Daming: Dad, you are really not good at governing the country

Late at night, everything is silent.

Only the sound of the drum echoed slowly in the sky above the imperial city.

In the imperial study, the candlelight flickered, and the light and shadow flickered ghostly on the exquisite carved beams and painted buildings.

On the rosewood desk, there were mountains of memorials piled up, emitting a faint scent of ink.

Zhu Yuanzhang wore a bright yellow dragon robe and a black gauze winged hat on his head.

He narrowed his eyes slightly and reviewed the memorials attentively.

At this time, Zhu Yuanzhang's fingers twirled his beard from time to time, and the expression on his face was sometimes solemn and sometimes relaxed, as if he was thinking about how to deal with these difficult government affairs.

The imperial study was silent except for the rustling sound of the pen tip rubbing against the rice paper.

Occasionally, the sound of drums coming from outside the door broke the suffocating silence.

At this moment, a Jinyiwei spy crouched and walked into the inner room quietly.

He prostrated himself on the ground and kowtowed, not daring to breathe, his whole body like a frightened quail.

Zhu Yuanzhang seemed to have noticed something strange and slowly stopped writing with the red brush in his hand.

He raised his eyes slightly, his gaze was calm but carried a kind of commanding majesty, and asked calmly, "What's the matter?"

The spy's body shook violently, as if he had been hit by a sledgehammer, and he hurriedly recounted the details of the "Beizhenfu Prison Riot".

His voice was soft, but every word was clear.

Every word was like a heavy hammer, hitting the silent air hard.

Zhu Yuanzhang's eyes gradually turned cold, and the knuckles of his fingers holding the red brush turned white.

Anger slowly surged on his originally peaceful face like a tide.

He did not explode immediately, but fell into a brief silence.

This silence is like the calm before the storm, making people feel depressed and breathless.

The air around seemed to freeze, and the candle flame no longer swayed, but trembled slightly.

Suddenly, Zhu Yuanzhang slowly placed the red brush on the table, his arms trembling slightly as he tried hard to restrain himself.

Then he stood up suddenly and slammed his hands on the table.

With a loud "bang", the memorials on the table fell to the ground like frightened birds.

Then Zhu Yuanzhang's eyes flashed with cold light, and he roared angrily: "You bold lunatic! How dare you cause trouble right under our noses!"

The sound was as deafening as thunder, and the entire imperial study trembled.

When the guards outside the imperial study heard the roar, they were so frightened that their legs went weak and their faces turned pale.

The candle flame was shaken violently by the roar, and the light and shadow danced wildly on the wall, as if it was also afraid of the wrath of the Hongwu Emperor.

Zhu Yuanzhang paced back and forth in the hall, his brows tightly knitted into the shape of a "川" character.

He thought to himself: The Beizhenfu Prison is where important criminals are held. This riot must have been deliberately done by someone behind the scenes.

If it is not handled properly and in a timely manner, once the news gets out, the people will surely panic.

Who knows, someone might take advantage of the opportunity to stir up trouble and shake the foundation of the Ming Dynasty.

Thinking of this, Zhu Yuanzhang's eyes became even colder, and a chilling aura emanated from his body.

Outside the imperial study, a strong wind suddenly arose, blowing so hard that the window frames rattled.

The branches twisted and danced wildly in the wind, making a rustling sound.

As if frightened by the oppressive atmosphere, he trembled in fear.

Zhu Yuanzhang suddenly stopped, his eyes as sharp as an eagle.

He ordered coldly: "Quickly dispatch the elite Jinyiwei to completely suppress this riot and leave no one alive!

Thoroughly investigate the mastermind behind this, no matter who it is, severely punish them! "

Zhu Biao, who was sitting not far away, felt his heart tighten when he heard that Zhu Yuanzhang was going to kill again. He knew that once his father's thunderous means were unleashed, many innocent people would be implicated, and the situation would become even more complicated.

So Zhu Biao took a deep breath, mustered up the courage and stood up.

He took a few steps forward and said loudly, "Father, I think this matter needs further consideration."

When Zhu Yuanzhang heard Zhu Biao's words, his brows frowned and his eyes shot towards his son like a sharp blade.

He said in a deep voice: "Biao'er, do you think Dad's decision is wrong?
These traitors and villains cannot be appeased without killing them, and cannot uphold the law of the land without killing them!"

Although Zhu Biao was somewhat afraid, he still said firmly, "I have absolutely no such intention. I always keep in mind the majesty of my father and the justice of the law.

However, the affairs of the Northern Pacification Office are complicated and blindly resorting to violent suppression may backfire.

Now, my third brother and his elite troops have participated in the entire process of handling this riot, and they know the situation best.

If these people were summoned to the palace to clarify the details, solid evidence could be obtained, making the legal judgment more convincing.

Secondly, it can also prevent someone from taking the opportunity to spread rumors and cause unnecessary panic and chaos.

Furthermore, if we can find out the truth and catch the real mastermind behind it.

Perhaps we can follow the clues to get to the bottom of it, purge the corrupt forces in the court, and restore order to the imperial court."

Zhu Yuanzhang's expression eased slightly after listening to Zhu Biao's words.

But he still said seriously: "Biao'er, Dad has thought about what you said.

Over the years, we have been repeatedly tolerant of scholars and ministers in the court and given them generous treatment.

But these people are not grateful, instead they are getting more and more greedy.

The Northern Pacification Office had just been established not long ago, and such a serious incident had already occurred. There must have been corrupt officials behind it.

The imperial court spent a huge amount of money and food to support them, but these people did such perverse things!

If we do not punish severely, how can we demonstrate our authority and make the people believe in the justice of the law? "

Zhu Biao nodded slightly and said respectfully, "I understand your father's painstaking efforts and anger.

But I think that this is the time to demonstrate my father's kindness and wisdom.

Severe punishment is necessary, but the methods and approaches must also be appropriate.

If a fair trial can be given after the truth is uncovered, not only will the criminal receive the punishment he deserves, but the people of the world will also be able to see how wisely our father governs the country.

Moreover, if we can take this opportunity to rectify the government and eliminate corruption, we can further consolidate the foundation of our Ming Dynasty.

I, your son, dare to ask you to think twice."

Zhu Yuanzhang was silent for a long time, looking back and forth at Zhu Biao, as if weighing the pros and cons.

The air in the imperial study seemed to freeze. Zhu Biao was extremely nervous and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

However, he still stood straight and looked at Zhu Yuanzhang with firm eyes.

Finally, Zhu Yuanzhang sighed slightly, "Biao'er, you have indeed improved a lot over the years, and you have become more thoughtful in considering things.

Never mind. I'll do as you say.

He ordered a night trial of Guo Huai to investigate the matter thoroughly.

But if we cannot find out the truth and severely punish the criminals this time, we will not let them off easily."

Zhu Biao was overjoyed and immediately bowed and said, "Thank you, father, for your wise decision. I will do my best.

Assist the emperor to get to the bottom of this matter and live up to his trust."

At this time, late at night in the imperial study, the candlelight was still swaying, and the light and shadows were swaying in patches on the walls.

Although the atmosphere was still depressing due to Zhu Yuanzhang's anger just now, a sense of hope surged in Zhu Biao's heart.

Zhu Biao had advised his father many times before, but was often rejected, which made him feel helpless and lost every time.

When Zhu Biao heard that Zhu Yuanzhang had accepted all his suggestions, he was stunned at first, as if he couldn't believe his ears. (End of this chapter)