Daming: Grandpa Emperor, please get up and sit on my throne!

The fastest, simplest, most effective and convenient way for Zhu Yunhuan to deal with this first wave of doubts from the military generals living in Huaixi was to use glass.

"But... the fact that I can mass-produce glass must absolutely not be known to anyone! Glass is valuable in this era only because it's rare. Once it's no longer rare, it'll be just 9.9 yuan with free shipping."

"Moreover, considering the temperament of those Huaixi generals, if they knew this technique..." Zhu Yunhuan sat on the armchair, tapping the table lightly with his fingertips, and suddenly fell into deep thought.

After a moment, he seemed to think of something.

His eyes lit up, and he tapped the dragon desk lightly: "Using smelting ceramics as a pretext!"

"As an emperor, it's always okay to have some little hobbies."

"The emperor of the Zhu family could like to be a carpenter, he could like to practice Taoism, he could like to fight crickets, he could like to be a general..."

"I like smelting ceramics and tending to flowers and plants. What's wrong with that?"

Zhu Yunhuan raised his eyebrows and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

It just so happens that firing colored glaze or firing glass both require high-temperature operation, so considering that I "like to smelt ceramics", it makes sense.

The excuse of "tending flowers and plants" can also make his behavior of "planting sweet potato vines in the Qianqing Palace" seem less abrupt.

And there's another benefit to this.

Civil officials and military generals hope that the monarch will not be incompetent, but at the same time, except for those truly upright and loyal officials, many people do not like the monarch to be too shrewd.

"I had to carry out this lightning-fast coup, but I was a little too aggressive..." Zhu Yunheng said to himself with a faint smile on his face.

At the same time, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Five days later.

The central hall of the Qianqing Palace.

Zhu Yuanzhang suddenly sat up from the coffin, secretly stuck his head out to check the surrounding situation, and after making sure that all the civil and military ministers and concubines who came to pay homage at noon had left the central hall, he crawled out of the coffin.

"call……"

"Morning, noon, evening..."

“I have to come three times every day!”

"Why are your Ministry of Rites' procedures so complicated? It's so damn annoying!"

Zhu Yuanzhang looked at the Minister of Rites Ren Hengtai, who took out a vegetable basket from his sleeve, and cursed with a bit of resentment.

In the past few days.

He had to go into the coffin three times a day, which was really frustrating.

But now the palace is heavily guarded.

It was very difficult for Zhu Yuanzhang, who had given up his title of "emperor", to sneak out of the palace. Once he showed up, there would be only one outcome: he and everyone who saw him would die.

Moreover, his "body" would be visited three times a day by Zhu Yunhuan, civil and military officials, and concubines in the harem, morning, noon, and evening. Who knew if something unexpected would happen?

The safest method.

The only thing he could do was wait until the wake was over and then leave in the coffin in broad daylight.

Ren Hengtai bowed bitterly and pleaded guilty, "Your Majesty, please forgive me! The etiquette for the death of an emperor has been like this since ancient times. I can only follow the precedent. If I rashly refuse to allow the offering of sacrifices, it would seem unnatural."

He’s also pretty fucked up.

After meeting His Majesty in the Fengtian Hall during the morning court session, I have to serve His Majesty again.

It is really a fight between gods, and mortals suffer.

Zhu Yuanzhang opened the basket of vegetables with ease, hummed, and began to eat heartily: "Hurry up and arrange a date for me to bury it!"

Ren Hengtai pursed his lips.

I was speechless for a while.

This is the first time I've seen someone ask someone to bury him/herself as soon as possible.

……

After lunch.

Zhu Yuanzhang heard bursts of digging sounds coming from outside the door again.

He leaned against the window and looked through the crack toward the backyard. He couldn't help but frown and said angrily, "Playthings are ruining one's ambition!"

"Planting flowers and grass, and building a kiln in the Qianqing Palace to make porcelain... It's simply a waste of time!"

"You are an emperor!"

"There are so many memorials on the Dragon Desk, they represent the lives of all people in the world!"

"If you have the time, why don't you review a few more documents instead of coming here to play around with mud and grass? It really makes me so angry!"