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

Ren Hengtai was appointed as the Minister of Rites.

It was equivalent to receiving a special order from Zhu Yuanzhang to support Zhu Yunhuan's ascension to the throne.

He originally thought that this "Third Prince" who had been unknown for a long time might have some extraordinary abilities, which was why His Majesty was willing to fake his death and pass the throne to him. But in the past two or three months, this has been completely out of context!

"Your Majesty, this is..."

"Don't you care at all about the Ming Dynasty he conquered?"

Ren Hengtai stood silently in the crowd, looking at the slightly tense group of censors on one side and the Huaixi nobles on the other, sighing silently in his heart.

Not to mention that the new emperor will only act arbitrarily.

Now the Fengtian Hall, which should have been solemn and dignified, is filled with smoke and foul smells.

Just as he was secretly complaining in his heart with a mixture of complicated emotions, a grand, solemn and shocking drum sound was heard from the Meridian Gate Tower. Then the Meridian Gate was slowly opened, and the floor tiles of the palace gardens in the Forbidden City came into view.

The atmosphere outside the Meridian Gate was silent. Everyone entered one after another with their own thoughts, crossed the Jinshui Bridge, lined up in the square, and the civil and military officials entered the Fengtian Hall.

Waited for a moment.

Zhu Yunhuan, dressed in a dragon robe, slowly walked out from the back room, surrounded by palace servants. He held his head high and chest out, showing his usual youthful vigor, arrogance and willfulness. Without even looking at anyone, he sat down on the highest dragon throne.

At first glance, it looks quite realistic.

But who among the civil and military officials present didn't know what this seemingly respectable young emperor had done? Each and every one of them could only shake their heads slightly with flickering eyes, their faces filled with helplessness. To most people, this guy looked like a proper emperor in his dragon robes, but looking at him for even a second gave them a headache.

Of course, although he thought so in his heart, he couldn't show anything in front of others. The king is the leader of his ministers, and even if he doesn't like it, he has to shout "Long live the king" as usual.

After the ceremony, Zhu Yunhuan raised his finger casually.

Ma Sanbao, who was waiting beside him, immediately understood and said, "My Lords, I have a petition to submit!"

When Ma Sanbao's voice fell.

Someone immediately noticed the difference today. Ma Sanbao said "I have a memorial to submit", but did not add the second half of the sentence "If there is nothing else, please withdraw from the court" as usual. This eunuch is a favorite of the new emperor and is his hands, eyes, and mouth.

Could this mean...something new is going to happen today!?

According to the usual practice in the past two or three months, this is usually the case.

therefore.

There was a burst of rustling sounds in the court immediately. Although no one dared to talk or make a noise, they could not help but turn their bodies and necks, and secretly exchange glances with people they knew.

The faces of the Huaixi nobles, led by Lan Yu, were filled with fatigue, helplessness, and bitterness. "Oh! Isn't this little ancestor trying to harass us again?"

Think of this.

They dared not say anything.

But in my heart, a lot of excitement was already running through my head.

They saw the group of censors whispering to each other this morning, as if they were going to cause some trouble today. Now His Majesty has even come up with something new, and they, who are cursing on his behalf, have no chance of escaping.

The many censors on the other side were slightly stunned, and then each of them showed a different look and gaze - some were helpless, some were heartbroken, and some were excited. Look, it's time to work!

As for other court officials, they were already accustomed to this kind of operation and did not show much special emotion. After so long, they had already adopted the mentality of "I can't do anything about it, just do your own thing and don't get involved in any trouble."

Zhu Yunhuan raised his eyes and glanced at everyone.

Just as I was about to say something, someone spoke first.

"Your humble servant, Yuan Tai, has a memorial to make!" Yuan Tai, the core leader of the censors and the Right Censor-in-Chief of the Censorate, stood out and said loudly, as always: