Yongle Emperor's grandson: Zhu Yuanzhang with cheats, Zhu Di went crazy

Chapter 154 It's not me who is wrong, it's the world
"It's going to be too difficult to get anything done tomorrow."

In the space, everyone gathered together, frowning as they thought about the possibility of Zhu Zhanjun becoming the crown prince tomorrow.

After several summons, more people appeared in the space.

In addition to Zhu Yuanzhang's men, there were also a few more people brought by Zhu Youxiao.

Empress Ma held the little guy brought in by Zhu Youxiao and said worriedly, "Zhanjun is the second son. Chongba originally established the rule of establishing the eldest son as the heir. The fourth son wants to skip Zhanji and choose Zhanjun. It is too difficult. The ministers will definitely not agree."

Ji Gang nodded and said, "Your Majesty is right. Since I followed His Highness, I have conducted a private investigation."

Everyone looked at him, and Ji Gang sighed and said, "The result is that the number of people who support His Highness to take the throne is less than one in a hundred."

"Moreover, these people are low-level military officers and generals who have received favors from His Highness. There are almost no civilian officials."

Although everyone felt helpless, they also knew that this was the fact.

Who will be the crown prince is not decided by the emperor alone.

Zhu Yuanzhang had once thought about choosing Zhu Di, but in the end, he passed the position to Zhu Yunwen, which shows how difficult it was.

"We have only one choice."

Everyone present here has made their mark in history, yet they were all helpless in the face of this, which shows how difficult it was.

Zhu Zhanjun frowned and thought for a while, then looked towards the direction of the house.

Everyone could see through it.

"Indeed." Kangxi said, "This is the only way to break the dilemma."

A group of people stood up and came to Lao Zhu's house, surrounding the lotus altar.

"Yeah ah..."

Children are interested in beautiful things. When Zhu Youxiao's son saw the beautiful lotus altar, he clapped his hands with joy and twisted around in Empress Ma's arms.

"Stop making trouble, little guy. Let's go out and ride the big horses."

Fearing that the little one would disturb everyone, Queen Ma said she would not go and walked out with the child in her arms.

"We are busy now, so we won't bother you, Your Majesties."

Xu Shou thought they couldn't help, so he said goodbye and left with Xu Guangqi and the others.

Beside the altar, only Zhu Kangxi, Zhu Zhanjun and others were left.

Zhu Zhanjun nodded to several people, placed his hands on the altar, closed his eyes and began to pray.

After a moment, he opened his eyes, raised his hand and touched his forehead, and a golden light sank into the altar.

As the altar shone, a somewhat illusory light appeared, with five golden lotuses slowly floating above it.

“Not reality.”

Zhu Biao explained the difference to Zhu Youxiao, who was seeing this phenomenon for the first time.

"Let's go and see if there is any way to crack it."

Zhu Zhanjun said this and was the first to walk in.

Lao Zhu and others also came in together.

There was a flash of light before their eyes, and everyone appeared in a hall.

"This is the rear hall of Fengtian Palace."

Lao Zhu looked around and immediately determined the area he appeared in.

When they heard it was this place, everyone's eyes lit up.

If it appeared in the Fengtian Hall, it means that it was the Nanjing Imperial Palace, which was before Yongle moved the capital.

There are only a few emperors in Jinling, and they can be guessed almost at a glance.

"Your Majesty, Li Jinglong, Prince Gu and others opened the city gates and let the traitor Zhu Di into the city."

"why why."

A series of screams came from the front hall, attracting the attention of several people.

Zhu Zhanjun looked at Zhu Biao, and the others who had figured it out also looked at Zhu Biao.

Zhu Biao had a complicated expression and sighed helplessly.

After confirming that this was the Fengtian Temple, he had some guesses in his mind.

The chaos coming from the front now further confirms this point.

The target they were trying to recruit this time should be his son, Emperor Jianwen Zhu Yunwen.

"That's not right. We are here to find a way out of this situation. How did we find him? He is of no use to us."

Kangxi frowned and muttered softly.

Zhu Zhanjun was also confused about this and couldn't understand why this was happening.
After determining where he was, Lao Zhu could no longer sit still and strode directly towards the front hall.

Zhu Zhanjun, Kangxi and others also hurriedly followed.

When he walked out of the back hall, he saw the chaotic hall, where civil and military officials were surrounding a young man with disheveled hair and a somewhat disheveled look.

"Uncle, I remember the royal records saying that when my great grandfather and his men reached the palace, all the ministers had already fled, leaving only Zhu Yunwen. Why are there still so many people here?"

Zhu Qizhen, who was following behind Zhu Zhanjun, asked about the doubts in his mind.

Zhu Zhanjun whispered back, "Records are just records after all. Maybe there are things in the middle that we don't know about, and they were deliberately erased by your great grandfather."

Zhu Qizhen nodded, as if this was really possible.

"Ah! The Emperor Taizu Gao has appeared."

An exclamation suddenly sounded.

Several people who came out from behind happened to be seen by a minister.

Seeing Old Zhu walking in front of him with a gloomy face, the minister was so frightened that he trembled all over.

At this time, Zhu Yuanzhang had not been dead for a few years, and almost all the civil and military officials in the court were officials from the Hongwu period.

The fear and dread of Lao Zhu really penetrated into his bones.

As soon as he saw Zhu Yuanzhang appear, the minister was so frightened that he screamed and collapsed to the ground.

Others also looked over subconsciously, and then the whole hall was so quiet that one could hear a pin drop, staring blankly at Old Zhu who sat on the throne with a stern face.

Lao Zhu's cold expression made many people's legs shake unconsciously, and some even knelt on the ground.

"Grandpa Huang."

Zhu Yunwen was not afraid despite the ministers' fear. Instead, he shouted in surprise and quickly pounced on Old Zhu.

"Snapped!"

But before he could get close, a young man came up and slapped him hard.

"Bold, you..."

Zhu Yunwen was instantly annoyed. After all, he had been emperor for several years and had a bit of a temper.

But when he looked up and saw clearly who had hit him, he was stunned for a moment.

Looking at the face in front of him, which was young but very familiar, Zhu Yunwen knelt on the ground in a daze.

"Dad, you're not dead."

"Snapped!"

Zhu Biao raised his hand and slapped him hard again.

"This slap is for your uncles."

"Snapped!"

Another slap was swung down with such force that blood flowed from the corner of Zhu Yunwen's mouth.

"This slap is for your grandfather." "Pa!"

Another slap came hard.

Zhu Biao, who was gentle in front of Zhu Zhanjun, now looked as cold as frost. He gritted his teeth and said coldly: "This slap is for the people of the world."

"Snap! Snap, Snap!"

The slaps continued and the shouts were deafening.

Zhu Yunwen turned his face stiffly, blood flowing from the corners of his nose and mouth, his eyes full of stubbornness and anger.

“This slap…”

"enough."

Raising his hand to push away Zhu Biao's waving hand, Zhu Yunwen roared angrily and climbed up from the ground.

"Why do you hit me?" He looked at Zhu Biao with red eyes, full of anger and resentment: "What qualifications do you have to hit me?"

"Don't say you are my father."

"Where were you when I needed you? Where were you when my fourth uncle bullied me?"

"Is it all my fault? Is it all my fault?"

"I want to accomplish something great. I want to prove that I am no worse than you. But why don't you give me a chance? Why?"

Everyone's eyes widened, unable to believe that the madman in front of them was the gentle and elegant Emperor Jianwen in their minds.

At this moment, their emperor's eyes were glaring, blood was still flowing from his nose and mouth, and his angry roar could be clearly seen with the blood stains sticking between his upper and lower lips.

Zhu Biao raised his hand to wipe the blood splattered on his face, and calmly looked at Zhu Yunwen who was looking at him stubbornly.

Raise your hand.

"Snapped!"

Zhu Yunwen staggered and fell to the ground.

Even though he fell to the ground, his eyes were still glaring at Zhu Biao.

"I know, I know you look down on me and think I am inferior to my brother in every way."

"But do you really care about me?"

The tit-for-tat relationship between the father and son made everyone present feel complicated.

Zhu Zhanjun turned his head to look at Zhu Qizhen next to him and saw that his eyes were moved and full of admiration.

"Snapped!"

"Ouch."

Zhu Qizhen covered his head and looked at Zhu Zhanjun aggrievedly: "Second uncle, why did you hit me? I didn't do anything. I'm very honest."

Zhu Zhanjun took his hand back: "Nothing, I just saw a mosquito and was afraid it would bite you."

Zhu Qizhen: ???

Zhu Biao's expression did not change at all, he turned and walked towards Zhu Zhanjun.

Zhu Zhanjun handed over a contract, Zhu Biao took it, turned around and walked to Zhu Yunwen, throwing the contract in front of him.

"Signed."

The voice was very cold, without any emotion mixed in it.

"Humph!"

Zhu Yunwen didn't even look at the contract. He snorted coldly and looked in another direction.

He has come to his senses. His grandfather and father have been dead for so many years. Even if what he saw before him was real, it would not be a good thing to come back.

There is absolutely no benefit in asking him to sign anything. It must be a trap.

Although he is now at the end of his rope, he is still the emperor of the Ming Dynasty. As long as he leaves the palace and gathers troops to support him, he still has a chance to turn the tables.

He was a little foolish for not being a good emperor and stepped into an unknown trap, but he was not stupid.

"Yun Wen, sign and come with us. You are not fit to be the emperor."

Seeing the father and son in such a stalemate was not a good thing, Old Zhu sighed and said something.

Old Zhu has very complicated emotions towards his grandson.

I hate him for not fighting back, but I also feel guilty about it.

The Ming Dynasty has become what it is today, and all the responsibility lies with him.

If he had been more stubborn and had not followed those rigid rules, perhaps the Ming Dynasty would be different now.

"Grandpa, Yun Wen is not wrong."

Facing Old Zhu, Zhu Yunwen was silent for a moment, still feeling that he had done nothing wrong.

He got up from the ground, staggered to the throne, and knelt at Lao Zhu's feet.

"Please help me, Grandpa, and let Fourth Uncle accept the reduction of his fiefdom. I can guarantee that as long as he is willing to accept the reduction of his fiefdom, I will guarantee the safety of his family and let his family live without worries."

Old Zhu looked at him and said, "Do you believe this?"

Zhu Yunwen raised his head, looked at Old Zhu and asked, "Why can't you believe it? I have never let anyone hurt his life. If I let him die, how could he live until now? Isn't all this enough to prove it?"

"If grandpa is talking about reducing the number of vassal states, then I am not wrong."

"Shouldn't they be cut down? Shouldn't we just sit there and wait for them to develop abroad and ignore the imperial decrees?"

"By then, what would an emperor like me mean?"

"Grandpa, don't you really know why the Zhou Kingdom fell?"

"If I don't reduce the power of the feudal lords today, the Spring and Autumn War and the Rebellion of the Eight Princes will surely happen in my Ming Dynasty."

"So I am not wrong, it is you who are wrong, it is the whole world that is wrong."

Zhu Yunwen shouted at the top of his lungs, and his expression became increasingly ugly.

At first he felt a little sympathy for the child, but now he felt that the child was probably sick, and the illness was not mild.

"Zhanjun, Qizhen, hold him down to sign the contract."

Old Zhu didn't want to waste time talking to him, so he waved his hand and called on Zhu Zhanjun and Zhu Qizhen to take action.

Zhu Zhanjun and Zhu Qizhen held down the struggling Zhu Yunwen from the left and right.

Zhu Biao directly grabbed the other party's hand, broke off a finger, dipped it in the blood on Zhu Yunwen's face, and signed the contract.

"Let me go, let me go."

Zhu Yunwen roared loudly and called out to his ministers, "Protect the emperor, come and protect the emperor."

The ministers below were silent.

They did want to protect the emperor, but the problem was that they had to hurry.

If it were any other emperor, even if Zhu Di was sitting on the throne, they would never tolerate such humiliation of their emperor.

The problem was the position. It was Zhu Yuanzhang, the founding emperor of the Ming Dynasty, and the person who did it personally was Prince Yiwen Zhu Biao.

Even if these two beings were given eight times the courage, they would not dare to do it.

And everyone was thinking that now that the founding emperor and the crown prince were back, Prince Yan's rebellion would not be a big deal.

Alas, the old man couldn’t hold on after all and passed away forever at noon today. I was typing in an Internet cafe at the time and rushed over when I heard the news.

I just took some time to revise the manuscript. I will send the old man back to his hometown at 9 o'clock.

Alas, life is so short.

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(End of this chapter)