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

Tell the truth.

Hear the news of Zhu Yuanzhang's death.

Their first reaction was not sadness, not sorrow, not regret, but... a huge rock that had been pressing on their shoulders suddenly disappeared, and they felt relieved.

I even felt secretly happy in my heart.

——No one is holding them accountable for their past crimes, and no one will restrain them in the future.

But Zhu Yunhuan turned out to be a good person.

Tell them straight out not to do it!

"If it were anything else, it would be fine. But you let us give up this piece of profit. I'm putting in the manpower and effort, and you're still going to cut my flesh?"

In other words, this group of people has no better choice. Otherwise, one person can just spit and turn around to send someone else to the throne.

Lan Yu and Chang Sheng looked at each other and exchanged glances, seeing panic and uneasiness in each other's eyes.

They were all prepared to suffer some losses and make some sacrifices.

Firstly, Zhu Yunhuan is their blood relative, secondly, there might be other benefits to make up for it in the future, and thirdly, they really only have Zhu Yunhuan as their choice at the moment.

However, Lan Yu and Chang Sheng did not expect this.

This clever little nephew (grandnephew), who seemed to understand everything, suddenly became confused.

He actually hit the nail on the head with just one sentence...

There was a pause.

Seeing that the atmosphere wasn't right, Lan Yu could only bite the bullet and step forward, forcing an unpleasant smile to smooth things over. "Hahahaha! Too many things have happened today, and too suddenly. Yunxun, you've lost your mind, haven't you? You're just talking nonsense."

Chang Sheng also touched the back of his head awkwardly.

He echoed, "These things are for the future. Our most urgent task now is to arrange everything inside and outside the Forbidden City and ensure that everything goes smoothly tomorrow."

"We'll talk about the rest later."

"..."

On the one hand, the two were also dissatisfied with Zhu Yunhuan's "nonsense", especially Lan Yu. He had a long history of bad deeds in this regard. He had adopted hundreds or even thousands of adopted sons. It was impossible that he would not get any benefits from people calling him father, right?

But after some analysis that Ma Sanbao had conveyed to them.

Lan Yu and Chang Sheng both understood.

The most important thing now is to ensure that Zhu Yunhuan can ascend the throne smoothly.

otherwise.

No matter who takes that position, they will not have a good ending, let alone greater power, a more honorable position, or more wealth.

As for Zhu Yunhuan, at least he could be negotiated with.

Therefore, at this time they must not let other Huaixi nobles be shaken by Zhu Yunhuan's inexplicable words.

The two of them laughed.

You and I were talking to each other, trying to make amends for this matter first.

however.

The little nephew (grandson of nephew), who was as slippery as a little fox, seemed to have suddenly lost his mind at this moment.

Not only did he not appreciate their kindness at all, but he also repeated with a faint smile: "Uncle, uncle, and all the uncles, what I just said was not a joke, nor was it nonsense. Every word I said was serious."

Zhu Yunhuan had a perspective that people of this era did not have.

Of course, he knew the character of each of these people, so he had already considered the reaction of Lan Yu and other Huaixi nobles to this matter.

He wasn't too panicked by the changed looks from the crowd.

Lan Yu and Chang Sheng were still trying to smooth things over and defend Zhu Yunhuan.

He was interrupted by Zhu Yunhuan. His voice stopped abruptly, his mouth slightly open, lingering on the last word he was speaking. His whole body was a little stiff...

have to say.

They were beginning to feel a little nervous.

"Shit!"

"What the hell is this little bastard doing?"

"I'm helping you, you know that? Where the hell did all that cleverness go?!"