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

"Master Daoyan, I'm afraid today... the force coming is quite strong." Zhu Di paused, took a deep breath, and stopped, saying with a heavy face.

Ever since his father came to Peking, Zhu Di had met him many times, both openly and through tricks... Even his father had long understood his thoughts, so he was not nervous.

However, this time Lu Wei not only called him by name, but also called Monk Daoyan... This was a bit confusing.

Logically speaking.

Monk Daoyan was just a chief monk... not a very important person.

But first he sent an undercover agent to spy on him, and then he specifically summoned him to see him... It would be fine if it happened once, but it happened again and again. Why would his own father target him like this and take him so seriously? Zhu Di was naturally unsure.

ponder for a moment.

Zhu Di's heart skipped a beat for no apparent reason, and he said with a rather ominous look, "Could it be...that Father discovered you...that?"

He did not forget that this rebellious monk had been instigating him ten years ago - this was also the most unusual thing about Monk Daoyan.

This is the current situation.

It might be understandable that Zhu Di, or any other vassal king, would have some thoughts about the chair in the Fengtian Hall, after all, the situation had come to this point.

But if it was ten years ago... then he was coveting the big brother.

If my father knew about this, would I be able to survive?

Monk Daoyan had a kind face, one hand raised and his body slightly bent, giving people an unfathomable feeling. However, he did not immediately respond to Zhu Di's words. After pondering for a moment, he said, "No."

Although he was a little uneasy.

But he has always been confident in his plans and arrangements.

Even though he had been laying the groundwork and making preparations for today's cause long ago, before this, he had almost never revealed his intentions to anyone except the person in front of him, His Royal Highness the Prince of Yan.

And every time he spoke to His Royal Highness the Prince of Yan about those "treasonous" words, he was extremely careful.

Make sure there is no one else in the field or around before you pick it up.

Even though the Hongwu Emperor ruled the country with his military prowess and his power was overwhelming, could it be that he also had the ability to see into people's hearts?

Zhu Di felt a little relieved and said, "I also think... Father should never know about this."

Monk Daoyan was cautious, so how could he not be cautious? Even when Yuan Gong said that he had the "appearance of the Taiping Emperor", he did not dare to keep him and quickly sent him away.

Monk Daoyan said, "Don't lose your composure in any situation. This is the same principle as when Your Highness fights on the battlefield. The morale of the army must not be weakened. No matter what monsters and demons are ahead, we will just fight them with our troops and block them with earth."

Zhu Di's eyes flashed, and he nodded in agreement.

"Besides, I would like to see the former Hongwu Emperor again." There was a hint of expectation in his eyes. As the saying goes, you can't get a tiger cub without risking it. He has never been a person who is afraid of taking risks.

At this time, Lu Wei, who had followed the carriage all the way back, also dismounted and slowly walked over. With a smile that was neither humble nor arrogant, he extended his hand towards the "Huang Mansion" and said, "Your Highness, Master Daoyan, please come in."

Zhu Di and Monk Daoyan nodded in greeting.

At the same time, he secretly calmed his mind, and then he stepped into the "Huang Mansion" seemingly calmly.

This time it was Zhu Yuanzhang who took the initiative to summon him.

Naturally, the road was smooth all the way and led directly to the main courtyard where Zhu Yuanzhang was. After the unusually long and heavy snow last year stopped, the sun had been shining brightly, making the courtyard particularly bright and sunny.

At this time, Zhu Yuanzhang was sitting on a lounge chair in the yard, half lying on his back and swaying. On the two wooden tables next to him, there was a birdcage on the left, with a bird with colorful and smooth feathers huddled inside, and a cup of steaming tea on the right, with wisps of white mist rising in the sunlight.