The Ming Dynasty: The most ruthless imperial grandson, Old Zhu begged me not to kill him.

Chapter 66 Uncle Twelve is also not asleep
Late at night, inside the Wenhua Hall.

"It's over! The sky is falling!"

Zhu Xiong Ying let out a wail, staring wide-eyed at the memorial on the table in front of him!

Yes, there are substitute players!

However, Zhu Xiong Ying was the Grandson of the Regent, and Liu San Wu was a stubborn man who, after reviewing all the memorials, presented them all regardless of their importance.

Although it saved a lot of 'work', Zhu Xiong Ying's laziness was still too much to bear!
Yu Huatian remained expressionless.

He naturally couldn't offer His Highness any help with matters of literature.

"Hey!"

Zhu Xiong Ying sighed deeply. So many memorials must have been incredibly damaging to a ten-year-old child!
Grandfather, if you really can't do it, just kick my father back. I can still be the regent, but can my father write this memorial?

It was from this long sigh that Zhu Xiong Ying's eyes suddenly lit up.

Yes! That's a good idea!
"Let's go! Yu Huatian, let's go to Zhongling Palace!"

Zhu Xiong Ying stood up, put her hands behind her back, and a slight smile appeared on her lips.

Half an hour later.

Inside the Zhongling Palace, all was quiet.

This place was the residence of underage princes of the Ming Dynasty, and it was divided into many palaces and mansions.

"Your Highness, the Crown Prince!"

At the entrance of the Twelfth Prince's palace, the guard was taken aback when he saw Zhu Xiong Ying, and then quickly bowed.

"Ah."

Zhu Xiong Ying nodded lightly and walked straight in.

The guard did not stop them.

Firstly, Zhu Xiong Ying is now the Grandson of the Regent, and is already a person with power.

Secondly, the twelfth prince of the family and this grandson of the crown prince have been close since childhood and often visit each other.

Although the timing isn't quite right, it's almost midnight, but family ties don't discriminate based on time!
As he approached the entrance to the sleeping quarters, Zhu Xiong Ying smiled slightly.

Is Uncle Twelfth home?

"Uncle Twelfth!"

"Are you home? Are you home? You're here, right? Uncle Twelve?"

In the darkness of night, Zhu Xiong Ying pounded on the door of the twelfth prince's bedroom, but there was no response. Even the guards at the door twitched at the corners of their mouths, but dared not utter a single word.

"boom!"

He kicked the door, startling even the dog that his twelfth uncle kept awake.

"Wang Wang Wang!"

The dog seemed to recognize Zhu Xiong Ying and barked happily.

"I didn't call you!"

"Uncle Twelfth, open the door quickly!"

"boom!"

Zhu Xiong Ying frowned and kicked again with even more force.

"hiss!"

A collective gasp filled the air as Zhu Xiong Ying grimaced, "You almost broke my big toe! Yu Huatian, it's your turn to kick the door!"

Although Yu Huatian looked embarrassed, he didn't hesitate at all and kicked the door of the bedroom open.

Zhu Xiong Ying walked straight in.

Zhu Bai slept soundly in his bedchamber.

As a prince, he was outstanding from a young age.

Besides being diligent in his studies, he also had the advantage of eating well and sleeping soundly, which even Zhu Yuanzhang praised him for many times.

People who don't have too many wicked thoughts always sleep comfortably.

Looking at her twelfth uncle's 'sleeping face', Zhu Xiong Ying couldn't help but frown. Why didn't she have such good sleep quality?

"Uncle Twelfth!" "Why are you still sleeping so soundly! It's the middle of the night, is that time to sleep?"

"You're only a few thousand days away from turning 18! How can you sleep at your age?!"

Zhu Xiong Ying spoke loudly,
Zhu Bai remained fast asleep.

"Clap clap clap!"

"Uncle Twelfth!"

"Uncle Twelfth!"

"Snapped!"

After a series of crisp sounds, Zhu Bai covered his face, looking completely bewildered: "Huh?"

Why is there such a flush on my face?

Zhu Xiong Ying straightened his clothes, which were a little disheveled from the use of force, and said calmly, "Uncle Twelfth must have a stiff neck."

Upon hearing this, Zhu Bai finally noticed Zhu Xiong Ying standing at the head of his bed and asked with a puzzled look, "Xiong Ying, why are you so late?"

As he spoke, he rubbed his face again, feeling that it was a little swollen.

Can a stiff neck cause a swollen face? Looks like I'll have to get a better pillow tomorrow.

"U.A., what brings you here?"

Zhu Bai asked.

Zhu Xiong Ying chuckled: "Uncle Twelfth is very learned and must know many anecdotes about famous people. It is said that the great Song Dynasty writer Su Shi and his friend Zhang Huaimin, in their leisure time, would stroll around the courtyard, which became a famous story."

"Today, you and I, uncle and nephew, are in the same boat!"

"Uncle Twelfth is also not asleep. Shall we take a walk in the courtyard together?"

Upon hearing this, Zhu Bai even wondered if his stiff neck from sleeping in the wrong place had caused the problem with his ears!

I'm not asleep?

I was sleeping soundly! You clearly interrupted me halfway through my sleep!
The Song Dynasty poets Su Shi and Zhang Huaimin couldn't sleep because they were exiled, but I'm a prince, with good food and drink, why would I have trouble sleeping?
"U.A., it's so late at night, I'm afraid..."

Zhu Bai looked troubled; he really wanted to refuse outright!

however,
Zhu Xiong Ying remained unfazed, pulling a small seal from his robes—undoubtedly Zhu Yuanzhang's personal seal. (The emperor possessed many seals, not just the Imperial Seal of the State.)
"On behalf of my imperial grandfather, I extend my greetings to my twelfth uncle."

Upon hearing this, Zhu Bai's lips twitched, and he quickly forced a smile and stood up: "The night is deep, a perfect time for a stroll! How could I refuse Xiong Ying's refined taste?"

"Wait a moment, change your clothes, and then you and I, uncle and nephew, will walk in the courtyard!"

Just kidding, pulling out his father's seal clearly means he's going to complain to his father!

Zhu Bai is younger than Zhu Xiong Ying, but that doesn't mean he's more favored!

Seeing that his twelfth uncle was so enlightened, Zhu Xiong Ying smiled with satisfaction and turned to walk outside.

Zhu Bai looked bitter and could only hurriedly put on his clothes.

What's wrong with this nephew?!
Waking up in the middle of the night and being forced to go for a walk? Zhu Bai would rather suffer in his second and third brothers' military camps!

The uncle and nephew strolled within the palace grounds. Zhu Bai's eyelids were drooping, but he still had to pretend to be in high spirits, thinking that "a walk with my nephew is surely a wonderful thing."

only.
As I walked along, something felt off!
How did I end up in the Wenhua Hall?
“U.A., this…”

Seeing that Zhu Xiong Ying still intended to go further inside, Zhu Bai hesitated for a moment.

Wenhua Hall.
He had a bad feeling!

"What's wrong? Uncle Twelfth, you're not in the mood again today?"

Zhu Xiong Ying frowned, and reached into his robes as if to pull out the small seal: "On behalf of my grandfather, I beseech my twelfth uncle..."

Upon hearing this, Zhu Bai quickly replied, "No, no, let's go inside quickly! I'm in a great mood today!"

After saying that, he wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Even though Zhu Bai had studied poetry and literature for a long time and matured earlier than his peers, he was still a little overwhelmed by his nephew's antics.
Upon entering the Wenhua Hall, Zhu Bai's lips twitched suddenly.

On the desk lay a mountain of memorials.

A feeling of unease instantly welled up in my heart.

"Uncle Twelfth, now that you're here, I'll leave the matter of the memorial to you!"

Zhu Xiong Ying's smile was cunning!
(End of this chapter)