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

Zhu Yunhuan waved his hand without commenting on Song Zhong's request for punishment.

Even though he felt that there was little need to let Song Zhong abuse himself.

But he knew that Song Zhong was expressing his loyalty. Every era has its own rules. If he did not agree, Song Zhong would not think that he was soft-hearted, but would feel that he had a grudge against him.

This actually reflects another point: the "power" that truly belongs to Zhu Yunhuan is becoming more and more solid step by step.

And he wants to complete the blueprint in his mind.

This is crucial.

Having reached this position, Zhu Yunhuan would not let his previous principles and morals bind his heart, and he would not, and should not, feel confused or guilty because of this.

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for your reward! I will take my leave." Thunder, lightning, rain and dew are all grace from the emperor. Song Zhong clasped his fists to express his gratitude and took his leave, then backed out of the Qianqing Palace.

Finish this matter.

As usual, Zhu Yunhuan went to the backyard to check on his precious sweet potato vines. Ma Sanbao took good care of them, and the sweet potato leaves were thicker than two days ago.

Just as he was looking at his sweet potato vines and couldn't bear to take his eyes off them.

From a distance, a young eunuch's report came from behind: "Your Majesty, Zhao Feng, the deputy commander of the Jinyiwei, requests an audience."

Zhu Yunhuan raised his eyebrows.

I knew it was probably news about the little girl named "Yu Miao".

He returned to the front hall and said calmly, "Spread it."

Although he was not sexually interested in Yu Miao, the little girl was still quite interested in her. She was smart, insightful, talented, and knowledgeable.

If she was a native, whether she was a concubine or a female official, having her in her pocket would be a very good help. A smart person only needs a little guidance and she can do everything.

"Your Majesty, I am Zhao Feng, your humble servant, here to pay my respects to you." Zhao Feng said, clasping his fists.

"How?" Zhu Yunhuan asked.

"Your Majesty, I followed you all the way and eventually arrived at a place outside the city called 'Jingyue Temple'. It is... a nunnery."

Having said this, Zhao Feng paused awkwardly.

In his opinion, His Majesty and that girl were about the same age, so why would he investigate that girl? But in the end, she ended up in a nunnery, how embarrassing.

"She lives in a nunnery?" Even Zhu Yunhuan was a little confused. Based on Yu Miao's knowledge, generally speaking, she should be a daughter of a wealthy and noble family.

"Your Majesty, that's right."

"The people below didn't dare to disturb them rashly. They found someone to sneak in and found out that Miss Yu was the daughter of an old friend of the abbot. She had been living in the nunnery for over half a month and usually only traveled around the nunnery. She appeared in Yingtian Prefecture today to buy some rouge, powder, silk and satin. They couldn't find out anything more."

"If Your Majesty wishes to get to the bottom of this..."

"I have arrested the abbot and tortured him severely."

Zhao Feng asked tentatively. He knew that His Majesty had some special feelings for that little girl, so he naturally had to get instructions before using such a method.

Zhu Yunhuan raised his eyebrows and waved his hand, saying, "Forget it, let's stop here first." At least he has ruled out 90% of the possibility, so he is not so anxious anymore.

After receiving Zhu Yunhuan's order, Zhao Feng took his leave.

At the same time, Princess Zhu Chaofang of Jiangdu appeared at the door in a light yellow palace dress. She had a pretty face, a tall and slender figure, and a generous and hearty smile on her face.

Zhu Yunhuan was the king of a country after all.

Although he had only been away from the palace for two days, he already had a lot of things on hand.

Zhu Chaofang had already informed the Qianqing Palace yesterday, so when Zhu Yunhuan returned to the Qianqing Palace, he knew that Zhu Chaofang wanted to see him for something, so he agreed to the request and directly sent someone to notify Zhu Chaofang to come over.

"Big sister." Zhu Yunhuan showed a smile on his face. In the past ten years, there were few people who truly cared for him. Half of them were the emperor and his subjects, and half were relatives.

Zhu Chaofang bowed gracefully.