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

It was all right in the past when there was a virtuous and kind queen who would give advice from time to time.

Later, the Queen passed away, but at least there was still His Royal Highness the Crown Prince of the Eastern Palace, so everyone felt a little relieved.

And now.

Your Majesty, if you are unhappy at all.

Who else can persuade him? Who dares to persuade him?

Ever since the passing of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, court officials have written their suicide notes at home before attending court, emphasizing a willingness to face death with equanimity.

And at this critical juncture.

They were suddenly summoned to the palace late at night.

The situation was so serious that all the palace servants around the Qianqing Palace were dismissed...

No one knows for sure, if you step into the Qianqing Palace today, you might not see the sun tomorrow.

Of course, Zhan Hui and Fu Youwen were very nervous.

Even Liu Sanwu's expression was solemn.

There were no stars or moon in the night, only some dim candlelight coming from the Qianqing Palace. The flickering light and shadows were accompanied by an eerie silence.

At this time.

The vermilion lacquered door in front of me made a slight creaking sound.

Although it only took a few breaths of waiting.

But they all felt as if centuries had passed...

After the door opens.

First sight.

He was a young eunuch with an unfamiliar face.

The young eunuch smiled slightly and said, "This servant greets Scholar Liu, Master Zhan, and Master Fu. Please come in, gentlemen."

After saying that, Ma Sanbao took two steps back, turned sideways and stretched out his hand to make a move.

The three of them wiped the sweat from their foreheads, looked at each other, and stepped into the Qianqing Palace.

After entering, they did not see Zhu Yuanzhang.

In other words, apart from the unfamiliar young eunuch who led them in, there was no other person in sight.

The three of them naturally turned their eyes to the dragon desk filled with memorials.

He was becoming increasingly nervous: "Your Majesty has endured till this point. What earth-shattering event could this be?"

I thought so in my heart.

But they all tried their best to remain calm and bowed, "Your humble servant, I pay my respects to Your Majesty!"

But the words haven't finished yet.

Fu Youwen, who was standing on the far right, suddenly exclaimed, "What...what...what is this?!"

Zhan Hui's already fragile heart was made even worse.

He was immediately startled and lowered his voice to scold: "Old Fu! What are you making such a fuss about? Are you crazy?"

A thousand horses were galloping through my mind, and I cursed: "What the hell is this place? The Palace of Heavenly Purity! If you don't want to die, I still want to live a good life!"

at the same time.

He still couldn't help but follow Fu Youwen's gaze.

Although Liu Sanwu was calmer than him, he also looked over curiously.

You won’t know unless you see it.

I was shocked!

"Fuck!"

"Commander Jiang?"

"And...isn't this Master Dai, the Director of the Imperial Hospital?"

That’s right, what Fu Youwen saw was Jiang Li and Dai Sigong being dragged in one by one after being knocked down by Zhu Yunhuan.

The two of them were unconscious with their eyes closed.

He was actually tied up!

One was the commander of the Imperial Guard, His Majesty's most trusted confidant, and the other was His Majesty's most trusted imperial physician. Seeing this scene, the three of them were stunned on the spot, their brain CPUs almost burning out.

What happened in the Qianqing Palace?

The three of them subconsciously looked in the direction of the dragon desk, looking at the young eunuch next to the dragon desk, the only "living person" visible in the Qianqing Palace at the moment.

But at this time.

Behind the huge pile of memorials on the dragon desk.

A white figure stood up and suddenly appeared in the sight of the three people.

"Master Liu, Master Zhan, Master Fu."

A voice as gentle as jade sounded, and it frightened the three of them.

The three of them gasped.

Take a closer look.

Standing behind the pile of memorials on the dragon desk was a boy of about fourteen or fifteen years old.

He stood tall, his handsome face adorned with an ambiguous smile. His eyes were as deep as stars, making it difficult to discern his thoughts...