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

Chapter 87 Killing someone, but also killing your heart?

"Congratulations to Your Highness, congratulations to Your Highness!"

Inside the Wenhua Hall, Yao Guangxiao, now dressed in black, beamed with a smile.

After the prayer was completed, the old monk insisted that he was now preoccupied with national affairs and that serving Buddha would surely anger him, so he changed into a black robe.

Zhu Xiong Ying was not a Buddhist, so he did not stop her.

Surprisingly, the black robes are much more pleasing to the eye than the monk's robes.

"That old monk has sharp eyes and ears!"

Zhu Xiong Ying chuckled and waved his hand, gesturing for him to sit down.

Yao Guangxiao didn't stand on ceremony and sat down directly.

Having spent these days together, he realized that the Crown Prince was actually extremely averse to these formalities, so he naturally wouldn't bother with such a pointless activity.

"Your Highness is about to complete the first step in destroying the aristocratic families. If this old monk doesn't come to offer his congratulations, wouldn't he be missing out on this opportunity to flatter you?"

Upon hearing this, Zhu Neng, who was standing to the side, was a little confused.

Oh? So there's an opportunity to flatter someone?

On the contrary, Zhu Xiong Ying looked relaxed and comfortable.

The real pleasure comes from being praised by other smart people for their clever plans!
"The memorial demanding the execution of nine generations of a family has already been submitted to the Emperor by the Secretariat. I reckon the execution can begin tomorrow."

"The Qian family is just the beginning."

Zhu Xiong Ying smiled faintly and spoke.

If he had planned for so long just to deal with Qian Yongqin, then it would be beneath him, as the Crown Prince, to be so demeaning.

"The matter of the empty seal is like a sword; it can kill, but who to kill and where to stop requires careful consideration."

"Your Highness, please consider this!"

Yao Guangxiao was not one to blindly flatter; he also spoke up in time to dissuade him.

Zhu Xiong Ying neither confirmed nor denied these remarks, but there was a hint of regret in his eyes.

Unfortunately, he has not yet truly cultivated suitable talent; otherwise, he could use this as an excuse to completely overhaul the court, just like in the history books.

The talents in my father's mansion are quite good, but it's a bit too hasty to use them myself now.

"Old monk, tell me, is it better to kill someone or to destroy their spirit?"

Suddenly, Zhu Xiong Ying asked a question.

Yao Guangxiao smiled slightly and said, "Killing people and destroying their spirit complement each other and are indispensable."

Upon hearing this, Zhu Xiong Ying seemed to be deep in thought.

Yao Guangxiao did not disturb them, but quietly enjoyed the tea and pastries in the Wenhua Hall.

It is true that monks do not indulge in gluttony.

but.
If it's right in front of you and you don't eat it, wouldn't you be a fool?
"Send someone to inform Sister Yu'er that the candy shop can be opened."

"In addition to opening one in Yingtian Prefecture, it will also be opened in Songjiang Prefecture and Yangzhou Prefecture at the same time."

"To kill someone and destroy their spirit is too cruel! I am a kind-hearted person and cannot do such a thing."

Zhu Xiong Ying sighed deeply.

Yu Huatian accepted the order and withdrew.

Yao Guangxiao was so startled that he almost dropped the pastries in his hands. The crumbs from his mouth landed on his clothes and were quite conspicuous!

No, Your Highness, isn't this enough to wound your spirit?
If Qian Yongqin wasn't a complete idiot, he would have realized that Your Highness was behind this scheme after he learned that the Qian family's main business of icing had been seized after he was captured!
This is blatantly telling you, "I'm going to kill you and then make all your money," isn't that like killing someone by destroying their spirit?

"Your Highness is kind, Your Highness is wise!"

Yao Guangxiao was stunned because he could see through it. But this time, Zhu Neng wouldn't miss the chance to flatter him! Even someone as thick-skinned as Zhu Xiong Ying couldn't help but blush upon hearing this!
I'm killing people by destroying their spirit, and you, Zhu Neng, are trying to destroy their spirit too?
As night fell, inside Yangzhou Prefecture, Zhu Yuanzhang took off his ordinary, luxurious clothes and put on a dragon robe.

"Biao'er, our eldest grandson has done a really good job!"

"Today, as we stroll through the streets and markets, we see scholars setting up stalls to write letters for people!"

"Although the price is almost the same as sending a letter, for ordinary people, a few coins can send a letter to a distant place, which really relieves the pain of longing!"

Zhu Yuanzhang was very satisfied with today's incognito visit.

The project of building more post stations and paving roads was exactly what he wanted to do.

Zhu Yuanzhang himself was a man who valued family ties. This act allowed those far from home to remember their loved ones, and it was a great deed done for the people of the world.

"Father, I believe this move has also provided employment for many scholars, and can be considered a promotion of literary culture."

"Although Xiong Ying's actions were absurd, the fact that this matter fell into the hands of Yang Siyi, the Minister of Revenue, is truly reassuring."

Zhu Biao nodded and spoke.

These days, it's tough being a scholar!
Because there weren't many job opportunities available to scholars throughout the entire Ming Dynasty!

It is said that farming and studying are the family traditions, but ordinary people work from dawn till dusk to farm in order to make a living. Can scholars really balance farming and studying?

Nowadays, the post stations can be used to send letters, which has enabled impoverished scholars all over the world to find a job that allows them to study and work at the same time!

At worst...
It's good to practice your handwriting when writing a letter home!
"Bullshit! Yang Siyi is reassuring, but our grandson is just being reckless?"

"In my opinion, our eldest grandson is going to be praised to the skies by the people this time!"

Zhu Yuanzhang glared at Zhu Biao, clearly displeased with his 'favoritism'!

Zhu Biao simply smiled and did not offer any rebuttal.

That's how it is when you're a father; you feel a little embarrassed to say nice things about your son in front of your own father.

But.
When his own father speaks well of his son, he feels secretly pleased.

"Once we return to Yingtian from our tour, we will make every effort to promote this to every place."

“In all provinces, counties, and even townships of the Ming Dynasty, post stations must be set up! It is a matter of course that ordinary people need travel permits when they go out, but a son who has left home is still a son, and we cannot lose contact with him and make the elderly at home worry.”

Zhu Yuanzhang spoke in a deep voice.

This sentence seems to remind him of his own past.

If it weren't for the tyranny of the Yuan Dynasty, and if his family hadn't all died, there would never have been the current Ming Dynasty emperor Zhu Yuanzhang, but only an honest farmer named Zhu Chongba who stayed at home farming and spending time with his family!
As if sensing his father's feelings, Zhu Biao quickly bowed his head and agreed. At the same time, he secretly made up his mind that even when he was away on official business, he would write a letter home every day.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty!"

"A secret report from Yingtian Prefecture: Something terrible has happened!"

At this moment, a voice sounded.

Zhu Yuanzhang was reminiscing about family matters when this discouraging sound came over, truly spoiling the mood.

"What happened?"

Zhu Biao quickly spoke up, fearing that his father would kick Mao Xiang over.

Mao Xiang presented the memorial with both hands: "Your Majesty, Your Highness the Crown Prince. Qian Yongqin, the prefect of Songjiang Prefecture, has been kidnapped by bandits, but his official duties have not been delayed."

"His Highness the Crown Prince has determined that this matter involved the official seal being stamped blankly on the document!"

"The Qian family even submitted a memorial requesting a delay in their report, which enraged His Highness the Crown Prince, who then imprisoned the entire clan."

"The Secretariat has drafted a decree to execute nine generations of the family! We submit this for Your Majesty's review!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than a large hand suddenly snatched the memorial from Mao Xiang's hand.

A murderous aura suddenly burst forth!

(End of this chapter)