Chapter 2: The Emperor's Brother-in-Law
In the second year of the Hongwu reign, Zhu Yuanzhang and Ma Xiuying posthumously honored Ma Taigong with the title Prince of Xu and built a shrine on the eastern side of the ancestral temple. At that time, Ma Xiuying personally enshrined the spirit tablet.
To the north of Jiagou Town, nestled between Fengshan Mountain on the left and Guishan Mountain on the right in Suzhou, lies a mausoleum—this is the tomb of the Prince of Xu. However, currently, the area is merely fenced off, with no tomb or temple constructed yet.
At this moment, inside a post station, a gaunt young man anxiously feeds a skinny, bony donkey.
“Eat, all you do is eat! We're both in deep trouble now!”
The lean donkey lifted its head and brayed twice proudly before resuming its hearty meal.
“I’m not the empress’s half-brother by the same father; there’s no escaping the fate of being flayed and dismembered—perhaps even being cut into a thousand pieces. You’re doomed too, destined to become donkey meat in a fire-baked bun! Dragon meat from the heavens, donkey meat on earth, got it?”
Ignoring the warning, the donkey continued to feast on the rare delicious fodder.
Ma Xun’s worry deepened. “How did that old man end up as the empress’s father? Wasn’t it said that the empress had no siblings? The old man fled in exile, carrying a murder case on his back, yet still had the heart to marry and have children?”
The thought made Ma Xun even more uneasy—his brother-in-law might actually be the Hongwu Emperor!
Patting the donkey, named Wangcai, on the head, Ma Xun sighed deeply. “Hey, if the old man truly is the Prince of Xu, would the empress recognize me as her half-brother? If she did, could there be a chance I’d be granted a noble title or military rank?”
He shook his head immediately. “Unlikely. She’s a virtuous empress. I have no merits and am only a half-brother—a bastard, to be blunt. It’s already fortunate if she acknowledges me; how could I expect an official position?”
Still, he thought it wasn’t entirely impossible—after all, in those times, concubines or secondary wives were not so frowned upon, especially if they were not kept in separate residences.
“You know, ancient times were really something. People couldn’t just be buried anywhere after death. Mountains and lands had their owners. No wonder the emperor granted Liu Jizu the title of Righteous and Benevolent Marquis.”
If only he had quietly found a place to bury the old man—like fallen leaves returning to their roots. But now, it was too late; he was directly caught up in it!
If his identity were recognized, that would be one thing. But if not—it would be worse than death!
Even while feeding the donkey, a few guards with swords stood not far off. Dressed in decent clothes, and well-fed these past few days, yet who could say if this was their last supper!
Suddenly, a burly, broad-shouldered middle-aged man with thick eyebrows and deep-set eyes strode into the post station.
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