Ming Dynasty: The Crocodile King of Han Prince Zhu Gaoxu's Family

Chapter 22 How can the second son have such a good son?

After hearing what Emperor Yongle said, Little Sniffle went out silently with his head down. He soon arrived at a place with locked palace gates. All around him were busy eunuchs.

"General Manager"

When the "Grand Steward" and other eunuchs saw Little Nose, they all bowed quickly to greet him. Little Nose nodded without changing his expression and walked into the palace.

"Get all the information about Prince Han." After Little Nose entered the room, there was already a eunuch waiting for him inside. He spoke directly to the eunuch in front of him without any hesitation.

"Yes!" After hearing what Little Nose said, the eunuch opposite was obviously stunned for a moment, his eyes widened as if he didn't hear clearly. After being glared at by Little Nose, he quickly responded.

Little Sniff stood quietly, waiting for the eunuch opposite to bring the information. He looked up inadvertently and saw the cold and incomplete moon in the sky.

"The cold moon is half-waning, and the will of heaven is hard to predict." Little Sniffle looked up at the moon outside the window and said inexplicably, not knowing to whom he was talking.

But the middle-aged eunuch who came back with the information obviously heard it. He walked over quickly and looked at Little Nose in astonishment. He obviously wanted to ask something, but then he closed his mouth.

"General Manager, here is the information." After the middle-aged eunuch handed the information to Little Nose, his face was full of eagerness for knowledge.

"Goodbye." Little Nose obviously didn't want to say too much. After going out, he looked up at the moon in the sky meaningfully again, sighed, and walked quickly towards the direction of Emperor Yongle.

"Your Majesty, the information on the Prince of Han has been obtained." Little Nose came before Emperor Yongle again, and after saluting respectfully and reservedly as before, he handed a dozen pieces of information to Emperor Yongle with both hands.

"Hmm, let me see." Emperor Yongle glanced at Little Sniffle and handed the information over directly. Looking at the thick stack of documents, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart. He reached out and picked up the teacup again and took a sip. Hmm? Cold?!

After taking a sip of the herbal tea, Emperor Yongle suddenly had a picture flash through his mind.

His tall and strong grandson stood in front of him, looked at him with a smile and said, "Ah! Grandpa, your tea is cold too? Ouch! I get up earlier than a chicken, sleep later than a dog, eat worse than a pig, and am tired as a cow!"

Like a cow!
Like a cow!
You look like a cow!

"You are talking nonsense!" Emperor Yongle threw the teacup in his hand heavily onto the small tea table and shouted angrily before even opening the document!

"Your Majesty?!!" Little Sniff was dozing off in a corner of the palace. He stomped hard on the cocklebur plant beneath his feet; the thorny plant helped him stay awake. Even so, he was still a little drowsy. Suddenly, Emperor Yongle's angry shout jolted Little Sniff awake. He ignored all manner of etiquette and rushed directly to the Emperor, looking around with a wary expression.

"Ahem, it's okay. I just said that the tea is a little cold. Ask someone to change it to a hot cup." Emperor Yongle also came back to his senses after a shout, so he coughed twice awkwardly and asked Xiao Bishi to find someone to change him a cup of hot water.

He couldn't say that he had just had a hysterical fit, imagining that he was being mocked by his eldest grandson, which was why he lost his composure. That would be too embarrassing for Emperor Yongle.

"Yes, Your Majesty." Little Nose looked at the emperor with some confusion. He remembered that what he just heard didn't seem to be about changing tea, so why did it change?
However, what the emperor said was right. This was the foundation of his life, so he tacitly agreed with what the emperor said and quickly turned around to ask someone to get Emperor Yongle a cup of hot tea.

After a moment, Emperor Yongle took a sip of hot tea comfortably, his face full of pride and arrogance.

He then opened his grandson's profile. The more he looked at it, the more surprised he became. He seriously suspected that he had made a mistake. This profile was completely different from the one he knew as his eldest grandson.

Of course, he knew the basic information, such as birthday.

But the others are just too outrageous.

For example, the information says: "His Han prince is well-informed and has a strong memory, and is proficient in history." He only knows that his grandson did well in college, but he is not sure how well he did. It also says "proficient", but how proficient is he? How proficient in history can a sixteen-year-old kid be?

For example, the information says: The Prince of Han loves Taoism, practices Taoist health-preserving exercises, and is suspected of having the intention of going out to sea to search for immortals. He has been collecting information along the coast and is also trying to obtain detailed information about the treasure ship through the Prince of Han.

He only knew that his eldest grandson had found a Taoist teacher and practiced Taoist techniques, but that was useless. He might as well have taken two golden pills! He was also collecting coastal information and wanted information about treasure ships? You, a Han prince, don't study and manage your fiefdom properly. Are you thinking of becoming a river king or a sea king? Emperor Yongle muttered to himself.

For another example, the information says: The Prince of Han was very powerful. In the previous expedition to Aluta, he took the lead, his horse and men were armored, and he held a big knife. He killed sixteen enemy soldiers in a row and retreated calmly. After that, he did not change his expression and did not even vomit.

This made Emperor Yongle feel quite uncomfortable. What did he mean? Was this guy the reincarnation of the God of War? He killed sixteen enemy soldiers on his first battlefield without even vomiting. Wasn't this a clear mockery of people like him who vomited all over the place after returning from their first battlefield!

Also, the information says that this kid actually did not support his father in the fight for the crown prince position, and kept persuading his father, Prince Han, to become a vassal. The father and son had no idea how many times they had quarreled over this.

This left Emperor Yongle bewildered. Was this true? Was this boy truly the Prince of Han? His father desperately wanted to be the crown prince, yet he actually wanted to run away for his fiefdom? What royal heir wouldn't want the throne?
The document even mentions that this guy possessed a commanding presence and didn't use his eyes to intimidate people. Is that true? Emperor Yongle wasn't entirely skeptical. After all, a veteran soldier could certainly intimidate with his eyes. Perhaps this guy's eyes, after killing enemies on the battlefield, became uncontrollable, leading to everyone's fear of him.

He briefly summarized the contents of the information. In short, he, the prince of Han, was tall and strong, quite dignified, of good character, kind to others, not interested in women, talented in both literature and martial arts, liked to cultivate his health and practice Taoism, and was very curious about the sea!

No flaws?! Suddenly, Emperor Yongle Zhu Di seemed to have discovered an important point. He was immediately startled, frowned, stared at the information in his hand, and quickly looked through it again.

No! There really isn't any! Emperor Yongle solemnly put down the information in his hand, picked up the teacup on the table and took a sip.

"Hiss" hot tea tastes good, but it seems a bit scalding!

Emperor Yongle put down the teacup in his hand, turned his gaze back to the information in his hand, and read it carefully again.

There really are no shortcomings?!
How could the second son actually give birth to such an outstanding son? At this moment, Emperor Yongle fell into deep thought.

The eldest brother and I have worked together to create the present great world. Given his abilities, he will not be inferior after ascending the throne. I have nurtured my eldest son (Zhu Zhanji) from childhood, so he will not be inferior after ascending the throne. Both father and son are clearly qualified.

Looking at the information I have, and considering this Han prince, perhaps the second son is also a good choice?

At this time, Emperor Yongle was already trapped in the dilemma of making choices in his mind.

However, Emperor Yongle was soon puzzled by the battle report information about the expedition to Aluta.

This guy is tall and strong, wearing armor, and charging into battle with a machete weighing dozens of kilograms. This is a problem no matter how you look at it!
This pile of armor and swords must weigh hundreds of pounds. If this guy can carry it, then the horse can't carry it, right? Does this guy have such a good horse? ! !

"Little Nose, what kind of horse do you think the Prince of Han rode on the battlefield that was able to drag his armor and weapons?" Emperor Yongle, who was a little confused, suddenly asked Little Nose. In fact, he had nothing to say and was just trying to find something to say.

But who would have thought that when he asked this question, Little Sniffle would kneel down in front of him.

Emperor Yongle looked at Little Nose with a puzzled look, and slowly put down the teacup in his hand. He suddenly had a bad premonition!

　明成祖朱棣（1360年5月2日—1424年8月12日），明朝的第三位皇帝（1402-1424年在位），是朱元璋的第四子。

　　
　
(End of this chapter)