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

"You go back first, and leave Zhao Feng to accompany me. I'm going to take a walk around Yingtian Prefecture." When they were approaching the city gate, Zhu Yunhuan said on a whim.

Speaking of which, he has been in this era for such a long time, but has never been out for a walk. Although he has no worries and restrictions after becoming emperor, the things on hand seem to be endless.

Since the morning court had been cancelled and there was nothing particularly urgent at the moment, Zhu Yunhuan became interested.

It's not a temporary impulse.

Rather, if a person occupies a high position and stays there for a long time, his ears will be blocked and his eyes will be blinded over time.

Now, he could only learn about the intelligence of the entire Ming Dynasty, including the situation in Yingtian Prefecture, indirectly from the memorials and words of ministers and the reports of the Embroidered Uniform Guard. However, he knew that many things had to be seen with his own eyes to get the truest view.

Not to mention other places, today I happen to take a look at the Gyeonggi area.

"Your Majesty, this..."

Some people were a little hesitant. After all, it was the emperor's personal carriage and it should not be treated lightly.

But he was interrupted by Zhu Yunhuan coldly: "Hunting has ruined my fun, and now you want to spoil it again? Get lost."

Zhu Yunhuan's voice was not very harsh, but it immediately made everyone dare not make any sound.

The supremacy of imperial power is an irresistible truth unless it involves real political struggles. He has made great use of this fact over the past period of time.

Get rid of the huge guard of honor.

Zhu Yunhuan walked into Yingtian Prefecture with Zhao Feng, a newly promoted Jinyiwei commander.

Although people's livelihood will be somewhat impoverished in this era.

But within Yingtian Prefecture.

The Imperial City of the Ming Dynasty.

At the feet of the emperor.

Most of what you see is a bustling scene. The streets are lined with all kinds of small rugs. The ears are filled with the shouts of people selling goods and children playing in the bustling market.

Zhu Yunhuan felt as if he had suddenly been transported from a high and cold position to the most simple atmosphere of everyday life. Although the streets were bustling with activity, Zhu Yunhuan felt an inexplicable sense of tranquility in his heart.

Zhu Yunhuan put his hands behind his back, held his head high and strode forward, walking with great interest, a faint smile on his face, and was in a very good mood.

However, just after walking past a few stalls, I felt a faint sensation of "being hit by something" in my chest.

Without waiting for Zhu Yunhuan to see what happened.

Then a childish yet slightly cold voice came, sounding slightly displeased, and asked, "Young Master, don't you even look at the road when you walk?"

Zhu Yunhuan looked down following the sound.

She was a little girl about 1.5 meters tall, with her head just below her neck. She was wearing a rather luxurious crescent-white silk dress.

The little girl's fair and tender face was slightly puffed up, and she was rubbing her forehead with her hands with a hint of anger.

"Be bold!"

"Why don't you know to avoid my family...Young Master?"

Zhao Feng, the assistant commander who was half a body length behind Zhu Yunhuan, immediately shouted and almost revealed his name in a moment of hasty words.

The little girl looks like she is only twelve or thirteen years old.

But his words and actions were not false at all. He immediately turned around and accused me, "I avoided you? There are pedestrians everywhere in this place. There is no way forward. I had already stopped, but you just kept your head held high and rushed forward without paying any attention to anyone."

"Why do you blame others for not giving way?"

"How dare you! I don't know who you are, but you are so unreasonable."

The little girl was probably annoyed by Zhao Feng's arrogance, and her face became even more sullen. However, she was small, and her well-founded anger made her look even more adorable.

Zhu Yunhuan raised his eyebrows but said nothing. It was indeed his habit to walk with his head held high and strides forward in his daily life. Others would give way to him but he would never give way to others. It had become a habit and that was why he bumped into the girl.