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

However, such people treat the common people like ants and have no mercy on them.

He is the person who should never sit on the dragon throne!

If it was someone else, Zhu Yuanzhang would make his death more miserable than anyone else's.

but.

Zhu Yunhuan was his grandson after all.

He is also the descendant of Zhu Yuanzhang's only beloved son, Zhu Biao...

As for Lan Yu and his group.

Damn it all! Damn it!

Zhu Yuanzhang took a deep breath secretly and calmed himself down for the time being.

Then his eyes turned.

He looked at Zhu Yunwen, who had been knocked unconscious by Zhu Yunhuan's knife and was lying on the ground.

All of a sudden, I felt that Zhu Yunwen was handsome and looked a thousand times more pleasing to the eye.

"Although his talent is a bit mediocre, Yun Wen is ultimately our only choice."

It seems like I have experienced great ups and downs.

Zhu Yuanzhang looked much more tired both in his expression and in his eyes.

Since Zhu Biao's death.

Zhu Yuanzhang was simultaneously suffering from the pain of losing his son and worrying about the future of the Ming Dynasty.

Tonight's experience.

It was as if he had been walking alone in the darkness for a long time, and suddenly saw a strong light, but this light only lasted for a moment and then disappeared immediately.

He still wandered in darkness and gloom.

Even though she had already made up her mind about Zhu Yunwen.

Zhu Yuanzhang's eyes were still filled with loneliness and regret.

"Alas... I thought it was God's mercy, but what a pity! How can God show me so much mercy? This is simply a sin!"

"After all, we can't find anyone who can compare to Shang Biaoer."

"Biao'er, you said your son is good in every way, so why hasn't he learned your kindness and compassion?"

“What a curse…”

Zhu Yuanzhang sat on the edge of the bed in a daze, sighing secretly.

……

at the same time.

On the other side of the curtain, the atmosphere is completely different.

The Huaixi nobles, led by Lan Yu, were all in high spirits, rubbing their hands and eager to try.

after all.

After Zhu Yunhuan's arrangement.

This matter seemed to suddenly become simple, and it seemed that... success was waving at them ahead.

Of course, what is more important is greater power, status and wealth in the future!

"Since His Majesty has arranged everything, then we will act accordingly. I, your humble servant, would like to congratulate His Majesty in advance on your ascension to the throne!"

"Congratulations, Your Majesty!"

"I will go through fire and water for Your Majesty!"

"..."

Zhu Yunhuan arranged everything and the two sides reached a tacit understanding and consensus.

Many Huaixi nobles saluted Zhu Yunhuan one after another and prepared to say goodbye and leave.

Some people had already started to congratulate and express their loyalty in advance, and even started to address Zhu Yunhuan as "Your Majesty".

Everything that needs to be arranged has been almost completed.

Zhu Yunhuan bowed in return, "Uncle, uncle, and all the uncles, thank you for your help! I will be counting on you for tomorrow's morning court session. I will never forget your kindness!"

After some greetings.

Lan Yu and others walked lightly and left the Qianqing Palace one after another.

Lu and Zhu Yunwen, mother and son, were also knocked unconscious by Zhu Yunhuan.

So they carried him out. After he was out, Lan Yu naturally arranged for his confidants to secretly send him back to the East Palace, and then assigned people to guard and control him closely.

Zhu Yunhuan stood at the gate of the Qianqing Palace, tall and straight, with his back straight and his hands behind his back, watching the night people disappear into the vast night outside.

He looked up at the sky.

The corners of his mouth, which had always been holding a humble smile, slowly fell.

After pondering for a moment.

Zhu Yunhuan took a step back and closed the vermilion lacquered door of the Qianqing Palace again.

When the vermilion lacquered door was closed with a creaky sound.

The entire Qianqing Palace fell into deathly silence again. Only the candles in the hall were still flickering happily, and finally returned to calm.

Behind the curtain.

Zhu Yuanzhang slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

Although Zhu Yuanzhang had never been afraid of anything, he could not die, at least not here tonight.