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

But Zhu Di was already traumatized by the previous incident. He was always afraid that Yingtian Prefecture would throw a big treasury at him when it came to this kind of bizarre and bizarre thing that he couldn't figure out. It was the same with the cheap cloth and the anthracite coal...

The room fell into silence for a moment.

After pondering to no avail, Monk Daoyan stood up with a sullen face and raised one hand to offer a Buddhist salute to Zhu Di: "Your Highness, I need to return home and think carefully about this matter. I'm afraid I'm not in the mood to play chess today, so I'll take my leave for now."

After being disturbed by this, Zhu Di naturally had no intention of continuing to play chess.

He nodded and said, "Then Master Daoyan, please be careful along the way."

Monk Daoyan nodded slightly, then couldn't help but reassure Zhu Di, "Even though this matter is suspicious, Your Highness need not worry too much. After all... the Huaixi nobles have already opened the door, and the corruption of anthracite coal throughout the Ming Dynasty is by no means an isolated incident. The national treasury will certainly suffer... These matters account for the majority of the headaches, and the new emperor and his backers will have to worry about them."

Zhu Di, who had been in a gloomy mood, indeed looked better.

Nodding, he said, "Master Daoyan, don't worry. This king knows."

"I'm leaving now." Monk Daoyan didn't say anything else. He opened the door with Monk Wude behind him and went out of the palace.

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Yingtian Prefecture, Qianqing Palace.

Zhu Yunhuan wrote his comments on the last memorial on the table, closed it and threw it aside, then stood up and stretched.

He looked at the pile of memorials on the table.

He raised his eyebrows helplessly, and grumbled to himself nonchalantly, "Old Zhu has been doing this day after day for over a decade. He's truly amazing. We should hurry up and clean up the Ming Dynasty inside and out. If we can't just be a hands-off manager, we should at least be half a hands-off manager."

The power is highly concentrated...it is a good thing, but it is too tiring for the emperor.

Just like my cheap father Zhu Biao, who said he had a cold. Who can say that his untimely death without serving as the executive vice emperor for so many years was the reason why his health was ruined?

Later on, there was also the fourth uncle, Yongzheng, who was also exhausted to death.

But given his current situation... he really doesn't dare to rely too much on others for the time being, so he can only bear it like this for now.

Thinking of this, Zhu Yunhuan's mind flashed to the wrinkled face of his cheap emperor grandfather, whom he had barely met. He rubbed his chin and grumbled, "Tsk, Old Zhu can still work until he's over 60. His physical fitness is really amazing."

Ma Sanbao, who had been serving beside him, stepped forward to sort out the memorials that had been turned into a mess by Zhu Yunhuan, and couldn't help but pull the corners of his mouth helplessly.

He didn't understand the real meaning of Zhu Yunhuan's words, but after so long, he was still not used to hearing someone call the majestic late emperor "Old Zhu", although this was also the basic operation of his master.

Of course, he was just thinking about it in his mind.

Seeing that his master had been reviewing memorials for the entire morning, he quickly found something nice to say: "The late emperor was diligent in his work, and Your Majesty has inherited his legacy. Today, the Ming Dynasty is thriving."

"A few days ago, merchants were buying up cheap cloth and anthracite. Your Majesty's strategy of adapting to changing circumstances with the same strategy was brilliant. These past few days, I've also secretly sent people to investigate the people in Yingtian Prefecture. Those who were short of food have now had food, those whose houses collapsed have had them repaired, and those who were short of clothes and charcoal have had their clothes and charcoal kept to keep them warm through the winter... Clearly, doing nothing is better than any disaster relief!"

There was joy in Ma Sanbao's voice and his face was filled with happiness.

He had followed Zhu Yunhuan all the way out of the difficult situation in the Eastern Palace. Seeing that his master had painstakingly planned for so long and that the matter had finally come to fruition, and seeing the results, he was really happy.