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

Zhao Feng immediately replayed the information in his mind. His heart skipped a beat, and he instinctively exclaimed, "What?! Is it the head monk of His Majesty the Prince of Yan? Could it be..."

Having said that, Zhao Feng immediately realized that he had lost his composure and stopped talking subconsciously.

He waved his hand to the person in front of him, pretending to be calm, and said, "Okay, I understand. You can go down. This is just my own private matter. Don't mention it to others."

"Yes, sir." The man responded and immediately retreated.

After the man retreated, Zhao Feng's eyes widened and he gasped, his face filled with disbelief...

"Could it be that these two secret agents are His Majesty the Prince of Yan!?"

"But... among all the princes, His Highness the Prince of Yan has always been the most respectful and diligent, submitting memorials of respect much more frequently than the other princes..."

Zhao Feng felt a little confused for a moment.

He had heard of or known something about the Prince of Yan in Beiping—he had defended the northern border, was skilled in battle, and possessed both courage and strategy. He had been a vassal in Beiping for over a decade and had made countless distinguished military achievements for the Ming Dynasty. After the current emperor ascended the throne, he was the quickest to receive orders, and he was also the most diligent and humble...

Zhao Feng certainly believed the statement that "these two undercover agents might have some connection with the current princes." After all, Yingtian Prefecture was in chaos, and the victims were the direct descendants of the previous emperor.

But Zhao Feng never thought that it would be Prince of Yan Zhu Di!

He pondered for a moment with a solemn gaze, but immediately shook his head to deny his previous judgment: "But Your Majesty said it was the monk named "Daoyan"!"

Perhaps even Zhao Feng himself didn't realize it.

It has come to this point.

What Zhu Yunhuan said had gradually completely surpassed all his inherent cognition and all his subconscious inertial thinking in his mind.

He frowned and pondered secretly in his mind.

The scene that emerged in his mind was yesterday when he and Zhu Yunhuan received the letter from the founding duke Chang Sheng at the door of the Alchemy Bureau.

After just a moment, he nodded heavily:

"When His Majesty scolded that 'dead bald donkey,' his expression and tone were filled with an extraordinary degree of conviction, indicating that he had already determined in his heart: these two undercover agents are the people in the hands of His Majesty the Prince of Yan's chief monk! Or, in other words, His Majesty the Prince of Yan's men!"

"And at the time, His Majesty seemed completely uninterested in the backgrounds of these two undercover agents. Now that I think about it, it makes sense!"

"It's human nature to lose interest in something you already know the details of."

"Perhaps Zhou Lixuan and Fan Songde..."

"It really has something to do with His Majesty the Prince of Yan!!!"

Zhao Feng thought to himself that even if there was no evidence, even if this conclusion went against his inherent cognition and subconscious thoughts, when he thought of Zhu Yunhuan's confident expression, Zhao Feng unconsciously believed half of it.

Zhao Feng secretly thought about this matter again in his mind, but the more he thought about it, the more frightened he became.

He couldn't help but gasp in amazement: "Tsk tsk! Tsk tsk tsk tsk!"

If the two guys we arrested today were really the work of His Royal Highness the Prince of Yan and his chief monk in Peking...

"How did Your Majesty know that?!" Zhao Feng clapped his hands, spread them out, and sighed softly in a voice that only he could hear.

Just relying on the uncertain information provided by founding duke Chang Sheng?

Just by thinking about it, without checking anything, you can see through the conspiracy and tricks behind it?

At least Zhao Feng couldn't figure it out no matter how hard he tried.

How could the not-too-clear message from the founding duke be able to reach His Royal Highness the Prince of Yan in Peking?

"If Zhou Lixuan and Fan Songde are truly proven to be the heirs of His Royal Highness the Prince of Yan and the head monk Daoyan... then Your Majesty would be... too terrifying!"

Thinking of this, Zhao Feng couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat on his back.

He didn't know that Zhu Yunhuan held the script of history in his hands, and he didn't know that the "most senior and respectful prince" he thought of and the so-called "unknown chief monk" were actually the famous Emperor Yongle and a peerless evil monk who usurped the throne.

From his perspective.

Zhu Yunhuan only knew that there were two such people, named Zhou Lixuan and Fan Songde, who seemed to have instigated Heqing Hou and several others.

Then it jumps to the final correct result.

This is outrageous.

It feels like...

For the last big question on the college entrance examination paper, 99.99% of people could only write a "solution", but Zhu Yunhuan didn't even need to lift a pen and directly calculated the correct answer just by mental arithmetic.

At the same time, Zhao Feng felt an increasing sense of crisis and oppression - how could they uncover the tricks behind this undercover case with such little information? What could they, the Jinyiwei, do for a living?

At the gate of the Jinyiwei Yamen.

Soon, someone noticed Zhao Feng's strange behavior—clapped his hands, grimaced, and was in disbelief...

It's like being possessed by a ghost.

He could only tentatively call out, "Master Zhao?"

Even though his voice was quite loud, Zhao Feng acted as if he didn't hear it. He seemed to be still immersed in his own world and didn't react.

The visitor could only shout again with a hint of fear: "Master Zhao!?"

Zhao Feng finally came to his senses and suppressed the extremely expressive expression on his face. He said in shock and embarrassment, "Nothing. I was just thinking about a case."

Send the man away.

Zhao Feng finally realized what was happening. "Yes! The Imperial Prison! Let's go check it out!"