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

After all, Zhu Di was born into a royal family.

Unlike Zhu Yuanzhang and Monk Daoyan, who had a lot of contact with the common people, he had no idea of ​​the true meaning of this newspaper.

In his opinion.

This was probably the result of the person behind the Huaixi nobles spending a lot of money to create a story for the new emperor that "the new emperor ascended the throne and auspicious signs appeared in the world."

Some of the content is even quite vulgar.

However, Monk Daoyan carefully took the newspaper, tucked it into his sleeve, and said, "I still feel... this newspaper is not that simple. But I can't put my finger on what's wrong right now. I need to go back and think about it carefully."

now.

Monk Daoyan's expression became more serious.

Zhu Di said indifferently, "Then give this newspaper to Master Daoyan."

Daoyan said nothing more, but just raised one hand and bowed slightly to say goodbye, then turned around and left slowly towards the gate of the palace.

……

Taiyuan, Prince Jin’s Palace.

"Are the people sent by that kid still digging?" Zhu Gang, dressed in military uniform, sat high on the main seat in the mansion. He slowly took a sip of tea and looked at the chief secretary Long Han next to him and asked.

In recent times.

He is in a good mood.

He was a little sad to hear his father Zhu Yuanzhang had passed away, but he was even more angry because along with this news came an imperial edict! An imperial edict from the new emperor!

The group of unruly Huaixi nobles in Yingtian Prefecture actually took advantage of this opportunity to help that good-for-nothing from the Eastern Palace ascend the throne, and at the same time arrogantly issued an imperial decree to him, forbidding him to go to Beijing for the funeral!

He was stationed in Taiyuan and controlled the Shanxi area.

He thought it was no exaggeration to say that he was the strongest among the princes, and he had made outstanding military achievements over the years. How could he tolerate such humiliation?

He turned around and led his troops to Yingtian Prefecture.

However, halfway through his journey, he received a secret message from the fourth prince Zhu Di, asking him not to act rashly and to wait for the next day.

After hearing the analysis from his chief secretary Long Han, and thinking about it carefully himself, Zhu Gang slapped his thigh and thought: Well, what the fourth brother said does make sense!

So Zhu Gang reined in his horse and turned back to Taiyuan Prefecture.

Even.

The more I think about it, the happier I feel.

What kind of person is the new emperor? He is criticized by censors every now and then.

What kind of character did the Huaixi nobles have? Zhu Gang had fought alongside those arrogant and powerful generals many times, so he knew them all too well—arrogance, greed, and tyranny.

By then, all the princes in the world will rebel.

Who should own this throne?

The second one, Zhu Chong?

That can't be done.

That guy is a brainless man with a violent temper. Not to mention the people in his fiefdom, he is not polite at all even to the people in his own house.

Isn't it easy to kill him?

Who will be the next emperor? It can only be him, Prince Jin, Zhu Gang!

and so.

After the initial sadness over his father's death and the anger over the sudden rise of the young emperor to the throne in Yingtian Prefecture subsided, Zhu Gang was left with only a good mood.

Especially lately.

He also heard that the little emperor had sent people to Shanxi to dig coal!

Although Zhu Yunhuan asked Song Zhong to come to Shanxi to mine coal in secret, this matter was carried out in Shanxi after all, and the scale was definitely not small. In any case, it could not escape the eyes of Zhu Gang, who controlled the entire Shanxi.

"Your Highness, yes."

"The people sent by the new emperor are even expanding the scale of recruiting migrant workers, and they show no intention of stopping."

Beside Zhu Gang, the chief secretary Long Han, who was dressed in a Confucian robe, bowed and replied.

Upon hearing this, Zhu Gang laughed out loud with a delighted look on his face: "Hahahaha! Great news! Let him dig! Dig as much as he wants! Hahahaha! Spending so much money digging coal just to make ceramics? This is another handle!"

Considering that Zhu Yunhuan had started making clay and firing porcelain in the Qianqing Palace during the period when Zhu Yuanzhang's body was lying in state, Zhu Gang naturally subconsciously had the same idea as Ma Sanbao and Song Zhong.

Therefore, Zhu Gang was happy to see Zhu Yunhuan's action.

Instead, they were worried that Zhu Yunhuan had not dug enough.

after all.

The more Zhu Yunhuan dug, the more silver he spent.

How much tax revenue does the country have?

Although he wasn't entirely clear on the details, he did know one thing: his father was always worried about having no money to spend. Whenever he went to the capital to attend a court meeting, he would most likely encounter the six ministries arguing fiercely over where to spend the money...

This is how Zhu Yunhuan used it.

The dynasty will collapse sooner or later.

The day when the princes of the world will rise up and attack is getting closer.

"That's exactly why. When the time comes, the whole world will criticize the new emperor. Spending a large amount of money on coal mining will be another crime. So, Your Highness, Prince Jin, there's really no need to rush."

Long Han, the chief secretary, also echoed with a smile.

Seeing that his prince had finally figured out the interests involved and finally stopped shouting about attacking Yingtian Prefecture directly, he was relieved.

But at the same time, he had another worry in his heart: "On the contrary..."

"On the contrary what?" Zhu Gang asked after taking a sip of tea.

"Should Your Highness Prince Jin be on guard against some things?" Long Han asked tentatively.

Zhu Gang sneered and said nonchalantly, "My second brother is a fool, not a concern. Among all the princes in the world, I have the most troops at my disposal. Who can match me?"

Long Tan pursed his lips and could only keep quiet. After all, there was nothing wrong with what his own prince said. However, he still felt like he was being stabbed in the back.

……

The words are divided into two parts.

The princes of the world each have their own thoughts.

Back in the Qianqing Palace in Yingtian Prefecture, Zhu Yunhuan stood in the backyard and watched the sweet potato vines he had planted with his own hands grow into a small cluster of green leaves. He was in a very good mood.

At this moment, the eunuch's voice came from behind: "Your Majesty, someone from the Industry Department is here to invite Your Majesty."