot expand our territory, but do we have to give up the last bit of our ancestral heritage to others?"

"Toghon Temur, if you die one day, how can you face the Khan?"

The Great Khan that Yesüder mentioned was the great Genghis Khan. The reason why the Borjigin family was called the Golden Family was because of this great Genghis Khan.

Back then, the Mongol cavalry swept across the Eurasian continent, making countless people tremble in fear. Their territory spanned thousands of miles, but now...

Toghon Temur said nothing more, but just frowned tightly.

He also felt pain in his heart, but no one spoke to him.

He thought that his enemy Yesudiel could understand his difficulties, but now it seems that the other party is completely unable to understand.

“There are only Mongolian men who die standing, but no grassland warriors who kneel down and surrender!”

Yesudiel gritted his teeth and said, "Toghon Temur, if you follow the Ming Dynasty wholeheartedly, there will definitely be people in the grassland who will rebel against you!"

"You, the king, won't last long!"

"You don't have to worry about these things."

Toghon Temur sighed lightly. He didn't want to argue with the man in front of him anymore. It was totally meaningless.

Toghon Temur knew whether all the tribes on the grassland could be loyal to him and whether they would rebel later.

If there are those who resist, kill them all and leave only the loyal ones.

As for the Ming Dynasty... it doesn't matter if the entire grassland is included in the territory of the Ming Dynasty. As long as we slowly accumulate strength, there will definitely be opportunities later.

"The imperial edict of the Ming Emperor will arrive soon, and you will be sent to Yingtian Prefecture."

"Yesudier, I hope you can think about it carefully during this period of time. If we have the opportunity to meet again in the future, we can talk about it in detail."

Upon hearing this, Yesüder was about to say something else, but Toghon Temur waved his hand, and the soldiers outside the tent came in quickly, pulled him up and dragged him out of the tent.

"The bloodline of the Golden Family will never surrender until death!"

Yesüder screamed loudly: "Toghon Temur! The Khan is always watching you from the sky!"

The roar gradually faded away, but the sound was deeply imprinted in Toghon Temur's heart, like a new burn, painful to the bone.

But soon, Toghon Temur chuckled, he looked up at the dome of the big tent, his eyes looking at the sky through the skylight, and said to himself.

The Khan is watching from heaven?

How many guns does he have?
Time passed quickly, and seven days were gone in the blink of an eye.

During the seven days, good news came frequently from his subordinates. Toghon Temur's cavalry charged forward and recovered a large number of tribesmen under Yesüder. As for those who were disobedient, they were basically wiped out.

The remnants of Yesüder fled into the western desert, but were caught up by the pursuers and all killed.

At this point, the rebellion on the grassland has been basically put down, and it is only a matter of time to recover the distant tribes that have not yet surrendered.

One day, Toghon Temur was sitting in the big tent reading the military report when a soldier came in from outside, knelt down and said in a deep voice: "Great Khan, the envoy of the Ming Dynasty has arrived."

Toghon Temur was stunned when he heard this, and then immediately stood up to greet him.

Outside the tent, in the distance, a team of knights came slowly. Several envoys were holding Ming Dynasty Dragon Cavalry and were protecting a young man in palace dress in the middle. All of them raised their heads slightly, looking domineering.

Toghon Temur straightened his clothes and waited quietly.

Soon, the team of knights approached. The young man in palace dress dismounted, glanced at Toghon Temur, and said softly.

"The imperial edict of the Ming Emperor, King Toghon Temur of the grassland, receive the edict."

"Chen is here!"

Toghon Temur and his generals immediately knelt down and kowtowed heavily.

"The Emperor, in the Mandate of Heaven, summoned you: The grassland king Toghon Temur has made great contributions in suppressing the rebellion. I am very pleased. I will grant the grassland king a thousand miles of fertile land east of Xilin."

"Also, Borjigin Yesudier committed treasonous acts and raised an army to rebel. He still had the intention to destroy the Ming Dynasty. Fortunately, the troops under the grassland Wang fought bravely and captured him alive. He has evil ambitions and does not need to be sent to the capital. I order the grassland king to lead the charge, exterminate his clan, and execute him immediately."

"Appreciate this!"

The messenger's voice was sharp and long, falling into the ears of Toghon Temur and the generals, making everyone tremble in their hearts.

Especially Toghon Temur, he thought the Ming Emperor would order Yesüder to be escorted to the capital, but now he is going to be beheaded on the spot? !
"King of the Grassland, please accept the order."

The messenger glanced at Toghon Temur calmly and said softly, "After receiving the order, execute the sentence quickly. After watching the execution, I have to return to the capital to report."

Toghon Temur felt his palms trembling. He kowtowed heavily and said, "I obey your command. Thank you for your grace!" "Long live the emperor!"

The wind on the grassland is still strong, blowing the grassland in the distance like endless waves.

Yesüder and 37 other members of the royal family were held on the grassland, all of them looking pale.

Behind the crowd stood strong men holding tiger-head knives, each with an expressionless face.

Toghon Temur was sitting not far away, his eyes intertwined with Yesüder. With just one glance, he saw the hatred in the other's eyes. His thoughts seemed to be blown away by the wind and drifted back to a day more than a hundred years ago.

At that time, if his ancestor Kublai Khan had failed in the fight for the throne, would he be the one kneeling on the ground and about to be beheaded?
Destiny is so mysterious that it fascinates and confuses people.

"King of the Grassland, please execute the sentence quickly. It is getting late."

The Ming envoy was standing nearby and urged them, "You grassland people should not have the same rules as those in the Central Plains."

Toghon Temur's heart was slightly moved when he heard this, but he didn't say anything. Instead, he slowly raised his hand.

His gaze fell on Yesudier again, but he saw the other's mouth corner raised in a scornful smile.

The palm came down fiercely, and the executioners raised their tiger-head knives high and swung them down.

Blood gushed out and Yesudier's expression was frozen in a sneer.

He never uttered another word until his death, but the contempt in his eyes was seen by all those watching the execution and was imprinted in their hearts.

The wind was blowing wildly, and a faint smell of blood came towards him. Toghon Temur's thoughts drifted away again, as if flying into the sky.

"The punishment has been completed, and I will not stay any longer."

The Ming waiter spoke softly, glanced at the corpses in the distance, and said, "King of the Grassland, you have received the imperial edict, and you should know what you should and should not do."

"This is what your majesty meant, and it is also what His Royal Highness Prince Lu meant."

Hearing this, Toghon Temur's heart tightened suddenly, and he subconsciously stood up and said respectfully: "Please trouble the Holy Envoy to see His Royal Highness Prince Lu and convey a few words to the little prince."

"The young prince has already surrendered to the Ming Dynasty and will never dare to rebel again. He will stay in his fiefdom and will not expand outward."

As he said this, he waved his hand behind him, and several men immediately came forward holding wooden boxes.

The Ming envoy took a look at the wooden box, his eyes flashing with contempt, and then said: "The things, the grassland king can keep them for himself. As for you, I will definitely bring them back."

The Ming envoy left without taking any tribute from Toghon Temur, which made him feel uneasy.

Altan stood behind him and asked softly, "Great Khan, what exactly does the emperor's edict mean?"

"Don't you understand this?"

Toghon Temur let out a long sigh and said, "The Emperor of the Ming Dynasty does not want to see a unified grassland."

"From now on, we can only be subjects of the Ming Dynasty."

As he spoke, a face flashed through his mind. It was the harmless smiling face of Zhu Tan, Prince of Lu.

Toghon Temur knew that if he dared to show any sign of rebellion, the harmless Ming Prince Lu would tear his intestines out.

From now on, there will be no Northern Yuan Dynasty.

……

A few days later, early in the morning, in the capital of the Ming Dynasty, Yingtian Prefecture.

The news of the incident in the northern grasslands reached Zhu Yuanzhang's ears, but he did not take it seriously.

He had already made it clear that the Northern Yuan Dynasty should be divided and ruled and provinces should be set up. These matters were handled by specific officials and he did not need to worry too much about them.

However, at the court meeting that day, his expression was still somewhat gloomy, which frightened the officials present into silence, not daring to make a sound.

Zhu Yuanzhang sat high up on the dragon throne, looking down at everything. All the actions of the officials were in his sight. Looking at these officials who were like quails, he became even more angry.

“Tang He!”

Zhu Yuanzhang spoke softly, and Tang He immediately stepped out, bowed respectfully, and said, "I am here!"

"I ordered you to arrange coastal defenses. How is it going now?"

Hearing this, Tang He was shocked.

Recently, Japanese pirates have been causing chaos in various coastal areas, and their momentum is even greater than before. Tang He has ordered to clear them up as soon as possible, but he didn't expect that the news would reach the ears of the emperor.

He didn't dare to hide this matter and spoke immediately.

"Your Majesty, although the coastal defense has been established, the activities of Japanese pirates have been frequent recently. I have ordered strict punishment. Currently..."

"Is this how you do coastal defense?"

Zhu Yuanzhang interrupted Tang He and said in a deep voice: "The report has been delivered to me!"

"Guangdong! Nanzhili! Even along the Shandong coast there are Japanese pirates causing chaos. Your coastal defense is useless!"

"The Japanese pirates are rampant, landing on our land and harming our people at will, are you just going to stand by and watch?"

Zhu Yuanzhang slammed the table in anger. The dull sound echoed in the hall. Everyone hurriedly lowered their heads, feeling frightened.

Tang He's voice trembled slightly, and he immediately kowtowed and said, "Your Majesty, I..."

"okay!"

Zhu Yuanzhang waved his hand and said in a deep voice: "Send a letter to Dongying and tell the King of Japan that if he can't control his own people, I will help him control them!"

Tang He kowtowed quickly and was about to stand up when a voice came from the side.

"Father, I feel this is inappropriate."

Tang He immediately turned his head to look at Zhu Tan next to him and made a face.

The meaning is very clear. The emperor is angry now, so as his son-in-law, you must not go against him.

But Zhu Tan seemed to have not noticed Tang He's expression. He took a step forward, knelt down and said in a deep voice: "Father, I think it's better not to issue the imperial edict to Japan."

Hearing this, Zhu Yuanzhang frowned but did not speak.

Among the civil officials, Li Shanchang slowly stepped out, knelt down and said softly: "Your Majesty, I think that issuing an edict to reprimand the King of Japan can enhance the prestige of our Ming Dynasty, and it can also..."

"What good can a few bland insults do?"

Before Li Shanchang finished speaking, Zhu Tan directly refuted: "In recent years, the imperial edicts and letters sent by the Ming Dynasty to them are not enough?"

"From the second year of Hongwu to the twenty-first year of Hongwu, my father issued the second imperial edict, repeatedly reprimanding the King of Wa and asking him to control his subjects."

"What's the result? Are there fewer Japanese pirates?"

"Then what about what His Royal Highness Prince Yilu meant?"

Li Shanchang had a slight smile on his face and looked at Zhu Tan indifferently.

Zhu Tan ignored him, but looked at Zhu Yuanzhang and said in a deep voice.

"Father, I think we should send troops directly to wipe out Japan!" (End of this chapter)