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

Chapter 84 The Clash between Aristocratic Family and Imperial Power (Subscription Request)

"Little guy, you have to understand that what Grandpa did today was all for you and our future descendants."

The old man sat back on the brocade couch and slowly said, "Your great grandfather and I were able to suppress them because we really dared to kill them and were not afraid of any infamy."

"But I will eventually become like your great grandfather, I will grow old and leave."

"As the world becomes peaceful, the power of the military will decline, and these scholars will rise again."

The old man showed a hint of sarcasm on his face: "To cultivate oneself, govern the country and bring peace to the world is the ideal aspiration of these scholars."

"But since ancient times, how many people have achieved this? And how many people have been blinded by power and tried to sideline the emperor and control the government."

"Once the emperor loses power, it will be extremely difficult for the royal family to regain power."

"They will not give up the rights they have obtained. They will pass them down from generation to generation until they bring this empire to its end."

"Families are permanent, dynasties are changing. This has been an eternal fact for nearly a thousand years."

"Their power is deeply rooted in the local area. We cannot lose the only court for the emperor."

"Once the emperor loses power, and the next emperor does something that displeases them, you will see countless surprises."

"Falling into the water, getting sick, all kinds of reasons, all kinds of ridiculous ways of dying."

Zhu Zhanjun listened in silence.

All that the old man said was demonstrated one by one from the Ming Dynasty to the Yongle period.

After the Battle of Tumu, the military generals’ group was completely destroyed, the civil officials took control of the military power and grasped the core of power.

The emperor seemed to have enormous power, but the constraints and helplessness he faced were so numerous that the history books probably didn’t even record even a fraction of them.

As for those so-called loyal ministers of the Ming Dynasty, only they themselves knew who they were loyal to.

Zhu Zhanjun also understood in his heart that if all power was in the hands of the emperor alone, it might not be a good thing for the world.

If the ruler is wise, it will be a blessing for the world. If he is foolish, lustful and tyrannical, the world will suffer.

But he is the grandson of the emperor, who will strive to become the crown prince and even the emperor in the future.

As a man with ambition and ideals, the benefits of this exclusive monopoly to him are almost self-evident.

Regardless of status or the old man's trust, Zhu Zhanjun will stand on the old man's side unconditionally.

This is the principle that the head follows the buttocks. No matter what position you sit in, you must consider the interests of the group in that position.

Zhu Zhanjun looked at the old man and said, "Grandpa, have you ever thought about how to stop it if the situation gets too serious?"

The old man chuckled when he heard this, retracted his foot and looked at Zhu Zhanjun: "Little guy, you still don't understand the cause and effect. It is precisely because of your thinking that they are fearless."

Zhu Zhanjun fell into deep thought.

The old man's words made him understand instantly.

Why did those ministers dare to protest together? It was because they knew in their hearts that the emperor could not do without them.

Whether the old man takes back the imperial edict or keeps it in his hands temporarily, it would be a retreat of imperial power and a compromise with these ministers.

Will the old man compromise?
I don’t know about other emperors, but the old man will be like his father Zhu Yuanzhang and will never compromise.

"My grandson understands."

The old man nodded with satisfaction, stood up and walked to the imperial desk, handing the blank imperial edict to Zhu Zhanjun.

"Go ahead, go back and do your own thing. Don't worry about this matter. Grandpa will take care of everything."

Zhu Zhanjun nodded, took the imperial edict respectfully, turned around and walked out.

This imperial edict is of extraordinary significance to Zhu Zhanjun.

With the imperial seal in his hands, Zhu Zhanjun could not play any role and would instead become a burden.

But this imperial edict is different. It is like a veto and decision-making power of a gangster group.

Whether to use it or not is one thing, but it must not be without.

"Oh, right."

Before Zhu Zhanjun even stepped out of the door, the old man reminded him from behind: "Go to the East Palace and ask your eldest brother to bring a cushion to your father. His legs are not in good condition, and kneeling for too long will hurt his body."

Zhu Zhanjun stopped and looked back at the old man. The old man just smiled meaningfully, then lowered his head, picked up the imperial seal, and looked at it carefully.

"Son, is this true?"

As Zhu Zhanjun arrived at the Eastern Palace, his mother Zhang, who was walking around in circles with her dog under the pavilion, hurried over to greet him.

Zhu Zhanjun nodded, took out the imperial edict and waved it.

"Wang!"

The poor little dog was thrown aside by Zhang, who took the imperial edict from Zhu Zhanjun's hand. She took a deep breath, slowly opened it, and looked at the blank content and the incomprehensible bird seal script. Zhang's expression was particularly complicated.

This imperial edict completely confirmed the concerns she and her husband had had over the past few days.

After a moment of silence, she rolled up the imperial edict and placed it in Zhu Zhanjun's arms. "Keep it well. Don't use it unless it's absolutely necessary. Even if you have to use it, you must think it over carefully and think twice before acting."

Zhu Zhanjun nodded, "Grandpa asked my eldest brother to bring a mat to my father, saying that his legs and feet are not in good condition and the ground is too hard, which will hurt his body."

Zhang sighed, "I'll ask your brother to take it over later. You should stay at the imperial manor for the next few days and don't come back unless necessary."

Zhu Zhanjun nodded, then drove away from the palace and returned to his own imperial estate.

"The court is about to unleash a bloody storm."

Zhu Biao, who watched the entire thing, sighed.

Old Zhu sneered and said, "These people should be controlled, otherwise we won't know whether the Ming Dynasty has the surname Zhu or not in the future."

Zhu Biao said nothing.

There is no right or wrong in this matter, it’s just that the positions and interests are different.

If he were sitting in the fourth position, he would make the same decision.

Two days passed in the blink of an eye.

"Your Highness."

As soon as Zhu Zhanjun walked out of the breeding room, Liangzi came up to him.

The two walked into the study, Zhu Zhanjun asked them to sit down, and asked, "How is the situation?"

Although the old man didn't let him get involved in this matter, Zhu Zhanjun was still very curious about the current results.

"It's a bit noisy."

Liang Zi said solemnly, "The ministers knelt for a whole day that day. Several old ministers could not bear it and fainted and were taken to the Imperial Hospital."

"When it got dark, the chief steward drove everyone out on the pretext of a palace ban."

"Most of them went back, but a few people knelt at the palace gate."

"Yesterday morning, nearly a hundred students and some famous people sat in front of the palace gate."

"Around noon, some officials who were dealing with matters in various government offices also ran over to get involved."

"But when these officials were off duty in the afternoon, they returned to their respective offices, and then went back again after dinner, sitting until after midnight before returning to rest."

Hearing this, Zhu Zhanjun's mouth twitched.

"What about today?"

Liang Zi, who always had a cold expression, had a strange expression when he thought about the scene he saw today.

"It's almost the same as yesterday. The students and scholars went there early in the morning. There are more of them than yesterday. Most of the officials rushed there after finishing their official duties."

Zhu Zhanjun was speechless and amused when he heard this.

It is true that a person's reputation is like a tree's shadow. These people are aware of the old man's terror, and they also know that doing this will make the old man angry.

In order to prevent the old man from finding fault with them, these guys waited until they finished their official business before going to protest.

It is completely clear that we will do the work, but we will not give up even if there is protest.

In this way, even if the old man was angry, he could not cause trouble for them on the grounds of delaying court business.

What a pity, these people are too naive.

Is the old man the kind of emperor who looks for excuses to kill people?
He might have cared about face in the past, but now that the old man has the imperial seal, the stain of rebellion has been wiped out, so he is not afraid of this anymore.

"How is my father?"

Zhu Zhanjun thought of his father.

My fat dad is in poor health. If he joins these people in making trouble, he will definitely not be able to bear it.

"The prince fell ill. He became seriously ill the same day he returned home. He is bedridden!"

Liang Zi explained the result to the public, and then whispered: "I went to the East Palace to check. His Royal Highness the Crown Prince had six steamed buns, four bowls of porridge, and five eggs this morning."

Zhu Zhanjun was speechless.

I am indeed sick, very seriously.

I usually eat eight buns and five bowls of porridge. Today I ate so much less. It seems that my health is really not good.

(End of this chapter)