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

Speaking of the last sentence.

There was a sinister look in Lu's eyes.

Zhu Yunwen raised his head, and a glimmer of light seemed to rise again in his eyes: "Uncle? How...how can he protect me?"

Lu narrowed his eyes slightly.

He glanced around cautiously, and after confirming that there was indeed no one around, he lowered his voice and said, "This is Zhu Yunhuan's own stupidity."

"He hasn't even ascended the throne yet, and yet he's already been decorating the Qianqing Palace with flowers, plants, and ceramics in front of your grandfather's mourning hall, causing dissatisfaction among many officials in the court."

"So tomorrow, your great uncle will send someone to get us out of the Eastern Palace. By then, that evil bastard Zhu Yunhuan will be holding his coronation ceremony in front of the entire nation. Your great uncle will persuade the upright officials in the court to speak out before the people, and then you will come forward as a witness!"

"On the other hand, your great uncle also sent people to Qingzhou to contact the King of Qi."

"Tomorrow's coronation ceremony will definitely be chaotic!"

In a voice that only Zhu Yunwen and herself could hear, Mrs. Lu slowly comforted Zhu Yunwen, with a hint of certainty in her somewhat crazy eyes.

It’s not about how much he trusts Zhou Dexing.

But she knew that Zhou Dexing had already taken sides, and they were all in the same boat, so he had to and could only do these things!

Hearing this, Zhu Yunwen's eyes gradually brightened, but then he frowned again with some concern: "But... Mother, Lan Yu and those Huaixi roughnecks are so scary, how could my seventh uncle dare to come?"

Lu smiled and said, "Although your great-uncle hasn't been granted the title of Duke, he was, after all, the late emperor's childhood playmate. He governed Fujian for many years on his behalf, so he naturally has his own influence. The Prince of Qi is ambitious, and if he thinks your great-uncle's influence is also near Yingtian, he will come."

Zhu Yunwen looked thoughtful, and even his breathing became heavy.

He nodded immediately. "Now is not the time for war preparations. It will take time for them to mobilize troops from the garrisons around Yingtian Prefecture... There is indeed hope!"

Then he shook his head again: "But the troops from Fujian were used to deceive the King of Qi. When the time comes, we will still be suppressed by those Huaixi ruffians..."

After all, Zhu Yunwen had been studying state affairs with Zhu Yuanzhang for quite some time.

So I have some knowledge about the deployment of troops.

I immediately saw the problem.

Mrs. Lu tapped his head gently. "Silly boy, we're not going to fight those reckless men. If the coronation ceremony gets chaotic, we'll run away immediately! Run to Fujian! Didn't mother tell you? We can't take over the Ming Dynasty, but we have to survive!"

Zhu Yunwen immediately looked as if he had suddenly understood something.

Even his pale face forced a smile of having found a way out of a desperate situation: "Mom is right, then it will be done! Then let Seventh Uncle and the other uncles fight to the death with Zhu Yunhuan! Hehehe... hehehehe..."

Zhu Yunwen suppressed his voice and let out a low laugh.

Half happy and half crazy.

In the past few days, he lived in despair, unwillingness, and uncertainty, with a string in his heart always tense. Now, there is finally a result.

It's naturally difficult to calm down.

He went to Fujian because he knew there was potential for success.

Why were Japanese pirates rampant along the Fujian coast, despite the Ming Dynasty's repeated bans? Because the pirates could plunder the coastal areas when they advanced, but could simply sail out to sea when they retreated, making it impossible to eradicate them completely.

The same logic applies, as long as they really go to Fujian.

For Zhu Yunhuan or other vassal kings, the emperor was far away and could not control them.

Besides, if we stir up this mess tomorrow, who knows what kind of chaos Yingtian Prefecture will be in?

No one cares about his life or death.

This is indeed a way out!!

"Silly boy, laugh softly!" Mrs. Lu immediately covered his mouth.