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

"And now His Majesty only needs to print one 'extra edition,' and the entire Ming Dynasty will quickly know that the Hongwu Emperor, who faked his death and came to Beiping...died in your Beiping!"

"You bald monk, do you think it will be a battle between you and the Prince of Yan? Will you be attacking His Majesty, or will the entire world unite against you and the Prince of Yan?!"

Lu Wei had always been by Zhu Yuanzhang's side, so he was more aware of the stakes than anyone else. When he saw that the monk Daoyan was actually harboring murderous intent towards his master, he immediately warned and threatened him.

Hearing the words of the master and servant.

The monk Daoyan's slightly ferocious expression suddenly froze... and his almost crazed, bloodshot eyes regained some clarity.

After about three or two breaths.

A clanging sound rang out on the ground—it was the short dagger that the monk Daoyan had hidden in his sleeve that suddenly fell out and landed on the ground.

As for the monk Daoyan... he seemed to have suddenly lost all his energy and spirit, his back hunched over, as if he had lost his vitality.

Zhu Di also came to his senses.

He realized that he was just as unwilling and anxious as the monk Daoyan, and for a moment he forgot about this backup plan...

Suddenly remembering something, he hurriedly tried to cover it up, saying, "Father... Your subject had absolutely no such intention! Father, please don't misunderstand!"

He knew, of course, that everything Lu Wei said was true.

Especially the "newspaper" that Zhu Yunwen started planning last year, has long since become the fastest network for spreading information in the Ming Dynasty! Once I do as Master Daoyan said, it won't be long before the whole world attacks me!

At that time, forget about the throne, not even a single dog in the entire Prince Yan's mansion will survive!

How could Zhu Yuanzhang not know what his son's brief hesitation meant? —Even if this rebellious son dared not truly make the decision to kill his father and usurp the throne, he had still hesitated!

Think of this.

Zhu Yuanzhang was furious. He kicked Zhu Di in the shoulder, sending him sprawling to the ground: "You unfilial son!!!"

"Your subject knows his crime!!" Zhu Di came to his senses at this moment and realized that he had hesitated for a moment, as if he were possessed. He stopped arguing, got up from the ground, and knelt down in front of Zhu Yuanzhang once again.

"Bang—" Zhu Yuanzhang kicked again.

"Your subject knows his crime and begs Your Majesty for punishment!" Zhu Di once again accepted the punishment.

"boom--"

Zhu Yuanzhang was indeed furious with this rebellious son. He kicked him several times until Zhu Di coughed up blood and his eyes were almost glazed over. Only then did he suppress his anger and stop kicking.

As the saying goes, even a tiger won't eat its cubs. Blood is thicker than water between father and son. Besides, her eldest son was gone, and her second and third sons were gone too. Even if Zhu Di had broken the law, Zhu Yuanzhang couldn't really kick this son to death.

He could only flick his sleeves and angrily curse, "You unfilial son!"

Then he turned his back.

I tried to ignore it, but my chest was still heaving violently.

Beside Zhu Di, the monk Daoyan looked at the Prince of Yan, Zhu Di, who was being kicked so hard by Zhu Yuanzhang that he was trembling on his knees, and sneered self-deprecatingly: "Ha! Hahahaha! The younger one's methods were layered upon layer, and the older one had also made thorough preparations long ago... This poor monk... has lost... lost utterly! Hahahahahaha! Come, Your Majesty Hongwu, come and take this poor monk's head!"

At this moment, the monk Daoyan became unusually calm, as if he too had come to accept life and death with equanimity.

Or rather... life and death were not important to him; winning or losing the game was a million times more important. Now that he had lost the game, he accepted it.

As for his life... Emperor Hongwu couldn't bear to part with his foolish son, so killing him would be as simple as eating and drinking.

So he simply closed his eyes, his heart filled with despair, and raised his head slightly, offering his neck for execution.

But he never expected this.

Emperor Hongwu, Miao Miao, had no intention of killing him. Instead, he smiled coldly and said, "We won't kill you. We'll keep you for our grandson. If he wants to cut off your head, he can cut off your head. If he wants to skin you, he can skin you."