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

Chapter 84 Grandpa Zhu Zhanji, Dad, Drink Two More Bowls of Medicine
Everyone looked at the thick memorial in Zhu Zhanhe's hand with serious eyes, their eyes filled with solemnity and confusion.

"My dear son, what is your choice?" Emperor Yongle looked at the confused and helpless Zhu Zhanji with a serious face, waiting for Zhu Zhanji's choice with a determined face. In fact, everyone was waiting for Zhu Zhanji's choice, looking at him eagerly.

Facing the gazes of the crowd, Zhu Zhanji fell into silence for a while. After a long while, he finally seemed to have made up his mind and looked at his grandfather, Emperor Yongle, with resolute eyes.

"Grandfather, please spare Miss Sun's life. I am willing to give up the position of Crown Prince!

If that's not enough, I can go into exile!

You can also die!" Zhu Zhanji bowed his head to the ground, kowtowed heavily, his whole body trembling, and then pleaded loudly.

After hearing his son's words, Crown Prince Zhu Gaochi sighed silently and closed his eyes helplessly.

Even the Prince of Han, who was kneeling on the ground, looked at Zhu Zhanji in surprise and disbelief after hearing this.

Zhu Zhanhe looked at his cheap brother in surprise, which was somewhat unexpected.

The old monk Daoyan also closed his eyes silently, muttering something in his mouth, but no one knew what scriptures he was reciting!
"That memorial from Zhan He, concerning the country, is going to be read? Or not?" Upon hearing these words from his grandson, whom he had nurtured for so many years, Emperor Yongle felt so dejected that his teeth felt broken. But he still held onto a glimmer of hope deep in his heart and asked gently.

Zhu Zhanji, who was kneeling on the ground, listened to Emperor Yongle's questions and was silent for a moment. Finally, he made up his mind and got up silently.

"Look!" Zhu Zhanji stood up, walked in front of Zhu Zhanhe, stretched out his hand and asked for the memorial.

"Brother, you'd better take it carefully. There is only one copy in the world, and I don't want to write it again!" Zhu Zhanhe looked at Zhu Zhanji with a sad face, rolled his eyes helplessly, handed the letter to him, and reminded him.

After hearing what Zhu Zhanhe said, Zhu Zhanji paused slightly, but still took it resolutely.

With a "swish" sound, the sound of the memorial in Zhu Zhanji's hand being opened moved the hearts of Emperor Yongle, Crown Prince Zhu Gaochi and Monk Daoyan in the room.

"Ah?!!" But after just one glance, Zhu Zhanji screamed in surprise almost the moment he opened the memorial, and quickly closed it. He stared at Zhu Zhanhe beside him with panic in his eyes, his eyes full of disbelief.

"What's the matter? Have you finished reading it? So quickly? What is it about?" Upon seeing his son's reaction, Crown Prince Zhu Gaochi immediately asked four questions in a row. These questions were also the questions that Emperor Yongle wanted to ask!
Therefore, several people at the scene stared at Zhu Zhanji, hoping to get some useful information.

"Brother, you have to read it to the end. Read it carefully, word by word. It's not too late to be surprised, panic, or at a loss after you finish reading it!" Zhu Zhanhe knew from the look on Zhu Zhanji's face that he hadn't read the content at all. Maybe he was just scared by the title!
At this moment, Zhu Zhanji took a deep look at Zhu Zhanhe, who was calm and composed, took a deep breath again, and slowly opened the memorial again.

This time, Zhu Zhanji really read it carefully, word for word. However, the more he read, the more horrified he became, and the more dazed he became! In the end, he even looked at the people around him helplessly. Facing the people's eager gazes, Zhu Zhanji slapped himself hard in the face, then once again suppressed his composure, swallowed his saliva, and forced himself to read again.

On the other side, Emperor Yongle, Crown Prince Zhu Gaochi, the old monk, and the others saw horror, astonishment, helplessness, panic, and disbelief on Zhu Zhanji's face—the same expressions as the Han prince who had just entered. Zhu Zhanji read very slowly, word by word. It took him two cups of tea to finish the whole thing.

After reading it, Zhu Zhanji closed the memorial with a "snap" sound, opened his mouth and breathed rapidly, as if he had forgotten to breathe while reading the memorial.

"How is it?!" When Emperor Yongle saw his grandson's expression, he knew that the content was probably not simple, so he asked anxiously.

"Speak up, kid!" Crown Prince Zhu Gaochi was extremely anxious. He was extremely worried about his son's health. After all, the old man had just been frightened, and now he was in a panic reading the memorials. He didn't want to really scare the child.

So Crown Prince Zhu Gaochi wanted to go forward and comfort his son.

But when Zhu Zhanji realized that his father was approaching, he took a few steps back in panic and fell to the ground with his butt, and the memorial in his hand also fell to the ground.

Crown Prince Zhu Gaochi was just about to bend down to pick it up, but Zhu Zhanji suddenly jumped up and pressed his entire body on the memorial, interrupting Crown Prince Zhu Gaochi's action.

Zhu Zhanji slowly stood up, holding the memorial tightly, his eyes full of confusion and helplessness!
"Drink the medicine!" Zhu Zhanhe realized that Zhu Zhanji was on the verge of collapse, so he shouted loudly.

After hearing the noise, Zhu Zhanji seemed to come back to his senses.

Suddenly, he came to Zhu Zhanhe, stuffed the memorial heavily into Zhu Zhanhe's arms, then ran to the wooden barrel containing the medicine, picked up a bowl, and drank three big bowls viciously.

The prince was very worried when he saw his son in this condition, so he quickly snatched the bowl from Zhu Zhanji's hand and hugged him tightly.

If Crown Prince Zhu Gaochi had not stopped him, Zhu Zhanji would have drunk a few more bowls. But even so, Zhu Zhanji still followed suit and grabbed a handful of ice cubes from the ice bucket and stuffed them into his mouth. He then grabbed another handful and rubbed them fiercely on his face.

"Dad! Is my Ming Dynasty really going to end?!" Zhu Zhanji's tearful words were like a sharp poisonous arrow, piercing the heart of Crown Prince Zhu Gaochi. He looked at his embarrassed son with heartache.

"Son, no, as long as your father and grandfather are here, my Ming Dynasty will be fine!" Although he didn't know what his son had seen from this memorial, Crown Prince Zhu Gaochi was comforting his son at this moment.

But at this moment, Crown Prince Zhu Gaochi's heart fell into the abyss. He turned his head to look at his second brother, Prince Han, who was still absent-minded, and then looked at his nephew Zhu Zhanhe, who was calm and composed. He felt mixed emotions and didn't know what to say.

After a long time, Zhu Zhanji, whose hair was a little messy, finally calmed down. He crawled out of his father's arms and walked straight to everyone carrying a medicine bucket.

"Grandpa, Dad, please have two more bowls!" Zhu Zhanji said without any hesitation as he filled a large bowl of Chinese medicine with the bowl and handed it to Emperor Yongle.

(End of this chapter)