Chapter 132: It Is Best Not to Harbor Intentions

Zhu Gaoxi clearly also saw through Zhu Di's thoughts and immediately said, "Father, for now, it is best not to harbor any intentions."

Hearing this from Zhu Gaoxi, Zhu Di raised an eyebrow and said, "How so?"

Seeing Zhu Di ask such a brainless question, Zhu Gaoxi could not help but sigh inwardly.

Since ancient times, wealth has moved people's hearts, and power even more so causes one to lose their reason.

Helpless, Zhu Gaoxi could only continue, "Right now, the first thing Grandfather must do is stabilize the imperial court, and what follows, if nothing goes wrong, will be the wielding of the blade."

"Whoever is active now, appearing frequently in Grandfather's eyes and ears, is purely courting death, so the most important thing for us now is stability."

"Once Grandfather's blade is tired of swinging, whoever remains—who mounts the horse, who dismounts, who laughs, and who cries—will be clear at a glance; it will not be too late to do something then."

Zhu Gaoxi's words, being so explicit, thoroughly awakened Zhu Di.

Indeed, at the moment, anything is possible; a perfectly fine person might lose their head tomorrow, and someone sitting in a prison cell today might be walking in and out of the imperial court tomorrow.

Therefore, it is best to do nothing right now; doing nothing is, in fact, doing everything.

Having understood, Zhu Di nodded.

His consideration just now had indeed been inadequate.

Thinking about it, it is true; having learned so much information in advance, who could control the thoughts in their heart?

Looking at his son with approval, Zhu Di said, "It is fortunate that you awakened me; you are right, doing nothing at present is the best course. Wait, wait until everything settles, and that will be the moment to act."

Seeing his father come to his senses, Zhu Gaoxi also breathed a sigh of relief.

His father's fate concerned the lives of this entire family; if he were to act foolishly, even if he were favored by Lao Zhu, he would likely be unable to escape death.

Seeing that everything that needed to be said had been said, Zhu Gaoxi finally instructed, "Father, for these next few days, Grandfather wants me to stay in the Military Camp in the city. If anything happens, discuss it with Grandfather-in-law. If something happens at court, find someone to let me know. Also, since Grandfather has just been assassinated, you must go and see him in a while; make sure not to reveal any other intentions in front of Grandfather."

Hearing his son's words, Zhu Di nodded.

He had only been foolish for a moment, but he was not an idiot; once he understood, he naturally knew the logic behind it.

"Rest assured, I understand this matter in my heart. You stay well outside the city; if there is any news, I will send someone to inform you at the first opportunity."

"Alright, if there is nothing else, go out. I wanted to go out just now to see your Grandfather; if I stay any longer, I fear it will be too late."

Seeing this, Zhu Gaoxi nodded, and then the two walked out together.

The father and son walked out of the Wangfu together and then parted ways.

Zhu Di headed toward the Imperial Palace, while Zhu Gaoxi headed toward the city gate.

Along the way, whether it was psychological or not, Zhu Gaoxi felt that the vast Jingcheng was somewhat oppressive, with a feeling that a storm was about to break.

Without a word along the way, Zhu Gaoxi returned to the Military Camp.

Just as he arrived at the Military Camp, Zhu Gaoxi was called over by the page boy beside Song Lian.

At this time, Song Lian still did not know that a massive change had occurred outside.

He had come to Jingcheng this time for only one thing.

That was to teach Zhu Gaoxi, so at this time, Song Lian could be said to be deaf to matters outside the window, focusing only on reading the books of the sages.

This could be considered a different kind of enjoyment in his later years.

Who has ever heard of retiring in a Military Camp?

The key was that he had people serving him, reading books when he had nothing to do, and chatting with Zhu Gaoxi, his most proud disciple, about the past and present.

It could be said to be extremely pleasant.

Of course, being deaf to matters outside the window did not mean he was blind.

Such a big commotion happened last night, and the entire Military Camp was mobilized; since they had only just returned today, Song Lian intended to ask Zhu Gaoxi what had happened.

Arriving at Song Lian's large tent, he saw Song Lian still sitting comfortably to the side, sipping tea.

Seeing Zhu Gaoxi enter, he then slowly set down his teacup and said, "What happened? There was such a big commotion last night."

Song Lian would never have guessed until his death that this matter could have anything to do with Hu Weiyong.

After all, they had left in a hurry last night, and the entire army had returned in full this morning.

Therefore, in Song Lian's impression, it was nothing major.

The reason he asked was simply to satisfy the curiosity in his heart.

And Zhu Gaoxi, looking at Song Lian's appearance, knew that Song Lian definitely did not know what had happened.

Sighing, he did not know how his teacher would react upon hearing of Hu Weiyong's death.

However, this matter could not be hidden for long, so Zhu Gaoxi simply said, "This morning, Hu Weiyong rebelled, and after the attempt failed, he committed suicide."

"Clatter!"

Upon hearing Zhu Gaoxi's words, Song Lian's hand trembled, and he dropped the teacup in his hand onto the floor.

And Song Lian, as if he had not noticed, remained frozen on his seat.

But Song Lian was, after all, a man who had experienced great scenes, and he quickly reacted.

It was just that his speech was still somewhat uncertain as he asked again, "Say that again?"

After speaking, Song Lian perhaps realized that Zhu Gaoxi could not be lying to him about this, and without waiting for Zhu Gaoxi to repeat it, he spoke again, "No need, I heard you."