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

When Zhu Di realized the unusual meaning of the newspaper in his hand, his pupils suddenly shrank and countless thoughts flashed through his mind.

"This newspaper..."

"It was compiled and printed jointly by the 'Media Department' and the 'Industry Department' established by Zhu Yunhuan. Both departments were established by Zhu Yunhuan himself. If you want to get your hands on this fifth issue of the newspaper, which hasn't even been sold in the capital yet... Father must have someone very close to Zhu Yunhuan!"

"Now he specifically called me over, seemingly to chat about family matters, about notebooks and newspapers, but in fact he wanted to tell me this!"

"And this kind of thing... Father, there's no need to tell me..."

Think of this.

Zhu Di's heart suddenly rose and his throat felt a little tight.

"Father is warning me! He has someone above him! Even though he's no longer the Hongwu Emperor, even though he's officially passed away, the power he holds hasn't been completely lost..."

Even though Zhu Di couldn't match the cultivation skills of Daoyan monk, how could someone who could become the Yongle Emperor have poor brains and political acumen? Naturally, he immediately understood his father's intentions.

A layer of cold sweat immediately broke out on his back, and even though it was frosty and snowy, the sweat soaked through his clothes.

Zhu Di pretended to be interested as he looked down at the contents of the newspaper in his hand, but in fact he was a little nervous and tilted his head slightly, subconsciously glancing at Monk Daoyan.

Master Daoyan, who was always calm, turned pale at this moment, his facial muscles twitching slightly. He obviously had not expected that Zhu Yuanzhang would call them over to talk about this matter...

Seeing this situation, Zhu Di became even more panicked.

Fortunately, as a rebellious person who had been instigating people to rebel and seize the throne from the very beginning, Monk Daoyan’s psychological quality is definitely not to be underestimated.

Noticed Zhu Di's gaze.

Monk Daoyan immediately took a deep breath to come back to his senses, and gave Zhu Di a look with forced composure, asking him to calm down for the time being and stay calm.

Although he was caught off guard by this matter, he always believed that nothing can be concluded until the end.

Moreover, the Hongwu Emperor has only expressed his thoughts and told them that he has someone in the palace, but he has not revealed his specific thoughts and ideas.

At times like this, Monk Daoyan was Zhu Di's reassurance.

Zhu Di and Monk Daoyan had been friends for many years, so he naturally understood what he meant through his eyes. He also forced himself to retract his thoughts and calm himself down.

Then he forced a smile and looked at Zhu Yuanzhang, pretending that he hadn't heard anything, and continued chatting along with Zhu Yuanzhang's words:

"Hahaha, my father is so omnipotent that he even took a fancy to newspapers that haven't been released yet. I have been waiting anxiously for them all these days."

"How about Father, could you show me the fourth issue of the newspaper? The rest is fine, but this storybook is serialized issue by issue. If I don't read the fourth issue, then I'll just read the fifth issue, which doesn't make sense."

He responds to all changes with the same attitude, saying nothing else but the book.

Zhu Yuanzhang showed a meaningful smile on his face and took out the fourth issue of the newspaper.

He said with a smile: "I heard that this storybook was written by that little bastard Zhu Yunhuan. This guy may not be good at other things, but he is a master at writing storybooks. He keeps people in suspense. If I don't see the ending, I will feel unhappy. Sometimes I even think that if he can be a stable emperor, I might as well let him continue writing the storybook for us, hehe..."

Zhu Di took the newspaper from his hand somewhat stiffly.

As I carefully pondered these seemingly ordinary words, the shock in my heart was like waves, one after another, and I couldn't calm down at all.