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

In the imperial study room.

The tense atmosphere previously created by political disputes gradually eased amidst the rare warmth between father and son.

A breeze quietly slipped in through the carved window lattice, gently shaking the candlelight on the table.

The candle flame flickered, and the light and shadow danced on the walls and the ground, adding a bit of warmth to the room.

The howling wind outside the window seemed to be infected by this warmth and gradually died down.

The bright moonlight sprinkled gently on Zhu Yuanzhang and Zhu Biao like water, covering them with a layer of silver glow.

The atmosphere exudes both the solemnity of the royal family and the warmth and peace between father and son.

At this moment, Zhu Yuanzhang frowned slightly and looked at the dark night outside the window.

His eyes were deep and complex, and his heart was full of worry about the situation in the court.

Since ascending the throne, Zhu Yuanzhang has experienced countless ups and downs.

He knew very well that behind the stability of this country, there were many undercurrents.

"Biao'er."

Zhu Yuanzhang spoke in a low voice.

"'Night trial of Guo Huai' is not an easy matter!
You have to keep an eye on it yourself and not be careless at all.

Those who want to disrupt the government must be severely punished!"

Zhu Biao nodded slightly, and his sword-like eyebrows also frowned.

His eyes were firm and steady, and he replied neither servilely nor arrogantly: "Father, I understand.

I will do my best and will never let you down."

Zhu Biao knew very well that it was not easy for his father to build the Ming Dynasty.

This mission is not only a test of his own abilities, but also a heavy responsibility to protect his father's hard work and the future of the Ming Dynasty.

In his heart, the rise and fall, honor and disgrace of the Ming Dynasty have long been closely linked with himself.

Even if there are thorns ahead, I will never retreat.

While agreeing verbally, Zhu Biao had already started thinking about the interrogation in his mind.

How should we arrange manpower and how should we deal with problems if they arise?

His fingers tapped unconsciously on the armrest of the chair. Although he was a little nervous, he was more calmly thinking about the upcoming challenges.

Zhu Yuanzhang looked at his eldest son who was growing up and able to take charge of himself, and a hint of relief flashed across his eyes, but it was soon replaced by worry.

He was well aware of the complexity and danger of the court. Although Zhu Biao was capable, he still needed more experience.

Zhu Yuanzhang then waved his hand and said, "Go ahead, and be careful about everything."

Zhu Biao felt mixed emotions: he was touched by his father's recognition, but also felt uneasy about the heavy responsibility he was about to shoulder. But more importantly, he was filled with the ambition to accomplish something for the Ming Dynasty.

He took a deep breath and bowed respectfully to Zhu Yuanzhang.

Then Zhu Biao straightened his body and strode out of the imperial study.

When he walked out of the room, the cold moonlight stretched his shadow very long.

Zhu Biao stopped for a moment in the corridor outside the imperial study, calmed himself, and straightened his clothes.

He looked up at the sky. The bright moon was hanging high in the sky, as if looking at the road he was about to take.

It was late at night, and the guards in the palace were still standing upright at their posts.

Under the moonlight, their figures looked particularly solemn.

Zhu Biao nodded to the guards on duty, and the guards immediately responded with a respectful salute.

Zhu Biao walked quickly along the corridor, thinking a lot in his mind.

This mission tonight was like a heavy stone pressing on his shoulders, and every step he took felt particularly heavy.

After leaving the palace gate, a cold wind blew and Zhu Biao could not help but tighten his cloak.

He narrowed his eyes and looked into the distance like an eagle.

The Northern Pacification Office was faintly visible in the darkness; that was where he was about to face the challenge.

Zhu Biao stood in front of the palace gate, thought for a moment, and then whispered a few words to the guards around him.

The guard immediately ran away and soon brought back a vigorous black horse. This warhorse was shiny black with neat mane, and it was obvious that it was a well-raised horse.

Zhu Biao climbed onto the horse and gently squeezed the horse's belly with his legs.

The black horse galloped towards the Northern Pacification Office like an arrow.

Along the way, the streets were deserted.

Only patrolling soldiers occasionally walked by, their footsteps echoing in the empty streets.

The moonlight sprinkled on the stone road, and the shadows of Zhu Biao and the black horse swayed with the sound of horse hooves.

Zhu Biao held the reins tightly, his eyes fixed ahead, still thinking about the interrogation methods and various possible situations.

Finally, the tall building of the Northern Pacification Office appeared before his eyes.

Zhu Biao grabbed the reins, dismounted, and handed the reins to the guard beside him.

He took a deep breath, straightened his messy hair, and walked into the gate of the Northern Pacification Office with steady steps.

As soon as I entered the prison, a chill hit me.

The cold here is different from outside. It is freezing cold, as if you are in a gloomy place.

The dim light swayed in the humid air, and the weak light shone on the mottled stone walls.

The smell of decay and blood mixed together and was particularly unpleasant.

The prison walls were spotted with water stains, and sobbing and sighing could be heard from the corners from time to time, which made people feel creepy.

Zhu Biao frowned and a hint of disgust flashed in his eyes, but he quickly calmed down.

He led everyone inside, his steps were steady and powerful, and every step seemed to declare his majesty.

Wherever Zhu Biao walked, the Jinyiwei jailers all had grim expressions.

Their eyes were dignified, their steps were steady, and the swords at their waists swayed gently with their steps.

These Jinyiwei jailers had eyes like eagles, scanning the cells vigilantly.

The sound of every step on the stone floor echoed in this depressing space, and the atmosphere became even heavier.

In a prison cell, Zhu Gang looked at Mao Xiang who was tied up with a trace of disdain on his face.

"Mao Xiang, I know everything about what happened between you and Hu Weiyong.

I gave you a chance at that time, but I didn't expect you didn't cherish it and caused such a big disaster.

There was a riot in the Beizhenfusi prison. Even if you didn't get involved, you can't escape the crime of dereliction of duty.

Considering your past contributions, if you have any unfulfilled wishes, just speak up.

As long as I can do it, I will try my best to satisfy you."

Mao Xiang raised his head and looked at Zhu Gang who was sitting behind the desk.

A hint of fear flashed across his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by unwillingness.

Mao Xiang gritted his teeth and a ferocious expression appeared on his face.

He said coldly: "Humph, if you want to kill me, then kill me. Don't pretend to be merciful here.

I, Mao Xiang, got into trouble today. It's my bad luck, but don't expect to get anything from me!"

Zhu Gang sneered, "You're still being stubborn?
The current situation is beyond your control.

If you tell the truth, maybe you can still live.

Otherwise, hum..."

Mao Xiang turned his head away, said nothing, and his face was full of stubbornness.

Zhu Gang's face darkened and he was about to explode.

At this moment, the door of the interrogation room was slowly pushed open with a creaky sound.

Zhu Biao walked in first with steady steps. He stood tall and straight with a solemn look, and the gorgeous clothes he wore glowed faintly in the dim room.

Following closely behind him was the prince's eunuch Li Heng, who had a thin face and sharp eyes, revealing his shrewdness and competence.

The entourage looked solemn and followed the two in unison.

As this group of people walked into the interrogation room, the originally heavy and oppressive silence in the room was immediately broken, making the atmosphere even more subtle and complicated. (End of this chapter)