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

Chapter 276: Game of Thrones, The Way of the King
"What's wrong? Who has offended you? Why do you look so unhappy?"

Zhu Zhanjun returned to the Ming Dynasty world and went directly to the old man.

The old man, who was teasing his great-grandson, looked up and asked in confusion.

Zhu Zhanjun sat next to the old man and took the little guy over.

But the little guy was not familiar with his father Zhu Zhanjun, and was always resistant. He kept stretching out his little hands, wanting to find the wet nurse or the old man next to him.

When the wet nurse saw that the two had something to discuss, she hurried forward, took the little one away, and went to the next room.

"How long has it been since you checked the intelligence sent by the Royal Guards?"

The old man, who was looking at his little great-grandson with a happy face, was stunned when he heard this.

"Aren't the Jinyiwei under your control? I thought they would report any problems to you, so I didn't ask. What happened? Did something happen to the Jinyiwei?"

Zhu Zhanjun said nothing and handed a memorial to the old man.

The old man raised his hand to take it, flipped it open, glanced at it casually, and then put it aside.

"I've told you before that the imperial court is a force that cannot be monopolized, even by the emperor's grandson."

"When you were promoting high-yield crops, I told you to give them some appropriately, but you insisted on opposing it."

The old man stood up, closed the door of the palace, and taught solemnly: "Your great grandfather said that our Ming Dynasty ruled the world together with the people, not with the literati like the Song Dynasty."

"But is this really the case?"

"Look at the civil and military officials in the court. How many of them are truly from the people? Every order from the court is conveyed to the common people through them."

"How many of the emperor's orders have been misinterpreted?"

"You trust the Jinyiwei too much. You forget that they are also made up of people. The upper echelons are loyal to you, but can you guarantee that everyone at the bottom will be loyal to you?"

The old man sighed: "They are also human beings, they also have seven emotions and six desires. When faced with the temptation of real money and beautiful women, how many people can resist it?"

The old man raised his hand and pointed at the palace: "Not to mention the Jinyiwei scattered all over the place, even in the palace, these eunuchs and palace maids under my nose, how many of them are spies arranged by outsiders, how many of them have taken money they shouldn't have taken, and leaked information they shouldn't have leaked."

"You always want everyone to work together to create a glorious and prosperous Ming Dynasty."

"But you think so. Do they think so?"

"This Ming Dynasty belongs to the Zhu family. What does it have to do with them? Between the family and the court, they will choose the family without hesitation."

After talking for a long time, the old man sat next to Zhu Zhanjun and put his arm around his grandson's shoulders.

"My second son, today I will teach you a lesson. As an emperor, in addition to learning how to employ people, you must also learn how to distribute what you have."

"If you want the horse to run, you must first feed it grass."

"This is true throughout history. Any so-called prosperous dynasty is the result of the emperor using the right people and dividing the cakes in his hands well."

"Your father has been handling state affairs for so many years and has never made a mistake because he knows who to give the cakes to and how much to give them."

Patting Zhu Zhanjun's shoulder heavily, the old man stood up and said, "Boy, grandpa is old and can't be the head of the family for many years. I actually knew about these things half a year ago, but I didn't make it public."

"I'm going to give you all of this, and this is the first test on your path to becoming an emperor: how to divide the cakes and how to employ people."

"The day after tomorrow is the monthly court meeting. I will take Qi Rui and accompany your grandmother to Jiming Temple to burn incense. The government affairs will be handed over to you. How to handle, how to manage, how to kill, how to divide, it is all up to you to decide."

The old man left very casually and gave the study to Zhu Zhanjun.

For him, who has seen a lot of ups and downs in his life, this little thing is nothing.

Corruption has existed in every dynasty since ancient times. If he really wanted to get obsessed with such things, he wouldn't have to do anything as an emperor. Being angry with these bastards every day would be enough to make him die of anger.

In fact, he had noticed this matter a long time ago, but deliberately did not tell Zhu Zhanjun about it.

His grandson had a smooth journey. With his grandfather and fat father watching over him, he hardly suffered any setbacks or provocations.

Having everything go smoothly all the way is not a good outcome for anyone, let alone an emperor, even for a child from an ordinary family.

People who are successful in everything may be fine when things are going smoothly, but if there is even a little setback, they may collapse or lose control of their emotions.

In addition, this incident does not have much impact on ordinary people. The military households have enough reserve food, and with the support of the Veterans Chamber of Commerce, no one will starve to death.

Since it does not affect the common people, the old man is very willing to let his grandson try this test.

After the old man left, Zhu Zhanjun asked someone to call Liang Zi, the current commander of the Jinyiwei.

"Your Highness."

Liangzi walked in and saw Zhu Zhanjun sitting at the table with an expressionless face, and quickly bowed to greet him.

"You have been with me for so many years, and you know my character. I cannot tolerate even the slightest bit of sand in my eyes."

Zhu Zhanjun looked at Liangzi coldly, raised his hand and threw the memorial over.

"Don't tell me that you, the Jinyiwei, don't know about this."

Liangzi didn't dare to stand up and knelt on the ground looking at the contents of the memorial.

After reading it, he did not look panicked, but sighed instead.

"Your Highness, the Royal Guards did find out something, but it was just superficial. The Veteran Chamber of Commerce excludes outsiders, so our people can't get in any deeper."

"Does Qiu Yuan know about this?"

Zhu Zhanjun continued to ask with a cold face.

Liang Zi raised his head and said in confusion: "Your Highness, you don't know that Qiu Yuan is seriously ill. I went to see him the day before yesterday. His condition is very serious and he has been in a coma."

Zhu Zhanjun frowned and thought for a long time. It seemed that no one had reported to him that Qiu Yuan was seriously ill. At first, he was still skeptical. Qiu Yuan had been keeping an eye on the Veteran Chamber of Commerce. How could there be a problem with the personnel inside?

He was still wondering in his heart whether Qiu Yuan had changed from being diligent and conscientious at the beginning to taking things for granted now as time went by.

He didn't expect that the subordinate he suspected was seriously ill and almost died.

"No one seems to have reported this to me?"

Liangzi thought about it and said uncertainly: "The two ladies have already informed him. Maybe they thought His Highness was too busy and didn't report this matter. They were afraid that it would affect His Highness' mood."

Zhu Zhanjun thought about it and it seemed that this was really the case.

He came back last month. Xiaoyu, who had always wanted to have a child, was a little uneasy that night and seemed to want to say something but stopped herself several times.

Zhu Zhanjun didn't care at that time. After finishing, he hugged Xiaoyu and fell asleep.

At that time, he was dealing with the matters of Xiaowogua and Bangzi, and he reminded everyone at the beginning that if it was not such an important matter, they should not disturb him and distract him.

This was probably the reason why Xiaoyu did not report his brother's serious illness to Zhu Zhanjun.

Thinking of this, Zhu Zhanjun's cold expression relaxed a lot.

"Have you sent anyone to check it out? Have you consulted the imperial physician?"

He stood up and thought about going to see his brother-in-law's part-time subordinate.

"Your Highness, you'd better not go. According to the imperial physician's investigation, it seems to be tuberculosis."

Zhu Zhanjun did not stop.

His body was so strong that it was even stronger than those who had received countless vaccines in later generations. Let alone tuberculosis, even smallpox was useless against him.

Liangzi had no choice but to follow behind.

After leaving the palace, Zhu Zhanjun went straight to Qiu Yuan's residence.

This mansion was the former Qiu Mansion, which was given to the Qiu family as a reward by Zhu Zhanjun in recognition of their contributions.

When they arrived at Qiu's house, they found that the door was closed and several disabled veterans were standing guard outside.

"Your Highness."

Several veterans walked forward excitedly.

"How is Qiu Yuan now?" Zhu Zhanjun asked with concern, looking at the courtyard behind.

One of the veterans sighed, "Not very well. He's in a coma from time to time, rarely awake, and keeps coughing when he wakes up."

Zhu Zhanjun nodded, and despite the old soldier's obstruction, he walked into the Qiu family mansion and found Qiu Yuan resting on the bed.

At this moment, Qiu Yuan no longer had his usual gentle and refined appearance. His face was gloomy, and even in a semi-comatose state, he would cough from time to time.

"How did you get this disease?"

Zhu Zhanjun frowned and asked Mrs. Qiu, who was crying beside him.

"Two months ago, this kid suddenly went to Yunnan and Guizhou for an investigation. As a result, when crossing a river, the boat suddenly sank."

"Several people on the boat drowned. Although Yuan'er was rescued, he also choked on a lot of water."

"I didn't find a boat that day, so I rested for a night. The next day, I started coughing. I went to many doctors, including the imperial physician, but my condition didn't improve. Instead, it got worse."

Listening to Mrs. Qiu's story, Zhu Zhanjun gradually became cold.

The boat capsized in the water, and I choked on the water and got lung disease. What a familiar routine.

It seems that some guys, seeing that he is not easily dissolved in water, stretched out their hands to his men.

Qiu Yuan is in charge of the entire Veterans Chamber of Commerce, and is responsible for the dispatch of various high-yield grains.

If he doesn't want to give it, it will be useless even if the old man comes.

"Has anyone looked for him before?"

Mrs. Qiu shook her head: "Yuan'er rarely talks to us about serious matters, and most of the time he is working in the Chamber of Commerce and rarely comes home."

Zhu Zhanjun did not ask any more questions. He said to Xiaohu who was following him, "Go to Tiangongfang to find the old man who made the drug and ask him how his research on penicillin is going. If there is a finished product, give it to my brother-in-law first."

After Xiaohu left, Zhu Zhanjun said to Liangzi, "Ji Gang has returned. Cooperate with him. I want a list of everyone at the grand court meeting the day after tomorrow."

"Remember, no matter who it is, from the royal family to the noble families, except for my grandparents, my wife and children, anyone who is involved must be watched to death."

Zhu Zhanjun's expressionless command gave Liangzi a creepy feeling.

He knew that his prince was really angry, and the number of people who would die this time would probably not be less than that in the Yongle Empty Seal Case.

After Liangzi left, Zhu Zhanjun looked at Qiu Yuan, who was lying unconscious on the bed, and muttered to himself, "I can give it to you, but you can't take it away. Since you have made up your mind, it means that you are also ready to send your whole family to hell."

Zhu Zhanjun agreed with the old man's words, but he also had other ideas.

As the superior, he is indeed the distributor of benefits. But if he does not give the benefits and instead takes them secretly, this is a lack of face.

Since the people below don't give face, don't blame Zhu Zhanjun for being ruthless and just overturning the table.

He, Zhu Zhanjun, is no longer the little grandson of the emperor who had just returned from the north and had no power or strength.

Now he has grown into a giant. Just by stomping his feet, the whole Ming Dynasty will tremble.

(End of this chapter)