After broadcasting the ancient times live, I handed the system over to the state.

"The Qianlong Emperor's underground palace was completed around 1752, while the Qing court's renovation of the Ming Dynasty's Thirteen Tombs took 33 years."

"In the fourth year of the Yongle reign, Zhu Di undertook a large-scale construction project in Beijing, using a large amount of Phoebe zhennan wood. This became a custom, and later palaces and imperial tombs also used a large amount of Phoebe zhennan wood."

"During the Qianlong era, there was a shortage of Phoebe zhennan wood. However, he was an emperor, and an emperor with great power. He also had people like Heshen who knew how to please the emperor. How could he not find Phoebe zhennan wood?"

"One year, the governor of Hunan personally escorted more than a thousand pieces of Phoebe zhennan wood to Emperor Qianlong. Emperor Daoguang used more Phoebe zhennan wood than Emperor Qianlong did."

Zhu Yuanzhang turned his head, his dark eyes fixed on Zhu Yuanzhang, and suddenly a sinister smile appeared on his face. He said in a sarcastic tone, "Emperor Yongle, it seems that now that you've gotten rid of your nephew, you can enjoy yourself and embark on a grand construction project!"

Zhu Di froze for a moment, “…”

"Dad, that's not me!"

Before Zhu Di could even offer an explanation, Zhu Yuanzhang's warm greetings had already arrived.

Zhu Di, whose injuries had not yet fully healed, ate another piece of bamboo shoot stuffed with noodles.

Zhu Biao was quite helpless. His younger brother kept making mistakes, and even his father couldn't stop him. He was just about to comfort and advise his brother when his brother started making more mistakes!

In the Yongle era, Zhu Di: "..."

If it were before, Zhu Di wouldn't have known that the celestial canopy could reach different times and spaces, and he could have just laughed it off. But now, for some reason, he always has a feeling of being haunted by vengeful ghosts and his scalp tingles.

This wasn't just something their father saw, but also their elder brother saw, and even their future children and grandchildren saw.

He, Zhu Di, the Yongle Emperor, had a sense of shame!

Extremely concerned about saving face!

But the palace has already been built, so how can it be demolished?

Even Jiajing could not completely breathe a sigh of relief, because he realized that even if they didn't steal the wood from his mausoleum, it must be related to his mausoleum!

Later we'll be able to turn on the live chat and watch him curse like Emperor Jiajing!

Although Emperor Jiajing did not believe in Buddhism, he knew that Buddha also had a fierce and wrathful appearance, and that the Zhengyi sect of Taoism also had the practice of destroying altars and temples to "punish evil and falsehood and quell the ghostly atmosphere." Emperor Jiajing also wanted to set things right!

……

"In 1785, Emperor Qianlong inspected the Ming Tombs and saw that the ground of the Ming Tombs was damaged. He ordered the Minister of Works, Jin Jian, to carry out repairs. The Changling Tomb of Zhu Di was the largest and required a large amount of Phoebe zhennan wood for repairs. Those Phoebe zhennan wood that met the specifications were already scarce."

"Jin Jian suggested to Emperor Qianlong that the main hall of Emperor Jiajing's Yongling Mausoleum be reduced in size, and that the salvaged Phoebe zhennan wood be used to repair Changling Mausoleum. In this way, the scale of Changling Mausoleum could be maintained, and it could even be renovated in rotation. The halls of Yongling Mausoleum could also be repaired and maintained in the same way as other mausoleums."

"It was around this time that people began to speculate that during this process of demolishing large structures and replacing smaller ones, Emperor Qianlong was actually repairing the Ming Tombs, but in reality, he was stealing timber."

"The mausoleum of Emperor Qianlong was completed long ago. The building materials are recorded in detail in the 'Construction Engineering: Imperial Edicts,' and the records about nanmu wood are also very detailed."

"Qianlong was such a proud and ambitious emperor who loved luxury and extravagance. He spent hundreds of millions of taels of silver on many tours, including the Greater and Lesser Jinchuan regions. How could he not find a few pieces of Phoebe zhennan wood to make his coffin?"

[Emperor Qianlong was a shrew; he got a lot of blame, so just pin it all on him, haha.]

[Anyway, you don't have to worry about having too many lice, right?]

[Anyway, there were quite a few eccentric emperors in the Ming and Qing dynasties.]

Zhu Qinggu had a rather poor view of the Qing Dynasty. He would share some hearsay to make people laugh, but even if he knew they were false, he would still try to defend them.

But her attempt to clarify only made things worse.

Emperor Qianlong did not steal the golden nanmu wood from the Ming Tombs to make his own coffin, but he did remove some golden nanmu wood from the Ming Tombs, ostensibly for repairs.

The chill that had been running down Qianlong's spine hadn't dissipated when several more mountains pressed down on him.

Ambitious and fond of extravagance! Always on tour! Wasting money on war!

Emperor Qianlong was so angry his eyes turned red. How could later generations judge him like that?!

Yongzheng turned to look at Hongli, who was trembling with anxiety like a quail, his face darkening. "The Ten-Complete Old Man? Ambitious and fond of grand achievements? You demanded hundreds of millions of taels of silver from the Greater and Lesser Jinchuan regions? Touring everywhere... Is this how you squandered the national treasury's silver?"

"The sky above indicates that the Qing Dynasty effectively ended with Emperor Yingzong, the Ming Dynasty effectively ended with Emperor Jiajing, and I believe the Qing Dynasty effectively ended with Emperor Qianlong! Emperor Gaozong, excellent, very excellent!"

Even Yongzheng managed a cold laugh.

Among his group of princes, he was the tallest among the short. If he didn't choose Hongli, would he choose Hongshi, who was rebellious and wanted to side with the eighth prince? Or would he choose Hongzhou, who was unreliable and spent all his time with the twelfth prince figuring out how to hold his own funeral?

What about Xiao Liu?

Emperor Yongzheng sighed, he had never felt so tired.

Raising a son... is not as good as raising a dog!

Hongli trembled, "Father, that's the future Qianlong Emperor, not me! Hongli will never do such a thing again..."

Yongzheng tossed a memorial to Hongli, which landed squarely on his head, and then gave him a deep look. "Kneel down and take your leave."

The other princes of Kangxi, who had initially thought Yinzhen was formidable, now looked at him with pity.

Yinzhen's torment never ended; he would rather be struck by lightning and be sent away.

Jiajing took a deep breath, but still couldn't suppress the emotions that were about to explode in his chest. His face was ashen, and the eunuchs beside him were trying to comfort him gently, but Jiajing brushed them away. He was holding his breath and was about to transmit it to the sky screen later (cursing loudly).

Humans fight for a breath of air, and even immortals fight for a stick of incense.

Emperor Yongle, Zhu Di: "...From today onwards, future generations are not allowed to use Phoebe zhennan wood to build their mausoleums. All mausoleums must be reinforced. They must not become like what Tianmu said, requiring repeated repairs or...water ingress."

Although it was a Qing Dynasty imperial tomb that was flooded, the sight still terrified them.

Zhu Zhanji had memorized everything. "Grandfather, I've memorized everything. But will our descendants follow in our footsteps and dismantle the golden nanmu wood?"

Zhu Di stared intently at Zhu Zhanji, "Zhanji, when the time comes, I will lift the coffin lid and come out to see you."

"..." Zhu Zhanji wanted to say that it was unnecessary, but at this point he definitely had to keep quiet.

Zhu Di also silently revealed a smile, a smile that seemed to be squeezed out, his eyes were sinister, but there was no joy in it at all.

This startled Zhu Zhanji so much that he even swallowed hard.

"Yes, I remember, Grandfather."

"Hmm." Zhu Di responded softly, then looked up at the sky.

Zhu Zhanji felt that beneath the old man's calm exterior lay an undercurrent of turmoil, and there was also a creepy feeling about it.