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

Seeing Lan Yu and others leave, the taut string naturally loosened a little.

His gaze followed Zhu Yunhuan's figure, and his lower eyelid trembled slightly.

"Your dream of imperial power is over, you evil creature!"

Zhu Yuanzhang muttered to himself, and just as he was about to stand up and show himself, he happened to see Zhu Yunhuan passing by the weapon rack, and his expression hesitated for a moment...

Nothing else.

He almost forgot.

This little bastard is completely opposite to his seemingly gentle image - not long ago, this kid easily pulled his dragon head tiger force hard bow to its full bow!

Even if Lan Yu and his group of reckless men had all left the Qianqing Palace.

This kid is not to be underestimated!

Although he and Zhu Yunhuan were direct grandparents and grandsons, they had only met a few times since childhood, let alone any affection between them.

Given Zhu Yunhuan's ruthlessness, Zhu Yuanzhang had no doubt that he was capable of such heinous acts as regicide and killing his ancestors.

It’s not that Zhu Yuanzhang lacks courage or is timid.

Instead, he had to face the fact that he was at least unable to draw the bow to its full length.

If it had been ten years earlier, or if he had no worries, Zhu Yuanzhang would have rushed out and fought head-on.

But not now.

He knew he couldn't die here.

"If we really die here, Yun Wen will be like a chicken in his hands. We are no match for him at all. We have to wait!"

"Wait for tomorrow morning!"

"If he wants to announce my death, I will just show up in front of the Fengtian Palace and depose him!"

Many thoughts flashed through Zhu Yuanzhang's mind for a moment, and he immediately made up his mind and suppressed the idea of ​​showing up and punishing the criminal immediately.

Fortunately, Zhu Yuntong would never let the news of his "death" spread.

Naturally, no one would pay attention to his "corpse".

……

the other side.

Zhu Yunhuan did not look for a place to sit down.

Instead, he walked slowly around the Qianqing Palace and finally sat down behind the dragon desk in the hall.

Placed on the dragon desk.

Apart from the necessary pen holder, inkstone, rice paper, ink sticks and cinnabar sticks, there were only piles of folding papers left.

The height of the stack of folded pieces.

It was enough to completely cover Zhu Yunhuan who was sitting behind the desk.

from now on.

The one sitting here will be him...

Zhu Yunhuan looked at the pile of memorials on the Dragon Desk, sighed softly, shook his head, and murmured to himself, "The Hongwu Emperor, the first emperor to abolish the position of Prime Minister, was diligent and personally involved in everything. His reputation is well-deserved!"

Zhu Yuanzhang, sitting behind the curtain, glared at him fiercely. "So, you're planning to lose the Ming Dynasty we've fought so hard to defend? You evil creature!"

Zhu Yunhuan naturally couldn't see these.

He would have no idea that there was actually a living person inside the Qianqing Palace, staring at him from an invisible place and scolding him.

He sat on the armchair and glanced at the densely stacked memorials in front of him.

unconsciously.

My heart actually started beating faster.

Even my hands were shaking slightly unconsciously.

These memorials are not just pieces of paper or a few words, but they hold the power of life and death over the entire Ming Dynasty.

This is the emperor.

This is authority.

But with it comes great responsibility.

A casual stroke of the red ink controlled the fate of countless people, life or death, wealth or poverty... all depended on Zhu Yunhuan's thoughts.

This feeling was the first time that Zhu Yunhuan, who had lived two lives and had long since become calm and composed, had experienced.

Fortunately, this emotion soon calmed down.

Since he had fought for this position, he had already made up his mind the moment he walked out of the East Palace.