Chongzhen was truly miserable!
He had once again been beaten into a pig's head.
But as they left the research institute and returned to the Time and Space Administration, they found a new group of people wearing dragon robes.
Seeing these individuals, Nurhaci felt a sense of familiarity with two figures among them.
As he approached, he instantly exploded in fury.
"Damn it!"
"Dorgon! Hong Taiji, you two rebellious sons!"
"You made me take a beating for you!"
"Today, I'll beat you to death!"
Before his words had even finished, he had already swung his fists.
Dorgon and Hong Taiji, who had just been tied up in sacks by the Skyfire Army and brought back, were bewildered. They hadn't even figured out what was going on when they saw their long-dead father appear before them.
Even more preposterous was that their father's greeting was something they were completely unprepared for.
"Bang!"
Nurhaci's punch landed squarely on Hong Taiji's face, followed by a kick to Dorgon's groin.
"Ouch..."
The brothers instantly cried out in pain, but Nurhaci showed no intention of holding back.
However much he had been beaten by Zhu Yuanzhang, Liu Bang, and the others, his resentment was now just as immense!
Entering the Central Plains was a matter of immense honor for them Jurchens.
But damn it, he hadn't enjoyed a single day of that honor, only to be blamed by his sons?
A father beating his son was only natural, and Hong Taiji and Dorgon dared not evade, only enduring the blows.
Meanwhile, Zhu Yuanzhang on the other side also spotted a familiar figure.
Zhu Di!
He walked over to Zhu Di casually and said meaningfully.
"Fourth son, I heard you rebelled against your nephew?"
Upon hearing that familiar and long-lost voice, Zhu Di's body trembled. He abruptly turned his head and found that the person was his own father!
"Fat-, Fat-, Father Emperor?"
That majestic figure, that long face like a donkey's shoe, who else could it be but his own father?!
"Plop!"
He decisively knelt down.
"Your unfilial son Zhu Di pays his respects to Father Emperor!"
Having been bound by the Skyfire Army all this way and witnessed so many unbelievable things, seeing his father now filled him with both joy and fear.
Zhu Yuanzhang appraised him from head to toe and suddenly kicked him.
Zhu Di was hit solidly and rolled on the ground like a gourd for two turns.
After getting up, he crawled back to Zhu Yuanzhang on his knees.
The dignified Yongle Emperor had lost all his majesty in front of this father.
Usurping his nephew's throne was, after all, a rather inglorious affair!
They say grandparents dote on their grandchildren, and this old man of his family was even more so!
Zhu Yuanzhang squatted down, and the brick once again slipped out from his sleeve.
"Bang!"
This brick strike landed squarely on Zhu Di's right cheek, and blood and snot mixed together, gushing out.
Zhu Di only let out a muffled groan, not daring to cry out in pain, and even turned his left cheek.
"Please, Father Emperor, allow your son to explain!"
"Bang!"
Zhu Yuanzhang did not hesitate, and another brick strike landed on Zhu Di's left cheek.
After administering these two blows, he then casually tossed the brick far away.
Pointing at Zhu Di's nose, he cursed, "You dog-like thing!"
"You think I'm hitting you because you rebelled against Jianwen?"
"Nonsense!"
"I'm hitting you because you repeatedly led northern expeditions to prove yourself!"
"I've heard everything about you!"
"The first two northern expeditions were due to circumstances beyond your control, and I understand!"
"But what about the subsequent three?"
"It was just minor enemy incursions, and you still had to lead the imperial expedition yourself!"
"What, trying to show off how capable you are?"
Zhu Di was utterly confused: ...
What northern expeditions?
I've only personally led expeditions to the north twice so far?
But then he understood; this must have been done by another version of himself from another world!
Even so, Zhu Yuanzhang's final words struck a chord in his heart.
He had ascended the throne by rebelling against his nephew, a fact that tainted his legitimacy.
Therefore, he was even more concerned about others' evaluations of him.
Thus, he needed to prove himself through civil and military achievements!
Meanwhile, Zhao Kuangyin, although he hadn't seen his sons, had heard a few names from others.
Zhao Ji!
Zhao Huan!
Zhao Gou!
The three protagonists of the Jingkang Incident!
Hearing these three names, he almost shattered his own teeth. He quietly moved aside, picked up the brick that Zhu Yuanzhang had discarded, sneaked behind Zhao Gou, and swung the brick down.
"You scoundrel, I'll beat you to death, you prodigal son!"
Zhao Gou fell to the ground. Before Zhao Ji and Zhao Huan, who were standing with him, could react, Zhao Kuangyin had already lunged at them.
Damn it!
He had so many fierce generals under his command, yet he listened to the words of treacherous officials and lost the vast territory of the Song Dynasty!
You all deserve to die!
Looking at Genghis Khan, he was also busy at this moment.
However, he wasn't busy alone; he had also called Kublai Khan along.
The emperors of the late Yuan dynasty were being beaten to a pulp by the father and son duo.
Qin Shi Huang had also found Huhai among the crowd. His disappointment at his son's lack of ambition was even greater than Zhao Kuangyin's; he directly grabbed a chair and smashed it at him.
Wang Xuance heard the news and rushed over with his men immediately.
Although these beaten emperors deserved whatever they got, and he couldn't interfere with a father beating his son, he couldn't allow any lives to be lost here.
With the relocation ceremony imminent, the Retired Emperor was counting on these people to showcase the prosperity of the Tang Dynasty!
If they died, wouldn't the audience be reduced?
He, along with a group of Skyfire soldiers, struggled with all their might and finally managed to quell the chaotic scene.
But as soon as he left, the fighting resumed immediately!
As more emperors were brought back in sacks, the situation became increasingly chaotic.
If he and the Skyfire Army let their guard down even slightly, those ancestors would start beating their descendants again, and even the garden walls were being dismantled by over a meter by these ancestors!
Those bricks had become their most favored family heirloom!
Beating sons with bricks, what a pleasure!