Chapter 232

The next morning.

Jiajing's edict once again sped out of the capital.

Confiscate the corrupt silver; no need to send it to the capital. Forge naval warships on the spot, recruit soldiers and brave men, to prepare for the needs of opening the seas.

What Jiajing wanted was to forge a battle-hardened elite force right there in the Southeast.

Watching Jiajing's operations, which were almost dizzying to behold.

Zhu Youjian, utterly confused, looked at Jiajing and asked,

"Great-Grandfather, aren't you afraid the great families of the Southeast will rise up?"

"Even a dog will jump a wall when driven to desperation."

As for this only junior member in the chat group.

Jiajing naturally held a bit of affection for him.

He clicked his tongue with a hint of disdain and said,

"Jump a wall?"

"Youjian, you must know."

"The common people of this world only rise up when they cannot fill their bellies and cannot survive."

"Right now, they cannot survive, but the good days for the people of our Great Ming are just around the corner. Who would play this game with them?"

"A few taels of silver a month? Why risk your life?"

Just as he spoke.

The smile on Jiajing's face grew even more intense.

Hearing Jiajing's words.

The smile on Zhu Yuanzhang's face also grew even more intense.

Zhang Juzheng's evaluation of the emperors of past dynasties during the Wanli reign was very sound.

From then until Wanli.

The Great Ming had ten emperors.

But the emperors who truly understood the Art of Emperors.

Were only Zhu Yuanzhang and Jiajing.

Regarding the ministers in the court, they always pulled one faction to strike another.

And no matter how much they stirred things up.

These two emperors kept the struggles in the court above the safety line of chaos under heaven.

Just as the other emperors were secretly rejoicing.

A gray dialog box also popped up in the chat group.

【Emperor Xianzong of the Pure has successfully joined the chat!】

【Emperor Shenzong of the Manifest has successfully joined the chat!】

Seeing the notification in the chat group.

Zhu Qi, who originally had the lowest status in the group, suddenly brightened.

He immediately sent a message in the chat group.

Emperor Yingzong Rui:

"@Emperor Xianzong of the Pure, call me father!"

"Hahaha, Great-Grandfather, can I finally keep scolding this one?!"

"@Emperor Xianzong of the Pure, stop pretending to be dead, quickly call me father!"

To make his "filial son and virtuous grandson" grow up a bit, Zhu Yuanzhang had long forced Zhu Di to make Zhu Qi memorize the major events of the Great Ming's two hundred-plus years.

Zhu Qi naturally knew that the posthumous title of his son was Emperor Xianzong of the Pure.

Seeing his son join the group.

Zhu Qi, as if seeing a relative, drew close to Zhu Jianshen.

Seeing Zhu Jianshen remain silent.

Zhu Qi immediately could not help but mock him.

"@Emperor Xianzong of the Pure, your comprehension is not good enough! When I joined the group, did I need so much time?"

Before Zhu Jianshen could even figure out the chat group.

On the other side, a video call suddenly had a black pop-up window appear.

Before the emperors could come to their senses.

A twelve or thirteen-year-old with a baby face suddenly appeared in the chat group.

Zhu Youjian, who was originally drawing close to his grandfather, immediately froze in place.

Before the emperors in the chat group could come to their senses.

The little child let out a "Waaah!" and began to cry.

"Feng Daban, am I sick!"

"I see some strange old men!"

Hearing little Zhu Yijun's evaluation.

The corners of the mouths of all the emperors in the chat group twitched slightly.

You kid, look carefully.

We are your ancestors!

Zhu Yuanzhang immediately opened his mouth to scold.

But before he could even open his mouth,

he swallowed his words.

Zhu Qizhen may be a scoundrel,

but at least he can understand what is said.

The Zhu Yijun before him clearly has not finished his studies and does not understand reason.

No matter how much is said, it is useless.

Finally, Jiajing, gazing at the scene in the chat group, could not help but laugh and say,

"Zhu Yijun! Stop crying. Look at me. Do you still remember me?!"

Hearing Jiajing's voice,

Zhu Yijun's crying immediately subsided considerably.

Upon clearly seeing Jiajing's appearance, the tear tracks on Zhu Yijun's face gradually turned into joy.

"Grand Imperial Grandfather?!"

Hearing Zhu Yijun's milk-sweet cry of "Grand Imperial Grandfather,"

both Zhu Di and Zhu Yuanzhang could not help but think of their own beloved eldest grandsons.

Especially Zhu Yuanzhang.

The first person that came to his mind was not Zhu Yunwen, but Zhu Xiongying, Prince Yu Huai, who died at the age of eight.

And Jiajing, who had been called "Grand Imperial Grandfather" by Zhu Yijun,

now had all the wrinkles on his face smiling out.

"Ah, you still remember Grand Imperial Grandfather?"

Little Zhu Yijun nodded firmly and said,

"Yes! Your son remembers!"

"Grand Imperial Grandfather even gave Your son food to eat!"

Snapping out of his paternal affection, Jiajing looked at little Zhu Yijun with a puzzled expression and asked,

"That doesn't make sense. Zhu Yijun, how did you ascend the throne at such a young age?"

"Where is your father?"

Hearing Jiajing ask about his own Imperial Father,

Zhu Yijun immediately lowered his head, pouted, and said in a small voice,

"Mr. Zhang said that after Your Imperial Father ascended the throne, he became obsessed with the harem, thus dying in his prime. He told Your son to take this as a warning."

Looking at this little Zhu Yijun before him, who was knowledgeable and reasonable,

the hearts of all the Emperors in the chat group melted.