Chapter 3: Discovering the Transmigrator Imperial Grandson

Fengtian Hall.

Empress Ma was just then stepping into the hall, and seeing Zhu Yuanzhang sitting on the Dragon Throne in a daze, she hurriedly stepped forward and shook him, saying:

"Chongba? Chongba..."

Zhu Yuanzhang snapped back to his senses, feeling as if he had just lived a second life.

"Meizi, why have you come?"

He looked at Empress Ma and asked.

"It seems you have indeed been overworking yourself lately, Chongba; you really ought to get some proper rest."

Empress Ma sighed and continued, "Miaoyun says that the fourth son's three children are homesick. They have been in Jingcheng for quite some time now, and we have seen all three children, so I came to ask you when you intend to send them back?"

The three children she spoke of were none other than the sons of the Prince of Yan, Zhu Di.

One was the six-year-old Zhu Gaochi, one was the four-year-old Zhu Gao, and finally, there was the two-year-old Zhu Gaosui.

Regarding Zhu Di's eldest son, Zhu Yuanzhang had previously met him and quite liked his honest and steady nature.

As for the four-year-old Zhu Gaoxu, he was incredibly mischievous, constantly causing trouble everywhere.

"Do not send these sons of the fourth son back just yet."

Zhu Yuanzhang pondered for a moment before saying, "Let the fourth son return to Jingcheng early; that way, they can all have a proper family reunion."

In the Simulation, the fourth son would eventually rebel.

He naturally intended to give him a good warning.

"That is fine, too; I have not seen the fourth son for a very long time."

Empress Ma suspected nothing and nodded.

That night.

After the meal, Zhu Yuanzhang lay on the bed, quietly pondering the matter of state policy.

He intended to discuss it thoroughly with all the officials at the morning court tomorrow.

Furthermore, it was currently the thirteenth year of Hongwu, and he had long since dispatched a Censor-in-Chief to investigate the Yongjia Marquis, Zhu Liangzu.

State policy on anti-corruption.

Having climbed up from the very bottom, Zhu Yuanzhang intended to see it through to the end.

And there was the health of the Crown Prince, Zhu Biao; he intended to order the Brocade Guard to secretly search for a divine physician, without letting Empress Ma know.

In a daze, Zhu Yuanzhang gradually drifted off to sleep.

The fifth watch of the early morning.

He was awakened again by Empress Ma and began preparing to attend the morning court.

And on the way to Fengtian Hall.

Zhu Yuanzhang and Empress Ma suddenly saw a child sticking his bottom out, stealthily sawing at the railing of a pavilion!

Looking closely, wasn't this the fourth son's second son, Zhu Gaoxu?

Zhu Yuanzhang said in surprise, "How is the second son of the fourth son's family here so early in the morning?"

Empress Ma was also stunned, "It seems he came into the palace yesterday to play with Xiongying and Yunwen, and then stayed in the palace overnight."

"Good lad, he even dares to saw at Our Imperial Palace!"

Zhu Yuanzhang raised an eyebrow and shouted to the side, "Mao Xiang."

"This subject is here!"

The Commander of the Brocade Guard, Mao Xiang, immediately walked toward the pavilion and then hoisted Zhu Gaoxu up onto his shoulder.

This immediately caused the four-year-old Zhu Gaoxu to kick and struggle incessantly.

"What are you doing? My father is His Highness the Prince of Yan, what are you doing? Be careful or I will have you beheaded!"

Zhu Yuanzhang and Empress Ma looked at each other in dismay.

"It is one thing to dare to saw at Our Imperial Palace, but to be so arrogant and domineering here as well!"

Zhu Yuanzhang immediately rolled up his sleeves and struck Zhu Gaoxu on the bottom.

Slap, slap, slap!

Being carried, Zhu Gaoxu only felt waves of pain in his bottom, but he also saw that the person who had arrived was none other than the founding emperor of the Great Ming, Zhu Yuanzhang!

Zhu Gaoxu immediately clamped his mouth shut, not daring to speak nonsense again, and not even daring to cry out from the pain.

Seeing this, Empress Ma hurriedly stepped forward to pull Zhu Yuanzhang back, saying, "Enough, enough, the child is still young and does not know any better; children's words are harmless."

"Meizi, you do not understand; if he saws at wood from a young age, when he grows up he will dare to saw at the very roots of Our Great Ming!"

Whenever Zhu Yuanzhang thought of the scenes he had seen in the Simulation, his anger flared up.

Thinking of the more than two hundred thousand descendants in later generations, the vast majority of whom were such wasteful good-for-nothings.

He felt instead that it was a miracle that the Great Ming could hold on for nearly three hundred years.