Time Travel: After Seizing the Throne, I Lead the Ming Dynasty to Take Off

But he stopped talking halfway, and finally just waved his hand and said: "Forget it, you still have to speak out yourself."

Originally, he saw that Zhou Lixuan was unwilling to confess anything.

I feel a little anxious.

He thought of mentioning the title of "Prince of Yan" to stimulate them, but then he thought that His Royal Highness the Prince of Yan was just His Majesty's guess after all. If he mentioned him now, even if the real result was not His Royal Highness the Prince of Yan, Zhou Lixuan would probably climb up the pole and bite him, and who knows, he might end up wrongly accusing the Prince of Yan.

So Zhao Feng finally swallowed his words.

Zhou Lixuan, who was grimacing and screaming, was even more confused: "Damn it! What did this lackey just want to say to me?"

He didn't know why either.

When Zhao Feng looked at him just now, he had an uneasy feeling for no reason.

Zhao Feng raised an eyebrow, stood up, and gave another warning, saying, "Looks like they're really tough. You guys should handle it carefully. Don't stop until there's a result or an explanation. I want not only their identification and confession, but also corroborating evidence. No random fabrications. Report any reliable information to me immediately."

"Yes! Sir! Take care, sir!"

Seeing Zhao Feng walking towards the door of the interrogation room with a disappointed look on his face, the others immediately clasped their fists respectfully.

Zhao Feng left the interrogation room with an expressionless face.

Behind him, there was the sizzling sound of a red-hot iron burning flesh, a burning smell reaching his nose; there was the crackling sound of a whip hitting flesh; there was also the sound of a snapping ankle bone...

Of course, the loudest sound is still the scream.

When Zhao Feng walked out of the interrogation room, he could also vaguely hear screams and pleas for mercy coming from other interrogation rooms nearby.

"No matter how tough they are, they'll become soft bones once they enter the interrogation room of this imperial prison. I wonder if these two people can really spit out His Royal Highness the Prince of Yan and the monk named Daoyan."

Zhao Feng's lips curled up cruelly as he murmured nonchalantly, his face showing a hint of intense curiosity.

……

at the same time.

Forbidden City, outside the Palace of Heavenly Purity.

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty! Please meet your humble servants! You cannot act so stubbornly! Your Majesty!"

"Since Your Majesty will not allow me to die by banging my head against the wall, I will kneel down and die here!"

"Your Majesty! This old minister requests an audience!!"

"..."

Zhu Yunhuan had no martial ethics. When he realized that the news of Fu Youde's departure had spread, he withdrew from the court and plugged his ears, pretending to be ignoring the turtle's chanting.

But how could the civil officials in the court be willing to accept this?

At this moment, a large crowd of people were kneeling in the square outside the palace, with official robes of various colors, crimson, blue, and green, arranged in an orderly manner. Almost all the civil officials in the court had gathered here, making it a particularly spectacular sight.

In the Qianqing Palace.

Ma Sanbao glanced at Zhu Yunhuan with some concern and said, "Your Majesty, why don't I ask someone to take them away so that Your Majesty won't be annoyed by them?"

Zhu Yunhuan slowly flipped open the memorial on the dragon desk, looked at it nonchalantly, and said nonchalantly: "If they want to kneel, let them kneel. After kneeling enough, they will think clearly."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Ma Sanbao responded immediately, but he felt that this was a bit unsettling. "Those adults are acting like they've eaten human flesh. If it weren't for the founding duke stopping them, a large number of them would have banged their heads against the pillars... How could they possibly be thinking clearly?"

Of course, he trusted Zhu Yunhuan more than Zhao Feng. Even though he felt that he was not very reliable, there was no hesitation in his expression and words.

Of course, Zhu Yunhuan had anticipated this scene.

After getting rid of the person, they returned home to live comfortably, and they did not see Zhu Yunhuan's unquestionable attitude towards the matter. Instead, they were more likely to be bothered by the matter and unable to let it go.

Think of this.

Zhu Yunhuan's pen tip paused.

He instructed Ma Sanbao beside him, "Sanbao, remember this: court will not only be suspended today, but also tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow... until no one is willing to kneel in front of the Qianqing Palace."

Ma Sanbao nodded and replied, "Yes, I'll remember that."

After saying this, she said with some emotion, "Your Majesty has been busy with affairs of state since he ascended the throne. I think it would be a good thing for you to take a few days off from court to rest!"

Hearing this, Zhu Yunhuan smiled without comment.

Although he was busy and tired after ascending the throne, when he thought about the future appearance of the Ming Dynasty, the Ming Dynasty that belonged to him, Zhu Yunhuan, and dominated the world, he felt it was not bad.

I was thinking this in my heart.

After a long silence, a cry of surprise came from outside: "Hiss... Master Fu! Master Fu, what happened?!"

"Master Fu fainted!"

"Your Majesty! We are all thinking about you and the Ming Dynasty! Look at this! Master Fu is so old, but he has already fainted from kneeling!"

Except calling Fu Youwen.

Some people took this opportunity to make another appeal.

Zhu Yunhuan sneered: "This Fu Youwen is indeed a veteran. It's only been a short while and he fainted? Is he trying to pretend to be faint and run away?"

He made a casual complaint.

Then he said to Ma Sanbao with a serious face, "This Fu Youwen thing is definitely fake, but with so many people begging for mercy here... His health is a concern. Go call the Imperial Hospital."

"Those who are fainted or sick should be carried back to their respective homes. If you are well and wish to continue kneeling here, I will not stop you."