The matter ended with Zhu Di being completely imprisoned. The old man looked at the man next to him without saying anything, with helplessness in his brows at Zhu Shangbing's smiling face.

"You brat, was this the idea you gave me?"

Zhu Gaochi had always been cautious, how could he come to see him rashly? If no one encouraged him, it would be a trick. He specially sent the Jin Yiwei to ask questions, and it was as expected.

Upon hearing this, the person opposite didn't refute, instead he said something else instead of talking to me.

"Grandpa Huang, does he know about the recent rumors about Ying Tian?"

The sudden question made Zhu Yuanzhang confused, but he also knew a thing or two about the outside world, so he nodded immediately and understood why Zhu Shangbing was like this.

There are recent rumors in Yingtian that Zhu Shangbing, the eldest son of the King of Qin, is called Wu Fu Qiu Ba because of his arrogance and arrogance. His lack of elegance is far different from the others.

It's easy to trace such rumors to their origins and find out who they are.

The person who did this was none other than King Zhu Di of Yan, who was completely imprisoned.

but……

"I know you are dissatisfied, but you can't do this."

Thanks to Zhu Gaochi's plea for mercy and his words of treating everyone equally, if it had been Zhu Gaoxu's words, he might have said such crazy words and King Yan would have been doomed.

This matter can be big or small. If it is small, it can be said that he wants to return to Yingtian. If it is big, it can be said that he is disobeying the holy order and has no law.

How could Zhu Yuanzhang not know that the fourth son of his family coveted the throne?

But in the end, he couldn't bear it anymore, and he knew that Zhu Shangbing deliberately left room for change, but he didn't want to see blood relatives fighting each other, so he wanted to dissuade him.

But those unspoken words were blocked by one sentence.

"Have Prince Yan ever considered me a blood relative? Why should I deceive myself? It is not good for Grandpa Huang to favor one over another. You should think carefully about what this person wants to do."

He who wins the hearts of the people wins the world.

This was to remove Zhu Shangbing from the competitive position. Although he himself was not interested in the position of grandson, to him who was on the throne was important, but such despicable behavior was really shameful.

Since he wants to do this, then...

Zhu Shangbing stood up. The moonlight robe on his body made him more gentle, like jade, but there was frost between his brows, and he was already angry.

"Grandpa Huang, let's take a look and see whether it is my grandson whose reputation has been disgraced, or whether King Yan is asking for trouble."

After that, he walked away, leaving Zhu Yuanzhang alone.

He closed his eyes and looked at the options in the simulator.

He had neither thought nor intended to influence the outcome of Yan King Zhu Di.

In his eyes, the fourth son was brave, but his mind was impure and he lacked kindness.

Indiscriminate war endangers the country and the people.

He had never been a choice, and Zhu Yunwen was gradually wavering.

Is it really right?

It's not that he's not suitable, it's that someone has already dominated the younger generation.

Look at the many branches and options.

Zhu Yuanzhang sighed deeply, as heaven and man were at war in his heart.

"Who can do it?"

In a daze, he thought of Zhu Shangbing's figure standing on the city wall and murmured.

The mountains and rivers are safe, and the world is at peace.

…

Inside the teahouse.

The storyteller was eloquent and told the story of the Crown Prince of Qin. He was holding tea in his hand and speaking to the waiting guests.

"I heard that the prince of the Qin Dynasty is handsome and good at fighting. He is an unparalleled general. It's a pity that he is a martial artist. Even though he is outstanding, he is still slightly inferior to the emperor's grandsons who are talented in literature and martial arts."

"On the day our teacher returned to the capital, the sky was stained with blood, as if the god of death had descended. He was simply a Shura seeking his life."

…

After saying this, the storyteller patted his chest with lingering fear, unaware that someone had quietly appeared behind him, and precisely because he did not close his eyes, he did not see the shocked gazes of the listeners.

Hearing a chuckle from behind, the Yip Ling was so frightened that he fell off his chair.

He turned to look at the person who made the sound, almost frightened out of his wits, and spoke tremblingly.

"His...His Royal Highness the Crown Prince..."

The visitor was wearing a green shirt. He did not wear a hair crown when he went out this time. His black hair was casually hung on his shoulders and fixed with a hair tie. The group of people below could not move their eyes away.

This is not a martial artist, he is clearly a handsome man with jade and gold features.

He just smiled and said.

"I don't dare to take it seriously. I just heard that His Highness is the martial artist Qiu Ba. I came here specifically to visit this gentleman. I want to come and hear it for myself. I just don't know what this gentleman thinks when he sees me."

Don't dare to think about it.

The storyteller was so frightened that he shook his head repeatedly and did not dare to speak at all. He was afraid that the person in front of him would suddenly violently beat him to death. Others may not know it, but when the army returned to Beijing, he saw this assassin with his own eyes.

The saying that the God of Death is coming was not heard from hearsay, but witnessed with one's own eyes.

Seeing that he didn't answer, Zhu Shangbing didn't feel annoyed and turned to sit on the chair. The boss here quickly served him the best tea and looked at him flatteringly.

The latter casually threw the ingot of gold and then said to the onlookers below.

"My Highness is naturally not as kind as he looks. If anyone dares to criticize him, he will not tolerate it. There have been too many rumors recently, which makes me very distressed. Do you understand what I mean?"

Then the people below nodded, fearing that they would offend the old man if they were too late.

At this moment, someone stepped forward.

He was an official of the Imperial College, and we had met him once before.

Seeing him appear, Zhu Shangbing just smiled lightly, and then started drinking tea, completely ignoring him, but the latter was reluctant and asked.

"The noble prince does not use his true talents and knowledge to stop the rumors, but instead uses his power to suppress others. Is this your highness's style?"

Really tough head.

Yue Nanshan, who was accompanying him, couldn't help but smile, pretending to be watching a good show.

He wanted to see how the person in front of him planned to solve the problem.

Zhu Shangbing raised his eyes slightly, scanned it from top to bottom, and then spoke lightly.

"Song Wenshu, Imperial Academy, you have been studying for most of your life, but you still don't understand etiquette?"

"Kneel down."

It was an understatement, but it was like the weight of a mountain. Song Wenshi broke out in cold sweat and did not dare to raise his head. When he heard the sound, he knelt down and his knees softened and he saluted.

He gritted his teeth, but had to endure it.

"I, the minister of the Song Dynasty, pay my respects to His Highness the Crown Prince."

These are the kings and ministers, they are the descendants of the phoenix and the dragon, and these people are just subjects.

Zhu Shangbing sneered when he heard this. He stood up and raised his feet to look at Song Wenshu's head. He didn't care about the eyes of the others and said slowly.

"Did you see that? This is called using force to overwhelm others."

Some people naturally couldn't stand it, but they didn't dare to be the one who stood out. The grief-stricken Song Wenwen vomited blood and fell to the ground.

But Zhu Shangbing refused to move an inch, and no one else dared to step forward.

Kill the chicken to scare the monkey.

It was this chicken that was killed. Zhu Shangbing naturally did not know who sent him, but he was definitely not a kind person.

Yue Nanshan didn't say much about this. He knew that this matter was not simple. After a few days in the palace, he was no longer the heroic knight he was before. He knew that everyone must be cautious in the ups and downs of the officialdom.

After waiting for half a moment, Zhu Shangbing left leisurely.

And this incident spread quickly throughout the streets and alleys with the force of thunder, and people talked about it.

Just when the people were ashamed of it, the news came.

Zhu Shangbing set up a stage in the tower to look for good news.
Chapter completed!