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

"Because at this moment, Your Majesty represents nothing. He is just a cover to stir up the world. His Royal Highness the Prince of Yan will not be the target of public criticism. The other princes are absolutely happy to see the world being stirred up."

"in this way……"

"The Huaixi nobles committed treason, controlling the Crown Prince Zhu Yunhuan and forcing the Emperor to retire. The Emperor had no choice but to fake his own death to escape, but they still discovered his whereabouts and murdered him. Thus felled a great emperor—His Royal Highness the Prince of Yan, the Prince of Qin, the Prince of Jin, the Prince of Ning... and many other princes jointly issued a manifesto, which only stirred up this storm!"

"Only His Royal Highness Prince Yan has the chance."

Monk Daoyan patiently analyzed everything to Qiu Fu.

Although Qiu Fu was also walking slowly forward in rhythm with his pace, he was frowning and thinking deeply about what Monk Daoyan said.

Even after Monk Daoyan finished speaking.

Qiu Fu also looked dazed.

Monk Daoyan did not interrupt Qiu Fu, nor did he continue speaking. Instead, he continued to move forward at a leisurely pace, as if waiting for something.

After a long time, Qiu Fucai's eyes became stern.

He stopped and looked at the monk Daoyan beside him, his eyes filled with determination and resoluteness. He spoke word by word, "Master Daoyan, how about... I take care of this matter?"

Monk Daoyan did not show any surprise at this.

Instead, he raised a barely perceptible arc at the corner of his mouth and reminded him, "Captain Qiu, this matter is of no small importance. Even if it is accomplished, if the prince knows about it, Captain Qiu might be in trouble both inside and outside the family."

Qiu Fu said, "I have naturally considered this matter. I come from the military, and it was the prince who single-handedly promoted me. Now that you have not concealed even such an important matter from me, your kindness and trust are well deserved."

Monk Daoyan seemed to have anticipated this. He lowered his eyes calmly, clasped his hands together, and chanted a Buddhist name: "Qiu Qianhu Dayi."

Received the affirmation of Monk Daoyan.

Qiu Fu's lower eyelids trembled slightly, and murderous intent filled his eyes: "Okay! Those who accomplish great things don't care about trivial matters! If His Majesty can't make a decision on this matter, then we will do it!"

Was it intentional? Of course it was a deliberate second-hand preparation.

He knew that Qiu Fu was loyal, otherwise Zhu Di would not have trusted him so much and entrusted him with such a matter as rebellion.

So he knew it too.

After I broke down the pros and cons of the matter and explained it to him.

He would be willing to do it.

Just like Liao Yongzhong who was beside the Hongwu Emperor back then, in order to help Zhu Yuanzhang get rid of the nominal restrictions of the Little Ming King, he risked his own life and dragged the Little Ming King into the water.

How many of the superiors throughout history can be truly clean?

Having studied dragon-slaying techniques for many years, Daoyan understood this principle very well.

Seeing Qiu Fu's determined expression, Monk Daoyan said slowly, "It all depends on how the conversation between the prince and His Majesty goes. If necessary, we might have to put Captain Qiu in a difficult position."

"For His Royal Highness the Prince of Yan, I will go through fire and water without hesitation! I have no grievances. Even if the prince kills me, I will accept it!" Qiu Fu said generously.

Perhaps it was because of his loyalty and determination that he was the one with the greatest military achievements among Zhu Di in history.

Monk Daoyan nodded with satisfaction.

Seeing that Qiu Fu had been given a full dose of chicken blood and the road was almost over, he said, "I have arrived, so I will go back to Qingshou Temple first."

"Master Daoyan, please." Qiu Fu didn't realize that he had been betrayed by the monk in a matter of seconds. He still politely extended his hand to wave him in. Then, the two of them went their separate ways.

……

Zhu Yunhuan, who was far away in Yingtian Prefecture, naturally could not have predicted the undercurrents in Peking. After all, there was no trace in history of Zhu's faked death, let alone the history of the next few hundred years. Even if he had a vision that spanned 20,000 years of history, he would be helpless.