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

"This king and my seventeenth brother will divide the world equally?"

There was a slight arc at the corner of Zhu Di's mouth. Although he said so, his calm voice hinted at the conspiracy between the two.

Obviously, these words came from his own mouth.

He had no intention of taking it seriously.

Of course!

How could a man with his eyes fixed on Fengtian Hall, a man determined to become emperor, share his power with others? Even if this power had not yet fallen into his hands, it would be impossible.

Having been with Zhu Di for ten years, Monk Daoyan knew Zhu Di very well.

Hear the words.

Seeing Zhu Di silent for a breath, he smiled knowingly and raised his hand, chanting the Buddha's name: "Amitabha, Your Highness the Prince of Yan is able to bend and stretch, and great things will be accomplished."

"His Royal Highness Prince Ning is young, full of youthful vigor, and commands a large army."

"Even if he himself doesn't have such thoughts, His Majesty can make him have such thoughts as long as he speaks nicely."

In history, Prince Ning Zhu Quan also encountered this wave of weird operations - after Zhu Di launched the Jingnan Campaign, he designed a plan to trick the elite soldiers and generals under the command of his seventeenth brother into his own hands, and at the same time promised Zhu Quan that "after the success, the world will be divided equally", so that Prince Ning Zhu Quan, this brave general, could be used by himself.

however.

Drawing cakes for sale has always been a traditional skill of the Zhu family.

The so-called "after the success, we will divide the world equally" is just empty talk, as long as it can really be accomplished - the person who said this is the Prince of Yan, what does it have to do with me?

So after it really happened.

Our Judy sent his beloved seventeenth brother from the northern military town of Daning to Nanchang, Jiangxi. Not only that, he also disbanded the guard troops of the Ning Palace, cut their salaries, and let local officials keep an eye on him.

Hearing Daoyan's words, Zhu Di responded with a smile: "The one who knows me best is Master Daoyan!"

After saying this, he suddenly put away the smile on his face and became serious.

He said sternly, "Father was forced to fake his own death and came here in a hurry. If his influence was truly great enough, he could have jumped out and turned the ship around right from the start. Perhaps he has changed his mind now and is determined to ensure that Zhu Yunhuan secures the throne, but that wasn't his intention at the beginning."

"So, his hand won't be too big in the northern region."

"By bringing Seventeenth Brother into the fold, Father, this unstable pawn, won't be a cause for concern."

Zhu Di tapped the table in front of him lightly with his two fingers, as if he had made up his mind, his eyes firm and resolute.

Monk Daoyan lowered his eyes, fanning the flames, and said, "As long as the matter is done, it's one thing to say, but how it's actually done depends entirely on the decision of you, the Emperor."

Hear this.

Zhu Di's originally firm gaze flickered, and a deliberately suppressed smile seemed to appear on his serious face.

Well, mainly because the word "Son of Heaven" sounds more pleasant.

However, Zhu Di remained composed and did not get carried away. Instead, after a brief moment of thought, he raised an eyebrow and said, "Although I am confident that I can persuade Old Seventeen, this matter is of great importance. With my father's spies in the northern border, it is not advisable to act prematurely."

"And the purpose is to hold down the emperor so he won't jump out."

"The more appropriate time would be after we get accurate news from Yingtian Prefecture. It would be best to act suddenly and unexpectedly."

After saying this, Zhu Di nodded slightly, feeling that what he said made a lot of sense.

Monk Daoyan also lowered his eyes and bowed slightly: "Good."

……

Although the new year has been around for some time, the remaining snow accumulated last year has not yet completely melted. This is the case in the city of Peking, and it is even more so in Daning Prefecture, which is further north in the desert and directly faces the remnants of the Northern Yuan Dynasty.