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

"Heh." Fu Youwen snorted lightly, "Then, Mr. Zhan, let's focus on the official business now."

Zhan Hui still had that cheerful look on his face: "Of course there are official duties, but don't act like this... Since the death of Emperor Taizu, we've come this far together, and besides..."

Speaking of it.

Zhan Hui's expression became much more serious.

Mu Ran said, "Everything may seem peaceful now, but in reality, it's not stable. Although you and I are both good at protecting ourselves, we don't want to betray the Emperor Taizu's kindness in supporting us, nor do we want the chaos of the past to return. There are many things happening in the Ming Dynasty right now that we should all think about and discuss together, within our capabilities."

"You've been staying in the Qianqing Palace for such a long time. It must be something big, right?"

Zhan Hui was indeed diligent in inquiring about news, but what he said was not false at all, otherwise he would not have shared important news with his two revolutionary comrades Liu Sanwu and Fu Youwen every time.

People are either black or white.

It is true that he wants progress and power, and it is also true that he is grateful to Zhu Yuanzhang for his recognition and support along the way, and as a scholar he is concerned about the world.

So it is.

Fu Youwen didn't continue teasing him, but he also didn't hide too much.

He immediately put away his joking expression, his face darkened slightly, and said, "Although... I don't know what I actually did on this trip, but I think it won't be a simple matter."

"Old Fu, why don't I understand what you are saying?"

Zhan Hui was stunned by these words.

What do you mean by not knowing what you did? How could you not know what you did? Was he sleepwalking?

Fu Youwen pondered for a moment and sorted out his thoughts.

Then he slowly spoke, truthfully, "That's right... I didn't actually go to the Qianqing Palace. Instead, I disguised Your Majesty as a servant and, under the guise of a routine inspection, secretly took Your Majesty to the North City Warehouse."

"The warehouse north of the city... where the Ministry of Revenue stores all kinds of weapons." Zhan Hui, being the most prominent among the civil officials, was naturally familiar with the matter. "He's also deliberately guarding against them! Or rather, guarding against the nobles from Huaixi! Great! Your Majesty doesn't intend to let the nobles from Huaixi go. This is a good thing!"

At this point, Zhan Hui's face lit up with joy, his eyes brightening. "Your Majesty truly has a clear vision of the major issues and the overall situation! I told you that Your Majesty is a smart man! How could you not see clearly? Haha!"

Although under the current situation, the Huaixi nobles seemed to be an unsolvable problem, even so, Fu Youwen and Zhan Hui understood that if those bandits really took power, the Ming Dynasty would probably no longer be the Ming Dynasty.

After all, there are a lot of "bandits and rebels" who can conquer the world.

But the only one among this group of people who could rule the world was the deceased Emperor Taizu.

It's more difficult and there is no solution.

They all had only one choice - to stand beside the current Emperor Kaiqian, a still unstable "seedling", and stand against the Huaixi nobles.

Their previous concern was naturally about Zhu Yunhuan's stance. How famous were the Huaixi nobles, and how much pressure did they exert? A teenager would have a hard time withstanding this. If they surrendered before a fight and immediately gave up on the Huaixi nobles, all their efforts would be in vain.

Now I am completely relieved.

Fu Youwen rolled his eyes at him. "You said Your Majesty is a smart man and wouldn't compromise with the Huaixi nobles? Wait, Old Zhan, why don't I remember you saying that before?"

Zhan Hui raised his eyebrows nonchalantly: "Really?" Then he waved his hand and said, "That's not important. What matters is that Your Majesty is firm enough."

Seeing him smiling so happily.

Fu Youwen's eyes were almost rolling up to the sky.

Zhan Hui was delighted, but suddenly frowned slightly and said, "But...what can your Majesty do in the north city warehouse?"

Fu Youwen spread his hands: "I don't know either..."