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

The three of them were panting, their chests heaving violently, and they looked at each other for a moment.

"He...he didn't kill us! The Huaixi nobles didn't do anything either!"

"We've really left the Qianqing Palace! We've even left the Imperial Palace!"

"why?"

In the depressing atmosphere, Fu Youwen couldn't help but broke the silence.

He frowned, and both his eyes and expression were filled with disbelief.

Zhan Hui and Liu Sanwu were also confused. They never thought that they could really walk out of the palace alive.

"Then let's..."

Fu Youwen pursed his lips and swallowed his saliva. He felt his head was a mess and he was completely at a loss.

Zhan Hui pondered for a moment, as if recalling something.

After a pause, he raised his head and said with a determined look: "Look at what those bad Xiwu generals are doing!"

Fu Youwen narrowed his eyes slightly: "What do you mean...?"

Liu Sanwu took a deep breath, and after being reminded by Zhan Hui, he belatedly said, "Do you think he really has the means to suppress those Huaixi generals?"

Fu Youwen subconsciously shook his head: "How is that possible?"

People's inherent cognition and stereotypes are terrible.

It is precisely for this reason that they never believed this statement at all, and these three important figures in the court were frightened so much.

"Otherwise, how do you explain why we are still alive?" Liu Sanwu nodded, agreeing with Zhan Hui's opinion.

The three of them exchanged glances in silence.

A tacit understanding was reached.

"Alright! Let's see what this Third Prince of the Eastern Palace is capable of!"

early morning.

A faint hint of paleness appeared in the distant sky.

The sky also turned dark blue.

"Your Highness?"

"Your Highness? It's time."

Half asleep, Zhu Yunhuan heard the familiar voice of Ma Sanbao.

He slowly opened his eyes.

I came back to my senses immediately.

So much happened on that first night.

The next day he had to confront all the civil and military officials in the court. Even though he was already 80% to 90% confident, it was impossible for him to completely relax.

So Zhu Yunhuan was just leaning on the desk to rest his mind, and it couldn't be considered that he was sleeping soundly.

He stood up.

Looking out through the clear paper on the window, it was no longer pitch black outside, but had a hint of light.

"It's already the second quarter of the first lunar month (around 3:30), Your Highness." Ma Sanbao reminded accurately.

The morning court in ancient times was different from modern work, where you could sleep until dawn.

Zhu Yuanzhang was also a famous emperor for his diligence. His morning court session would start on time at 3:30 pm (Yinshi).

So Zhu Yunhuan specifically instructed Ma Sanbao to remind him at this time.

Zhu Yunhuan stood up, stretched, and yawned to relieve his fatigue.

He couldn't help but secretly complain in his heart: "Being an emperor is not an easy job..."

But he also understands.

If you want to wear a crown, you must bear its weight.

Since he is fighting for this position and standing at a perspective that no one in this era can see, these things are not worth worrying about.

"Your Highness seems to have not slept well. Did you have a nightmare?" Perhaps thinking that Zhu Yunhuan was a little nervous, Ma Sanbao asked. Although the two of them were master and servant, they had a special friendship.

Zhu Yunhuan was slightly stunned, remembering the quick tour he had taken while half asleep and half awake.

After a moment's silence, he smiled.

Said: "It's not a nightmare, I just dreamed of some interesting things."

"I dreamed of a scene over two hundred years from now, a scene over five hundred years from now, a scene over seven hundred years from now..."

Perhaps I will soon be truly caught up in the torrent of history.

So I subconsciously think of many things, many things in the torrent of time from ancient times to the present and even in the future, and I put them into my dreams.

Ma Sanbao chuckled, "Your Highness, you're joking. Who can predict what will happen hundreds of years from now? However... as long as Your Highness is here, the Ming Dynasty will surely last for thousands of years."