Zhu Yuanzhang in the cellar

Chapter 320 The Emperor Wants to Become an Immortal

Deep within the imperial palace, in a magnificent hall, Emperor Jiajing, dressed in a white robe, sat quietly cross-legged on a prayer mat.

Before me, a three-legged incense burner was burning, with wisps of blue smoke rising straight up.

His face looked slightly haggard. It was April of the 45th year of the Jiajing reign. He was 59 years old this year, and only eight months away from his death in history.

In February, Hai Rui, a senior official in the Ministry of Revenue, submitted a memorial entitled "Memorial on Public Security".

Emperor Jiajing was furious, believing that the civil official group was trying to force him to abdicate, and that Hai Rui had been sent out to lead the charge.

He then ordered Huang Jin, Chen Hong, Feng Bao, and others to conduct a thorough investigation.

But after investigation, it was discovered that Hai Rui had acted alone, while Xu Jie, Li Chunfang, Gao Yao, and others had completely shirked responsibility, and the civil service group seemed to be genuinely unaware of the matter.

Jiajing had originally intended to engage in a power struggle with the civil official group, but his efforts were in vain. He looked around with his sword drawn, feeling bewildered and unsure of who to blame.

Finally, Huang Jin's words, "This man was known for his madness. When he submitted his memorial, he knew he had offended the emperor and deserved to die. He bought a coffin, bid farewell to his wife and children, and awaited punishment at court. His servants also scattered and none of them stayed behind. He did not flee," left Jiajing speechless.

Although angry, Jiajing ultimately chose to keep Hai Rui's memorial to himself and ordered the Embroidered Uniform Guard to imprison him, without taking any major action on the matter.

However, Hai Rui's harsh criticism of him in his memorial on public order still enraged Jiajing.

The saying goes, "A lie won't hurt you, but the truth is the sharpest knife."

Besides harshly criticizing him in the "Memorial on Public Security," the main point was to completely expose the peaceful facade that Yan Song had cultivated over the years.

Jiajing's wounds were ripped open, causing him to completely break down.

Did Emperor Jiajing not know all these years that Yan Song and his son had been covering up the truth?
Of course he knew.

But he didn't want to care, and was too lazy to care, only concerned with his own path to immortality.

In the past, he could have pretended to be confused and said that these things were done by his subordinates and had nothing to do with him.

However, in his memorial on maintaining order, Hai Rui directly criticized Jiajing himself, saying that he "neglected state affairs and was obsessed with Taoist practices," and that he "favored treacherous officials and blocked channels of communication."

Other phrases such as "exploiting the people, causing them to suffer" and "being stubborn and refusing to listen to advice, harming loyal officials" were like a knife piercing Jiajing's heart.

At this time, Jiajing finally realized two things.

One thing is that Hai Rui was a complete hothead.

The second thing is that he seems to have lost the absolute control he once had over the civil service.

If Cui Wen and Yan Song were still alive, even if Hai Rui used this last-minute reporting tactic, this so-called "congratulatory memorial" would not have been delivered to him.

Although Huang Jin and Chen Hong were his confidants, they were not as intelligent as Cui Wen.

Without Yan Song, Jiajing lost control over the civil service.

The raincoat and umbrella that Jiajing was originally wearing were thrown away by Jiajing himself.

The surging waters of the Yangtze and Yellow Rivers, flowing from both inside and outside the palace, began to lash against him.

Upon realizing this, Jiajing felt he had aged considerably.

He spent his whole life playing power games, only to find that he was destroyed by power games in the end. He lost his reputation and his hope of immortality.

The hardships of his later years left Jiajing somewhat bewildered, leaving him speechless.

"Train your physique."

After an unknown amount of time, Jiajing unconsciously uttered a verse again.

But when the words reached his lips, hearing his own voice so hoarse, he could only manage a bitter smile.

This "Memorial on Governance" is not just a simple scolding; it directly points out the futility of cultivating immortality—Even Yao, Shun, Yu, and Tang did not achieve immortality, so how many alchemists have actually succeeded? What kind of dreams are they having?
Hai Rui practically ripped away Jiajing's dreams of being a wise ruler and achieving immortality, leaving him with nothing but a fig leaf. This devastating blow left Jiajing utterly devastated.

Jiajing raised his head and looked at the palace ceiling. His eyes had become somewhat cloudy, and his expression became dazed.

Am I really that bad?
"Beep beep!"

Just then, a huge rumbling sound suddenly came from outside the Qianqing Palace.

There were constant exclamations outside.

"Oh my god, what's that? There's something flying in the sky."

"It's coming down, it's coming down! It looks like a huge bird! My God, it's so big!"

"Could it be that His Majesty has achieved immortality and has come to escort him to the ranks of the immortals?"

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty!"

Huang Jin, Chen Hong, and the others rushed in, their faces beaming with joy, exclaiming, "Great news! Great news!"

"Where does happiness come from?"

Jiajing slowly came to his senses. He had actually heard some noise outside, but his palace was some distance from the outer hall, so he couldn't hear it very clearly.

Huang Jin entered and knelt on the ground, pointing outside and shouting, "Your Majesty, a big bird has come outside!"

"Big bird?"

Jiajing asked in bewilderment, "How big is it?"

"It wasn't very clear, but it was about five or six zhang long! It made a rumbling sound as it came towards the palace. The guards all said that it was coming to escort His Majesty to the ranks of immortals."

The two of them gestured and described it.

One zhang in the Ming Dynasty was about 3.11 meters. The fuselage length of the Blue Whale 10 is 32 meters. According to the description of the people in the Ming Dynasty, it should be ten zhang. However, since it is in the sky, their vision is naturally not very accurate.

Moreover, for ancient times, a bird that was more than 10 meters long was already quite extraordinary, almost impossible, and could naturally be called a miracle.

Upon hearing their words, Jiajing was first taken aback, then overjoyed. He suddenly stood up from the bed and exclaimed with delight, "I knew Hai Rui was talking nonsense! How could there be no immortals in this world? It must be because Heaven was moved by my decades of diligent cultivation. Quickly, put my clothes on! There must be an immortal on that big bird!"

"Hurry up."

Huang Jin and Chen Hong hurriedly instructed the palace maids on either side to help Jiajing put on his dragon robe.

He went to the bronze mirror, straightened his clothes slightly, and only after making sure he was dressed properly did he rush to the main hall of the Qianqing Palace.

Upon arriving at the main hall, his initial eagerness subsided, his face became calm, and he slowly stepped out of the threshold onto the platform outside the hall.

Many guards stood on the white jade steps of the platform outside the palace, as well as under the eaves, all looking up at the sky.

He also looked up at the sky.

Sure enough, a large bird appeared that day and was slowly descending.

Blue Whale 10 had just circled in the sky for a while, in order to find a suitable landing spot.

The aircraft slowly descended, and the huge whirlwind kept the surrounding guards at a distance, preventing them from getting close.

Soon the transport plane slowly came to a stop on the square outside the Qianqing Palace. The square is 130 meters long from north to south and 50 meters wide from east to west, which is more than enough space to park a Blue Whale 10.

As Jiajing descended the steps and reached the square, the propellers of the aircraft had not yet completely stopped, and the wind whipped his long robes, making him feel as if he were floating on air.

He looked the so-called big bird up and down. Its lines and curves were smooth, and its appearance was very fierce. There was a transparent glass window in front, and he could vaguely see two figures inside.

"As expected of an immortal! Only immortals possess such a divine artifact!"

Emperor Jiajing was overjoyed, and tears welled up in his eyes.

For some reason, ever since Hai Rui submitted his memorial, he had been suppressing his feelings and his heart was filled with extreme sorrow.

It was nothing that Hai Rui scolded him; it was nothing that the Ming Dynasty was beset by internal and external troubles, and that he himself seemed to have lost complete control over the civil service group.

What truly drove him to despair was the end of his path to immortality; even at the age of sixty, he saw no hope of ascending to heaven.

So when Hai Rui pointed this out, who could know the pain in Jiajing's heart?
In despair and pain, this may be the last time of his life, as his path to immortality is blocked and shattered.

But today.

He felt that perhaps the infamy he had borne for decades was worth it.

Even if one tacitly approves of corrupt officials harming the people and tacitly approves of increased taxes leading to widespread suffering, how can it compare to one's own glorious immortal path?

"I've succeeded! I've succeeded!"

Emperor Jiajing raised his hands high and shouted loudly, "I am about to become an immortal!"

The cargo door of the transport plane slowly opened.

That moment.

He seemed to see several white-haired, youthful-looking immortals inside, smiling at him and inviting him in.

Then he rode the great bird away, gracefully ascending to the heavens and entering the legendary immortal realm, where he was enrolled in the ranks of immortals and became immortal.

The cabin door opened.

The sight that came into view made Jiajing's smile falter.

There is indeed an old man with white hair and a youthful face.

But he was wearing a dragon robe and his face was full of anger.

The next second, he roared, "You bastard, what have you become!"

Then a slap came across his face.

"Snapped!"

Jiajing was so shocked by the slap that he saw stars, took two steps back and fell to the ground, staring blankly at Zhu Yuanzhang.

Not only was he stunned, but the eunuchs and guards around him were also stunned.

This is the emperor of the Ming Dynasty.

Despite constant court intrigues, His Majesty has remained as stable as Mount Tai for decades since his ascension to the throne. Apart from the Renyin Palace Coup, at least no one has dared to attack His Majesty.

So for a moment, everyone was stunned and at a loss.

It wasn't until a few seconds later that Huang Jin and Chen Hong snapped out of their daze and shouted, "Assassins! Assassins!"

Old Zhu stepped forward and grabbed Jiajing. Mao Xiang and the others filed out, pointing their assault rifles at the crowd and shouting, "Nobody is allowed to move! Move and you'll die!"

No one knew what the dark gun barrel was, but they could see that Old Zhu had lifted Jiajing up like a chick. For a moment, they were hesitant to act rashly.

Huang Jin hurriedly shouted, "Heroes, heroes, I'll give you whatever you want, just don't harm His Majesty!"

"Who are you?"

Only then did Jiajing realize what was happening and struggled desperately.

However, although he was about the same age as Zhu Yuanzhang, he was far inferior in strength.

Years of consuming elixirs had depleted his body; while he wouldn't collapse at the slightest breeze, his physique was extremely weak.

In contrast, consider Old Zhu.

Putting aside his abnormally vigorous energy, the fact that he came from a military background is incomparable to that of Jiajing, who was a regional prince.

In addition, Old Zhu had a good physique in his early years and maintained physical labor for many years, often practicing with spears and sticks to strengthen his body. In terms of strength, he was not like a sixty-year-old man at all, but more like a forty-year-old strong man.

In this situation, even though Jiajing struggled desperately, Zhu Yuanzhang grabbed the back of his neck with one hand and pinned his hands behind his back with the other, leaving him powerless to resist.

"Go inside the hall!"

Without saying much, Zhu Yuanzhang grabbed Jiajing and headed towards the Qianqing Palace.

The surrounding guards were forced to retreat and could only make way, watching helplessly as Zhu Yuanzhang, protected by numerous Hongwu guards, entered the main hall of the Qianqing Palace.

Upon entering the main hall, a strong aroma of incense wafted towards him. Although incense was also burned in the Qianqing Palace of the Hongwu Ming Dynasty, it was not done as frequently, so the strong smell still made Old Zhu frown.

There were also some Taoist symbols, such as the Bagua diagram hanging on the back wall above the main hall, and the golden dragons that were originally carved on the surrounding pillars, but now they have been changed to the Four Symbols and the Eight Immortals. Zhu Yuanzhang felt his scalp tingle and glared at Jiajing.

Upon reaching the platform, Mao Xiang, Jiang Huan, and others surrounded it, preventing anyone from approaching. Then they shouted loudly, "His Majesty the Great Ancestor has descended to earth! Everyone, lay down your weapons and kneel down on the spot!"

"what"

Those around them stared in disbelief, exchanging bewildered glances.

Zhu threw Jiajing down and kicked him, saying, "Make them kneel down now. I don't want to kill anyone yet."

Jiajing raised his head in confusion and saw that Zhu Yuanzhang was already sitting on his dragon throne, looking at him majestically. His lips trembled before he said softly, "Kneel down, all of you!"

"louder please!"

Old Zhu angrily rebuked, "Look at the way you've behaved as emperor! You've been emperor for decades, yet you have no spirit at all. Have you gone mad from taking those poison pills?"

"Everyone kneel down!"

Jiajing had no choice but to shout loudly.

After a moment's hesitation, Huang Jin and the others knelt down on the ground.

They were not intimidated by Zhu Yuanzhang's status, but rather because Jiajing had been captured and held hostage, and they dared not disobey.

But Old Zhu made a surprising remark.

He looked at Jiajing, who was sitting on the ground looking somewhat bewildered, and said coldly, "Jiajing, Jiajing, every household is clean and has no surplus wealth. You are a good emperor."

Jiajing regained his senses and asked in return, "Who exactly are you? What does it matter to you what kind of emperor I am?"

"Snapped!"

Zhu Yuanzhang slammed his hand on the armrest and rebuked, "I am Zhu Yuanzhang, the founding emperor of the Ming Dynasty. I conquered this land. You have ruined the land I left behind, and you still say it has nothing to do with me?" "You say you are the founding emperor, so be it?"

Jiajing was skeptical, even though he had witnessed the plane's descent and believed it was divine intervention.

However, the other party's intentions were not good, and they even claimed to be the Taizu Emperor, which aroused suspicion in the already suspicious Jiajing Emperor.

Could it be that the ministers in the court hired some powerful martial arts figures to stage a play in order to force him to abdicate?
just
Are there really martial arts practitioners in this world who can fly and disappear into the earth?
Therefore, Jiajing did not believe it, yet dared not completely disbelieve it.

Zhu Yunfeng said from the side, "That's the problem. Apart from Zhu Di and Zhu Gaochi, no other emperor will believe you. Ancestor, should we take this old bastard to Hongwu and give him a beating? The fourth emperor, who was originally the Taizong Emperor, had his temple name changed to Chengzu. He would definitely want to beat him up."

"Okay, okay."

To everyone's surprise, Jiajing was overjoyed upon hearing this and said, "Take me there, I want to go and see Hongwu."

To reach Hongwu, that would require divine intervention.

This means that his Great Ming Emperor Taizu has become a deity. If Taizu has become a deity, why can't he become one too?

"A round trip takes two hours. I don't want to wait. I'll just beat him up and go back."

Seeing that Jiajing was completely obsessed with cultivating immortality, Emperor Zhu was somewhat disappointed. Then he said, "Jiajing is already ruined. Summon Zhu Zaiji later and have him come with me to Hongwu. As long as Zhu Zaiji doesn't die too soon, there is still hope for the Ming Dynasty."

"No, no, no, take me there, take me there."

When Jiajing heard that Zhu Yuanzhang was not taking him, he panicked and, disregarding his image, scrambled to his feet, his hair disheveled and his face contorted in a ferocious expression. Pointing at himself, he said, "I am not deposed! I can still be saved!"

"Snapped!"

Old Zhu slapped him again, angrily saying, "You beast, for all the things you've done over the past few decades, even if I become an immortal, I won't take you with me!"

Upon seeing this, Zhu Yunfeng asked, "Who is Huang Jin?"

Huang Jin raised his head in confusion.

"Go and bring Prince Yu here. Let him go with the founding emperor to Hongwu. The founding emperor has some things to tell him."

"Don't call him Prince Yu! He's my son. Why should he try to take my place among the immortals?"

Jiajing shouted.

Old Zhu shook his head with a wry smile.

How come there are so many oddballs among these descendants?

Although he knew that Jiajing was obsessed with cultivating immortality, little did he know that this fellow had become obsessed with it to the point of demonic possession.

Perhaps it was he himself who gave him the hope of becoming an immortal. Decades of reverence materialized at this moment, driving him almost to madness.

Thinking of this, Old Zhu said to Jiang Huan, "Jiang Huan, gag him."

"Yes."

Jiang Huan came up, tied Jiajing's hands behind his back, and gagged him with a leather belt.

Jiajing continued to sob.

Huang Jin was caught in a dilemma, but Zhu Yunfeng shouted, "Hurry up and go! If the founding emperor gets angry, he might kill you all. Don't think it's impossible. Mao Xiang, give them a chance to live."

Mao Xiang picked up his assault rifle, aimed it at the wooden pillars inside the hall, and fired "rat-a-tat-tat!" Flames shot from the muzzle, and wood chips flew everywhere in an instant, destroying the Four Symbols images on them.

Everyone was startled. Huang Jin had no choice but to bite the bullet and leave the hall. Then he hurriedly ran out and asked someone to summon Prince Yu and the officials.

By this time, news of the unusual situation in the palace had already spread.

After all, the commotion caused by Blue Whale 10 was too great. People inside and outside the palace were not fools and had already seen a large bird land in the palace.

Therefore, Xu Jie, Li Chunfang, Gao Gong, Guo Pu, Hu Song, Gao Yao, Zhang Juzheng and other cabinet ministers and vice ministers of the six ministries all came out of their respective offices and went to the Meridian Gate to look around.

A moment later, someone rushed out of the palace, and many high-ranking officials gathered around to inquire about the situation. They learned that someone claiming to be the founding emperor had descended to earth and captured the Jiajing Emperor. Everyone was shocked and rushed into the palace, heading towards the Qianqing Palace.

Prince Yu, Zhu Zaiji, was also summoned from his residence and rushed to the palace.

In contrast, many officials went in first. As soon as they arrived at the square outside the Qianqing Palace, they saw the huge Blue Whale 10 transport plane, but they were only briefly amazed before hurriedly entering the main hall of the Qianqing Palace.

Everyone saw that an old man in a dragon robe was indeed sitting on the steps above the main hall, while the Jiajing Emperor was tied up and pressed to the side, his mouth gagged so he could not make a sound.

"Be bold!"

Upon seeing this, Zhang Juzheng flew into a rage and exclaimed, "You madman! How dare you imprison His Majesty!"

"Who are you to be so arrogant?"

Zhu Yunfeng said unhappily, "Didn't you see His Majesty the Great Ancestor reprimanding his descendants? Do you have the right to speak?"

"I am Zhang Juzheng, the Right Vice Minister of the Ministry of Rites!"

Zhang Juzheng shouted.

"Humph."

Zhu Yunfeng snorted coldly, took out his phone, and read aloud: "The one sitting in front of you is a man of extraordinary talent, heroic and wise, with a magnificent appearance, a dragon-like bearing, and a face as bright as the sun and the moon. The founding emperor of China who rose from the poorest background, the most inspiring commoner emperor, the terminator of the Mongol Yuan Dynasty that swept across Eurasia, the recoverer of the Sixteen Prefectures of Yan and Yun, the first person in Chinese history to successfully launch a Northern Expedition, the one who rebuilt the spirit of the Han people, the restorer of the Han people in both the North and South, the reshaper of Chinese culture, the nightmare of gentry and corrupt officials, the abolitioner of the two-thousand-year-old prime minister system, a monk, a beggar, Zhu Chongba, Zhu Xing." Emperor Taizu of Ming, Zhu Yuanzhang, also known as Zhu Guorui, Grand Chancellor of the Southern Song Dynasty, Left Chancellor of the Jiangnan Provincial Secretariat, Duke of Wu, King of Wu, founder of the last Han Chinese dynasty, the initiator of the Hongwu era, one of the most diligent and benevolent emperors in Chinese history, one of the key targets of slander by officials and gentry of the Ming and Qing dynasties and the Manchu Qing dynasty, the Great Ming Taizu, the Holy and Divine Emperor, the Emperor Who Opened the Way and Established the Era, the Great Sage and the Divine Benevolent and Righteous Emperor—Zhu Yuanzhang!

Old Zhu frowned upon hearing these words.

Many of the officials below were completely bewildered and had no idea what he was talking about.

But to sum it up, it can be summed up in one sentence: The person sitting above is Zhu Yuanzhang, the founding emperor of the Ming Dynasty!
"Nonsense! What proof do you have that the person who came is Emperor Taizu?"

Zhang Juzheng did not believe in Taoism.

Whether I am the founding emperor or not is not for you to believe.

Old Zhu slowly stood up, walked slowly down the stage, and approached Zhang Juzheng.

He exuded immense pressure, and Zhang Juzheng frowned, his mind racing with the question of whether to subdue him and bring back His Majesty.

But Old Zhu was tall and strong, which forced him to abandon the idea.

Success is okay.

If we fail, His Majesty will be in danger.

"Are you Zhang Juzheng?"

Old Zhu said.

"That is I."

Zhang Juzheng answered with his head held high.

"very good."

Old Zhu pointed at him, then turned to Zhu Yunfeng and smiled, "I like this guy."

"Then let him accompany Zhu Zaiji to Hongwu for two days."

Zhu Yunfeng said.

"Ah."

Zhu nodded, pointed his finger at Zhang Juzheng's chest, and said in an unquestionable tone, "You will come with me later, and I will have someone send you back in a few days."

Zhang Juzheng was momentarily filled with doubt and uncertainty.

The person in front of me wasn't asking questions, but making decisions directly, as if no one was allowed to question them.

He was all too familiar with that tone; it belonged to someone in a superior position.

A person's appearance can be imitated, and clothes can be copied, but their temperament cannot be imitated.

At that moment, not only him, but many officials around him felt that the person in front of them was more like an emperor than Jiajing.

"Prince Yu has arrived!"

Just then, someone outside shouted.

Zhu Zaiji rushed in, first surveying the situation in the hall, then looking at Jiajing who had been beaten by Zhu Yuanzhang, and exclaimed in surprise, "Father!"

"Are you Zhu Zaiji?"

Old Zhu asked.

"Who are you?"

Zhu Zaiji looked at the old man in the dragon robe in front of him.

Zhu Yuanzhang looked him up and down, then shook his head and said, "He is a good emperor, but he is addicted to women and cannot control himself, which suggests he will die young. But it doesn't matter. Come with me to the Hongwu era and you will understand everything. I can also find a way to extend your life then. Are you willing?"

Zhu Zaiji was also surprised and doubtful, and widened his eyes, saying, "What nonsense are you talking about? The founding emperor has been gone for more than a hundred years."

"I'm asking you, are you going or not?"

Old Zhu frowned.

"Don't go."

"That's not up to you. If we offered your father in exchange, would you still not go? He'd love to go."

"This"

Zhu Zaiji hesitated.

In the end, he could only grit his teeth and say, "I'll go alone."

no way.

In ancient society, it was considered unfilial for him not to go in place of his father.

Although he had been Jiajing's only son since the death of Prince Jing, Zhu Zaizhen, refusing to agree would violate ethical norms.

"Yes, good child, don't worry, your ancestor will not harm you. He just wants you to take care of your health and not die young."

Old Zhu said in a deep voice, "Besides, this is for your own good. I hope you can have a healthy body in the future and have more smart children."

As he spoke, Zhu Zaiji was still somewhat angry. Pointing at Zhu Zaiji's forehead, he angrily rebuked him: "I get furious just thinking about this. Look at those two idiots you raised, Zhu Yijun and Zhu Yiliu. After you died from excessive indulgence, Zhu Yijun ascended the throne, with the reign title Wanli. Zhang Juzheng reformed the corrupt practices, resulting in a brief period of revival during the ten years of Wanli's reign. Not only was the national treasury prosperous, but the layers of corruption by officials were also reduced, alleviating the burden on the people. However, your stupid son Zhu Yijun immediately abolished the new policies after Zhang Juzheng's death, causing the country to fall into a period of rampant corruption, leading to the decline of the people and sowing the seeds of the Ming Dynasty's demise. If you hadn't been emperor for six years and had no other faults besides being lustful, I wouldn't have wanted your stupid son to ascend the throne."

This passage contains a great deal of hidden information.

All the officials around him looked at Zhang Juzheng, who himself stared wide-eyed in disbelief.

Only Zhu Zaiji's face turned red. Being called a lecherous man must have made him unhappy, but the other person was talking about something in the future. Although he didn't know if it was true or not, the person sounded very certain, which made him very suspicious.

Could the other party really be the founding emperor?

"Alright, come with me!"

Without another word, Old Zhu waved his sleeves and stepped out of the hall.

Although there were many officials and guards around, none of them dared to stop him because of his imposing presence.

Mao Xiang and Jiang Huan escorted Jiajing out.

Hongwu soldiers protected the left and right sides, with Zhu Zaiji and Zhang Juzheng following behind.

Upon exiting the main hall, Zhu Yuanzhang took the lead and went to the transport plane. He then turned to Zhu Zaiji and Zhang Juzheng and said, "You two come with me."

The two exchanged a glance, then looked at Jiajing, who was being held captive beside them, and had no choice but to bite the bullet and board the plane.

The Hongwu soldiers then filed in.

Old Zhu stood at the cabin door and said, "Put him down."

Mao Xiang and Jiang Huan pushed Jiajing towards Huang Jin, who then embraced him.

Zhu said to the officials outside, "You should all do your duties. I will return in a couple of days. I have some things to do then."

After saying that, he gave a meaningful look to some of the officials present.

There are quite a few corrupt officials among them.

Take Xu Jie for example. He owned 400,000 mu of land in Shanghai, and he amassed as much wealth as Yan Song over the years.

The cabin door closed slowly.

Zhu Yunfeng stood by the window, first glancing at the tense Zhang Juzheng beside him, then looking out the window, and suddenly sighed, "It would be great if it snowed at this time of year. Playing Guanshan Wine would really feel right."

Nobody understood what he was saying.

After the cabin door closed, the propellers began to turn.

The powerful winds forced the guards surrounding the transport plane to retreat.

Huang Jin and Chen Hong had already taken Jiajing away and removed the belt that had been used to gag him.

With his hair disheveled, Jiajing saw the transport plane slowly taking off. Suddenly, he struggled desperately and shouted, "Emperor Taizu, take me away! Take me away! I believe you are Emperor Taizu!"

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty."

Huang Jin and Chen Hong desperately tried to stop him.

Jiajing cried out, "Release me! Release me! I want to cultivate immortality! I want to become an immortal! Hahahaha! The Taizu Emperor was an immortal! I want to follow the Taizu Emperor and become an immortal too!"

His expression was a mixture of crying and laughing, anger and joy, as if he had fallen into madness.

(End of this chapter)