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

Zhu Yuanzhang sat upright on the throne, with an innate aura of majesty lingering around him.

At this moment, he narrowed his eyes slightly, and his originally deep eyes instantly became like a cold pond, and that subtle movement seemed to contain a tremendous force.

A sharp light flashed across Zhu Yuanzhang's eyes like lightning.

This light seems like a sword that penetrates the fog, and also like a probe that sees into people's hearts.

His gaze seemed to move casually between Zhu Gang and Zhu Biao, but in fact, each glance seemed to be of great weight.

Zhu Gang looked nervous. Although he tried hard to remain calm, the slight trembling still revealed his inner uneasiness.

Zhu Biao tried his best to remain calm, but his tightly pursed lips still revealed his mood.

Zhu Yuanzhang looked at his two sons and thought secretly in his heart.

He knew his sons too well and could catch clues from every expression and every breath of theirs.

In Zhu Yuanzhang's eyes, Zhu Gang and Zhu Biao were like transparent people at this moment.

The thoughts in their hearts that may not have taken shape yet gradually become clear, like a painting spread out in the sun.

At this moment, Zhu Yuanzhang seemed to be able to see Zhu Gang's inner anxiety and expectation, hoping that he could agree to matters related to Gongshu Qi.

He could also feel Zhu Biao's inner considerations and worries, weighing the pros and cons of pleading for mercy and worrying about the consequences of his decision.

All of this was revealed in Zhu Yuanzhang's seemingly casual glance.

"Humph, you two are quite calculating!"

Zhu Yuanzhang, sitting behind the imperial desk, had a face as gloomy as the sky before a storm.

He raised his chin slightly, opened his lips and snorted coldly.

Although the volume of this cold snort was not loud, it seemed to carry some invisible weight like a heavy hammer, hitting the slightly quiet air in the imperial study.

Instantly, the temperature of the entire space seemed to drop a few degrees, with an intimidating and unquestionable majesty.

Zhu Yuanzhang's eyes were as sharp as an eagle's as he swept back and forth over Zhu Gang and Zhu Biao, thinking secretly in his heart: This court has always been a sacred place for ministers to express their opinions, work hard for the country, and make plans.

Normally, civil and military officials in the court would argue fiercely here about the rise and fall, honor and disgrace of the country, just to find a way for the Ming Dynasty to maintain long-term stability.

But now, his two sons, whom he had placed high hopes on, were actually openly playing such shameful tricks for an unknown person, Gongshu Qi, in the court, which is related to the foundation of the country.

Thinking of this, the doubts in Zhu Yuanzhang's heart grew like weeds.

He couldn't help but wonder secretly, what kind of extraordinary magic power did this Gongshu Qi have?
How could it make the usually steady Zhu Biao and the impulsive Zhu Gang join hands in the court and go to such great lengths to deal with it?
This Gongshu Qi is indeed closely related to the country and is related to some key issues that need to be resolved urgently.

Or did his two sons have ulterior motives?
As he thought more deeply, Zhu Yuanzhang's brows furrowed more and more.

His mind was filled with doubts, as if he was trapped in a fog, and he became more and more curious about the hidden story behind the Gongshu Qi.

At the same time, Zhu Yuanzhang's keen political sense was constantly issuing warnings.

In this ever-changing court, any seemingly insignificant matter may lead to the exposure of a huge conspiracy hidden in the dark.

He was secretly alert. Could it be that Gongshu Qi was just the tip of the iceberg, and behind it was a bigger conspiracy that could shake the foundation of the Ming Dynasty?

Are there other forces secretly pushing this conspiracy?

Zhu Yuanzhang knew that he must not take it lightly and must find out the truth as soon as possible to ensure the stability of the Ming Dynasty.

Thinking of this, Zhu Yuanzhang's dissatisfaction and doubts became stronger.

There seemed to be a nameless fire in his chest, and he couldn't help but snort again. This snort was even colder than the previous one.

Like the cold wind in December, it was chilling and piercing towards Zhu Gang and Zhu Biao.

When Zhu Gang and Zhu Biao heard Zhu Yuanzhang's cold snort that sounded like it came from the underworld, their hearts felt as if they were being tightly grasped by an invisible giant hand.

Both of them felt a sudden pang in their hearts, as if a heavy block of lead had suddenly dropped into their hearts.

They were already feeling uneasy because their father had seen through their thoughts, and this cold snort was undoubtedly another heavy blow to their already tense nerves.

At this moment, Zhu Gang and Zhu Biao looked at each other subconsciously, and saw the same fear and helplessness in each other's panicked eyes.

Those panicked eyes were like a frightened bird, revealing their extreme inner anxiety.

The two of them knew how wise their father was and how sharp his insight was like an eagle's eyes.

No clues could escape Zhu Yuanzhang's eyes. Now that his little tricks had been seen through, he would probably be in great danger.

For a moment, the two people's brains seemed to be tangled in a tangled mess and they were completely at a loss as to what to do.

Zhu Biao and Zhu Gang racked their brains but could not think of any way to resolve the current predicament.

Zhu Gang's hands clenched unconsciously, and his knuckles turned white from the force.

Zhu Biao lowered his head slightly, trying to hide the panic in his eyes.

However, his slightly trembling shoulders still revealed his inner nervousness.

At this moment, the atmosphere in the imperial study became tense again, as if the air was frozen by this tense atmosphere.

The invisible pressure, like an airtight net, tightly wrapped them from all sides, making it hard to breathe.

Every breath feels like carrying a heavy shackle, making people feel depressed.

The candlelight on the wall flickered in this depressing atmosphere, and the dim light and shadows danced on everyone's faces, adding a bit of weirdness and solemnity.

The entire imperial study was so quiet that the only sounds that could be heard were the heavy breathing of the three people and the sound of time slowly passing in the heart-pounding silence.

“I’ve thought carefully about the suspended death penalty you mentioned just now, and I still think it’s a little inappropriate.

In recent years, the formulation of "The Great Imperial Edict" and "The Nine Laws of the Ming Dynasty" has consumed a lot of energy of the Ministry of Justice and other relevant agencies.

If new regulations are added, it will inevitably further increase the workload of these departments.

Officials are scarce in the Ming Dynasty, and we really can't afford to suffer from the two of you!"

Zhu Biao and Zhu Gang stood in the imperial study, not daring to breathe.

The two of them felt like there was a jumping rabbit in their hearts, with all sorts of ups and downs.

They thought that their schemes for Gongshu Qi would definitely anger their father and lead to severe punishment.

Zhu Biao secretly regretted that as the crown prince he should have set a good example, but he was also involved in this seemingly minor but potentially far-reaching crisis.

Zhu Gang was so nervous that his palms were full of sweat and he kept wiping them on the hem of his clothes.

He was extremely nervous, wondering what severe punishment would be waiting for him.
However, when Zhu Yuanzhang slowly opened his mouth and said that he did not dare to rashly add new legal provisions because he was worried about lack of manpower, the two were stunned at first.

The expressions on their faces froze instantly, as if they hadn't reacted yet.

Then, as if the ropes that bound them were untied at the same time, Zhu Gang and Zhu Biao couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. (End of this chapter)