Ming Dynasty: Charge, Emperor Yongle!

"Prime Minister Hu"

"When Marquis Yongjia left, his face was filled with murderous intent."

"At the Hu residence," the steward said softly as he entered the study.

"Ignore it."

"He wouldn't dare to act rashly if he didn't want to die."

"Feng Sheng, Geng Bingwen, and Fu Youde wouldn't risk the lives of their entire families for these fields."

Hu Weiyong waved his hand, showing no regard for Marquis Yongjia Zhu Liangzu.

If Zhu Liangzu hadn't still been somewhat useful, why would he have gone to such lengths to bring him back to the capital?

"Yes."

The butler responded.

"You must send this letter to Fengyang as quickly as possible and deliver it to the old prime minister."

As things have progressed, Hu Weiyong can no longer cover it up and has no choice but to shamelessly ask Li Shanchang to step in.

"I'll arrange for someone to deliver it right away."

Without saying a word, the butler turned and left.

On the other side, the Yongjia Marquis's residence.

"My lord."

"Yu'er died so tragically, I dreamt of him again last night."

As soon as Zhu Liangzu returned to his residence, a beautiful woman with tears streaming down her face rushed into his arms. She was the birth mother of his youngest son, Zhu Yu.

"I will never let Yu'er die with his eyes open in the afterlife."

Zhu Liangzu patted the woman on the back, trying to comfort her. The maidservant beside him tactfully stepped forward and helped the beautiful woman away.

"father."

"What did Prime Minister Hu say?"

Zhu Xian, the eldest son of the Marquis of Yongjia, asked impatiently.

"Hu Weiyong wanted to sacrifice a pawn to save the king."

"Let us hand over all our land as a pledge of loyalty to him so that he may rise to power."

"He's got a good plan."

When Zhu Liangzu mentioned Hu Weiyong, his words were filled with dissatisfaction and resentment.

In his view, he, a founding marquis, was already giving Hu Weiyong enough face by humbly running errands for a civil official, and Hu Weiyong should know when to stop.

But now, Hu Weiyong is only giving in to Zhu Di, the Prince of Yan, without even a hint of resistance, which is utterly laughable.

"father."

"What do we do?"

"What should we do?"

Zhu Liangzu's eyes flashed with a fierce light as he said coldly, "If that little beast returns to the capital, do you think we'll have a chance to live?"

"Tell the other companies that the die is cast and they have no choice but to act."

"Let's go all the way and gather all our elite guards to ambush and kill Prince Yan, Zhu Di."

boom!!!

Zhu Xian was completely stunned, muttering, "He is His Majesty's fourth son."

"The emperor's son is a son, but the father's son is not."

"Don't forget, your second brother's body is still warm."

"His surname is Zhu, and so are ours, so what's there to be afraid of?"

Zhu Liangzu gritted his teeth and said hatefully.

His family were powerful landlords in Lu'an, Luzhou Prefecture (present-day Lu'an, Anhui). When Zhu Yuanzhang was still a common soldier, Zhu Liangzu had already been appointed as the Righteous Army Marshal by the Yuan court. Later, due to the circumstances, he led his army south to Jiangdong and was stationed in Ningguo Prefecture (present-day Xuancheng, Anhui), where he defeated Zhu Yuanzhang many times.

If it weren't for the internal strife within the Yuan court, how could he have been forced to surrender under pressure from Zhu Yuanzhang and become the Marquis of Yongjia in the Ming Dynasty? And how could he have respected Zhu Yuanzhang?

"Yes."

Looking at Zhu Liangzu's crazed face, Zhu Xian felt fear and could only nod.

"You are the Deputy Commander of the Left Guard of the Imperial Guard Commandery."

"The news of that little beast's return to the capital will surely be presented to the Emperor through the Imperial Guard Commandery."

"Go back to the Imperial Guard Commander's residence immediately and find out his route."

Zhu Liangzu gave his instructions.

"it is good."

Zhu Xian responded and left.

..............

Not far from the Yongjia Marquis's residence, there is a magnificent mansion.

"By the grace of Heaven, the Emperor decrees: Kökö Temür, a renowned general of the Northern Yuan, is a valiant and skilled military commander who has abandoned the darkness and embraced the light. I am greatly pleased and hereby bestow upon him the title of Grand Master of the Palace and Left Pillar of State, grant him a mansion, a thousand taels of gold, and five hundred bolts of silk and satin."

The eunuch loudly proclaimed the imperial edict in his hand, his shrill voice echoing throughout the main hall.

"Your Majesty, I, Wang Baobao, thank you for your great kindness!"

Wang Baobao, knowing the proper etiquette, bowed his head and kowtowed, and Hai Bie beside him followed suit.

"You shall return to the palace to report."

"I still have things to discuss with General Wang."

Crown Prince Zhu Biao waved his sleeve, dispersing the eunuchs and guards present.

"Your Highness the Crown Prince."

Wang Baobao rose and sat in the main seat, scrutinizing the crown prince of the Ming Dynasty.

This was his first time meeting Crown Prince Zhu Biao. From Zhu Biao, he sensed a profound sense of benevolence and wisdom, completely different from the unruly and aggressive Zhu Di. Zhu Biao was reserved and composed, more like a monarch.

Having such a shrewd and capable crown prince was not a good thing for Zhu Di (Emperor Yongle).

"General Wang."

Zhu Biao spoke as if a spring breeze had been blowing across his face: "My father and I have always respected your talent."

"The Ming Dynasty is not the Northern Yuan, and would never do something like discarding a donkey after it has served its purpose."

"Over the years, countless officials and military officers have come to serve the Yuan court, and none of them have been treated differently. You can rest assured."

"I have come today on behalf of my father, the Emperor, to have a few words with General Wang."

"Your Highness, please speak!"

Wang Baobao's expression turned serious, and he sat up straight.

"General Wang's eldest daughter, Boyalun Hai, is straightforward, gentle, and virtuous, which the Empress Dowager likes very much."

"My father sent me to propose marriage for my fourth son, Boyalun Hai, to be the concubine of the Prince of Yan."

Zhu Biao spoke slowly and deliberately, always displaying the gentle and refined demeanor of a gentleman.

"brush!!!"

Wang Baobao's expression was somewhat strange as he replied, "It is my daughter's good fortune to be able to marry His Highness Prince Yan."

"Then it's settled."

"It's getting late, I should return to the palace and tell my father the good news."

Zhu Biao rose gracefully and strode out of the mansion with the air of a dragon and the stride of a tiger.

"Father!"

After watching Zhu Biao leave, Hai Bie looked at Wang Baobao with a pair of bright, questioning eyes.

Wang Baobao said meaningfully, "The emperor and crown prince of the Ming Dynasty are not simple."

"This marriage was turned into a bestowed marriage, which is equivalent to giving the Prince of Yan a great favor."

"With the marriage to the Xu family also involved, the distribution of rewards for meritorious service in this battle is now settled."

"Father, the Prince of Yan has rendered tremendous service, so is Emperor Zhu merely...?"

Hai Bie was not stupid at all; on the contrary, he was very clever and immediately figured out the key to it.

"His achievements overshadow those of his lord; there is no reward to bestow upon him!"

Wang Baobao uttered eight words.

Hai Bie immediately fell silent. Yes, the Prince of Yan was already a prince and a prince of the blood. How else could he be rewarded?

"Hai Bie".

"From today onwards, the north-facing room is yours."

"You need to familiarize yourself with everything in the north-facing room as soon as possible."

Wang Baobao looked at his daughter, his eyes filled with reluctance, but mostly with love.

"Father."

Hai Bie's beautiful eyes widened in surprise; she had never expected Wang Baobao to make such a suggestion.

The Scouts and Horsemen Bureau was the Yuan court's last trump card, a vast intelligence network covering the entire country.

The south-facing rooms are controlled by Minmin Timur (Wang Yuemin), while the north-facing rooms have always been managed by Wang Baobao. It's unbelievable that they're being handed over to her now!