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

Time flies.

Early on the third day.

Monk Daoyan, dressed in a black cassock, came to Prince Yan's mansion.

I saw Monk Daoyan coming into the hall.

Zhu Di let out a long breath and looked at Monk Daoyan impatiently. He frowned as if complaining and said, "Master Daoyan, besides Beiping where I am, there is also Tongzhou next door. Just now, I received news that Huairou, not far from Beiping, also has such a kind-hearted person!"

"Something is wrong, and it's getting more and more wrong!" Zhu Di said with a serious expression, feeling somewhat at a loss.

This incident has not caused any substantial harm to him so far.

But now, three places have appeared in a row selling these cheap fabrics. How much manpower, material resources, and financial resources are needed to produce them? Why are these so-called "good people" all located within his territory? Who has such great power? ...

Focus on this matter.

It is enough to give rise to countless puzzling questions.

Qiu Fu, who was standing by, also asked anxiously, "Yes, Master Daoyan, do you have any clue? The same fabric, the same statement, there must be some connection behind them. It's so weird..."

Without waiting for Monk Daoyan to say anything.

Outside the hall, hurried footsteps could be heard again. A man in tight clothes, one of Qiu Fu's men, said, "Your Highness, Princess, Captain Qiu, news has just arrived from Daxing... cheap fabric is being sold there. The pattern and texture are similar to the fabric sold in Beiping Prefecture."

Zhu Di, Xu Miaoyun, Qiu Fu, and Monk Daoyan were all shocked.

They stared at each other with wide eyes.

Even the steady monk Daoyan had lost his usual composure.

There was silence for a moment.

Zhu Di gritted his teeth and waved his hand: "I understand, please leave."

As the footsteps faded away, Zhu Di forced himself to calm down, pursed his lips, and swallowed his saliva. "Daxing is also selling it. There are already four places selling these cheap fabrics. Even the material is exactly the same... and it's made by the same person. Why do I feel... that someone is coming for me?"

Thinking of this, a chill ran down Zhu Di's spine.

Even Monk Daoyan couldn't refute this statement, and even felt a surge of unease in his heart...

He frowned and pondered.

Seeing that Monk Daoyan seemed to be at a loss for a moment, Zhu Di suddenly became even more panicked. He took a big sip of tea with forced calmness and asked tentatively, "Master Daoyan?"

Monk Daoyan took a deep breath.

He shook his head and said truthfully, "I have no idea at the moment."

"Beiping, Tongzhou, Huairou, Daxing... it's true that Beiping Prefecture, where the prince is located, is the center. But if there really is such a person, expending unimaginable manpower, material resources, and financial resources to produce this fabric and sell it in Beiping and the surrounding areas... what could this do to the prince? And what trouble could it cause him?"

Xu Miaoyun, who was beside Zhu Di, shook his head solemnly.

"It seems that not only will it not cause any trouble to His Majesty, but it will actually benefit him. If the people live in peace and have enough food and clothing, they will have public support. It will even be beneficial to what we are planning. After all... if so much cloth falls into the hands of those poor people, who knows how many lives will be saved throughout Beiping Prefecture. These people can all become targets for future military recruitment..."

Not bad.

It seemed to be aimed at Zhu Di, but it also seemed to be all good for Zhu Di.

Is this just beating your chest with your little fists?

This is the biggest contradiction.

Even if Monk Daoyan was almost a demon with great wisdom, and Xu Miaoyun was a "female scholar", they could not have imagined that this matter was not actually aimed at Zhu Di, but at the entire Ming Dynasty.

Zhu Di was never deliberately targeted.