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

"In another two or three years, I'll train all the Ming soldiers into elite troops. Then, I'll march north to destroy their nation and exterminate their race, and then..."

Drinking and talking at the same time.

The group put aside the previous incident and started chatting.

……

At the same time on the other side.

Zhan Hui, Fu Youwen, Yuan Tai, and Xia Yuanji retreated to their rooms, then snorted in anger. Yuan Tai finally managed to say what he had been holding back for a long time: "Hmph! So arrogant! Let's see how long you can keep this up!"

Fu Youwen slowly took a sip of water.

While stroking his beard, he said calmly, "Master Yuan, why are you so angry? If you knew nothing, it would be fine, but you and I both know how arrogant they are now, and sooner or later, we will have to pay them back double."

"It's only a matter of time. Why are you so anxious?"

As he spoke, the expression on Fu Youwen's face seemed particularly relaxed and comfortable.

The Huaixi nobles felt that they were in the atmosphere.

Fu Youwen and the others thought: Sorry, I happen to be here too!

The Huaixi nobles felt proud.

Don't they feel proud too? -- Before, they worried about the affairs of the Huaixi nobles every day, but now they look at them and think they are just clowns.

Zhan Hui also responded with a smile, "Exactly! They now all think they are completely invincible. They have the merit of founding the country, and they have the merit of following the current emperor. In the future, they will also contribute to the expansion of the territory. Even the emperor has to respect them."

"But the more they think this way, the more they realize, three to five years from now, that the hearts of the people and the soldiers in the camp have all rallied around Your Majesty... At that time, they will become even more interesting!"

Fu Youwen shook his head and sneered, pointing at Zhan Hui and saying, "Master Zhan, you have always been a mean and evil person! Hehehehehehe!"

Zhan Hui raised his eyebrows calmly.

He said righteously, "What a wicked fellow! Sir Fu, please don't spit bloody words at me! I was only actively cooperating with His Majesty's plan!"

Xia Yuanji stepped forward to smooth things over: "You two are both loyal and devoted to the country. No matter what you do, you always think of the Ming Dynasty and Your Majesty."

Fu Youwen and Zhan Hui rolled their eyes at each other.

Only then did he stop talking.

As the others chatted and joked, Yuan Tai's temper finally subsided. His expression calmed down a bit, his lower eyelids trembling slightly, his gaze firm. "That's absolutely right. I'll just watch them laugh for a while! I'll have a say in three to five years!"

And he hadn't finished speaking yet.

Then, from the lobby outside, a loud bang of a gavel was heard: "Pa--"

Anyone who often listens to books or newspapers knows this.

The storyteller is starting to set the pace, or in other words, he is about to start reading the newspaper!

Yuan Tai glanced at the sky, his eyes becoming especially bright. He said expectantly, "It's already 9:00 PM. This extra edition of the newspaper should have arrived!"

The other three also put away their joking expressions and became serious.

They all walked towards the window.

The lobby of Zuiyue Tower.

On the high platform.

On the armchair behind the long table, the old man who was responsible for storytelling in Zuiyue Tower had already sat down, holding the gavel and dressed neatly.

And there was a noisy crowd below the stage.

After the loud sound of his gavel, it was like the tide receding.

Everyone stared intently at the old man telling the story on the stage, eagerly waiting to hear a shocking news.

They felt... that there was a high probability that the current emperor was going to start playing some tricks again!

In the eyes of everyone.

A newspaper that was thinner than a regular periodical was solemnly and respectfully brought to the platform by a servant and placed in front of the old storyteller.