Chapter 349: You don't use it, but you don't let others use it?

The elderly Anda Khan slammed the table angrily, "The Ming Emperor is truly bullying people too much! Bullying people too much!" He had initially thought the Ming only wanted the Ordos Loop, but now he discovered that the Ming wanted to wipe him and Tumet Khan out in one go!

"Logically speaking, at this time, our Left and Right wings should join forces to resist the Ming together. If the Great Khan needs it, I can go to Tumet Khan's camp." Sonam Gyatso said very sincerely.

He was a religious figure. Anda Khan's choice of Buddhism was not a rigid choice, but because there was already a certain foundation of faith on the grasslands. As a reincarnated Buddha, as long as he did not humiliate Tumet Khan, this errand would not have too much danger for him.

Sonam Gyatso took the benefits and truly did things. This was the fundamental reason why Anda Khan was willing to give benefits.

"The Master is joking. War can only determine the beginning, but cannot determine the end. Since the war has started, there must be a winner and a loser." Anda Khan's political talent was not high; he was even a bit hot-tempered. As he aged, he became more prone to temper tantrums, but his military talent was definitely not something San San Niangzi and Sonam Gyatso could compare to.

Sonam Gyatso thought he could persuade Tumet Khan to put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha, but Anda Khan was very clear that Tumet Khan would never surrender to him, and even reconciliation between them was a pseudo-proposition.

It was very simple: the hearts of the people determine success or failure. Tumet Khan, as the suzerain Great Khan, lived by the signboard of the Golden Family's Great Clan. For Tumet Khan, the loss of personal prestige from reconciling with a traitor was extremely huge.

The most critical thing was that the war had already started, and they had already drawn their knives against each other, so there must be a winner and a loser.

"Must there be a winner and a loser in war?" Sonam Gyatso did not understand. In his view, war did not necessarily have a winner and a loser.

Anda Khan said quite definitively, "War is just like this; there must be a winner and a loser. For example, the twenty-five-year war between me and the Ming—I lost."

When he was young, Anda Khan also had dreams of becoming Genghis Khan or Kublai Khan, significantly weakening the strength of the Ming's capital through frequent harassment and looting, and then replacing them.

After the Gengxu Incident in the twenty-ninth year of Emperor Jiajing, Anda Khan fought with the Ming for twenty-five years. He was not Genghis Khan or Kublai Khan, and the Ming was not the Jin Dynasty. Except for the Gengxu Incident in the twenty-ninth year of Emperor Jiajing, Anda Khan never succeeded again. After Qi Qi Jiguang went north, Anda Khan completely cut off the idea of replacing them.

In the Emperor Longqing Peace Treaty, did the Ming lose, or did Anda Khan lose?

The Ming felt it had lost, and could only rely on Anda's tribute to maintain its face as the Celestial Empire by granting the title of Tatar King to a member of the Golden Family. But Anda Khan felt he had lost. He fought for twenty-five years and fought away a generation of the Right Wing, and in the end, he could only bow his head and declare himself a subject.

This was a difference in the standards of winning and losing. The Ming felt that as the Celestial Empire, not being able to conquer the Northern Tatars thirteen times like Taizu and Emperor Chengzu and make the Northern Tatars flee in panic was a loss. Anda Khan believed that these twenty-five years of war were meaningless, and in the end, he fought himself into a traitor to the grasslands. The border trade between the Ming and his Right Wing was not a money-losing business for the Ming, so Anda Khan did not think he had won.

Won, and then called the Ming Emperor "Your Majesty" and declared himself a subject?

All these years, Anda Khan had been thinking about a question: did he fight the Ming with real knives and guns for twenty-five years just to strive for a better condition for surrender?!

Anda Khan was not convinced. Could the Ming do whatever it wanted just because it had a Qi Qi Jiguang? So the year before last, Anda Khan bumped into Qi Qi Jiguang in Song Yingchang.

After bumping into him, Anda Khan could only say that the Ming could indeed do whatever it wanted with Qi Qi Jiguang. This guy's military talent was specifically training troops!

"Actually, it's better not to have the Left and Right wings join forces." San San Niangzi frowned.

Anda Khan thought for a moment, his wrinkled face full of desolation. He said with a bit of discouragement, "Indeed."

"Why?" Sonam Gyatso widened his eyes. He completely didn't understand how Anda Khan and San San Niangzi could reach a consensus on this matter. Joining forces to resist the Ming—wasn't that the best strategy? Only by joining forces to increase strength could they confront the powerful Ming.

Anda Khan didn't say much. He looked at San San Niangzi and let San San Niangzi explain this matter.

San San Niangzi looked at Sonam Gyatso and thought for a while before saying very solemnly, "It's very simple. The grassland land is a chicken rib to the Ming—tasteless to eat but a pity to discard. Only the Ordos Loop can grow some crops, which is why the Ming is so obsessed with it."

"We Tatars, whether it's the Left Wing or the Right Wing, are just a scabies disease to the Ming—a very small disease. Plus, the infighting between the Left and Right wings is very fierce, which is why the Ming hasn't invested more in military affairs. If the Left and Right wings join forces and become a serious threat to the Ming, the Ming will only do its utmost."

"So that's how it is." Sonam Gyatso was stunned and understood why Anda Khan was so sighing.

After Anda Khan invaded the capital in the twenty-ninth year of Emperor Jiajing, the Ming began to pay close attention to border defense. Anda Khan had tried many times but could never break through the border defense to loot the capital. In the final analysis, it was because the Ming sat in the Central Plains and its strength was too strong.

"Only the Ming itself can overthrow the Ming." San San Niangzi said meaningfully.

Anda Khan nodded. He very much agreed with what San San Niangzi said. After fighting for twenty-five years, Anda Khan also understood that once he fell into a war of attrition with the Ming, the Ming could rely on its blood bar to drain you to death.

"In fact, external troubles are not a big deal for the Ming. Only internal worries can completely hollow out the Ming's heavy foundation. But now, Zhang Zhang Juzheng is in power and His Majesty is in personal control. As long as we are alive, don't even think about seeing it." San San Niangzi's understanding of the Ming far exceeded Anda Khan and Sonam Gyatso.

San San Niangzi had actually fantasized about Anda Khan breaking into the Ming capital, killing the Ming Emperor, and renaming Beijing to Khanbaliq (the old name of Beijing during the Yuan Dynasty), and then she would successfully become the Empress of the world. Later, she found that it couldn't be realized at all, especially after reading "On Contradictions," she was even more firmly convinced that reconciliation was the only way out. Anyway, on the Ming side, in terms of ritual and law, it was recognized that grassland people were also descendants of the Huaxia people.

As for the specific method of realization, she couldn't be the Empress, but being the Emperor's woman was also fine.

"The Ming Emperor is bullying people too much." Anda Khan looked at the letter in his hand, his heart bleeding. For Tumet Khan, no matter how high the price, it had to be paid, because if he didn't pay it, he might not exist. Using bowing his head and declaring himself a subject, wool, stallions, warhorses, and livestock to exchange for the Ming's promise not to conquer Tumet Khan, and to exchange for the Ming's military intelligence, was a price that had to be paid; otherwise, Tumet Khan could only go underground to be the suzerain Great Khan.

But Anda Khan was not on the verge of life and death, yet he was also being extorted like this. And the Ming was powerful, so he couldn't help but agree. Over the years, the Ming had strengthened its investment in the watchtower Night Scouts. When he captured those watchtower Night Scouts and released them back to the Ming, the Ming Emperor used the highest etiquette to welcome them back.

The treatment, family resettlement, life affairs, and posthumous names of these Night Scouts were all granted imperial favor by the Ming Emperor. These Night Scouts were like crazy, collecting intelligence to the point of almost touching his Anda Khan's bed!

The news that he, Anda Khan, could no longer perform in bed had probably been placed on that Emperor's table long ago!

Not accepting the Ming's extortion meant that this conflict with the Left Wing was a one-way transparent operation. No matter how fierce he, Anda Khan, was, even if he were truly Genghis Khan alive, he couldn't beat the Left Wing that was equivalent to opening his heavenly eyes. Could he really count on Sonam Gyatso to know five hundred years before and five hundred years after?

"Sigh, Great Khan, the Ming Emperor has been practicing martial arts since he was ten years old, seven years like one day. He started inspecting troops in the first year of Emperor Wanli and started drilling troops in the third year of Emperor Wanli. He goes to the camp every day. Not to mention anything else, how many years has it been since you went to the camp to look around?" San San Niangzi's tone carried some complaints. Over the years, as the Ming Kingdom's wars decreased, even Anda Khan himself had become slack, with a bit of a taste of being idle and martial preparations not flourishing.

The Right Wing, which had feared the Left Wing and run to live east of the Great Xianbei Mountain, couldn't win a battle anymore. If it had been a surprise attack, he could have killed Tumet Khan and made him flee in panic. How could there be so many things!

Anda Khan was furious, slamming the table with a flushed face, "I'm old! Old!"

"I can't even ride a horse now. If I appear in front of the soldiers, they will know that the invincible Borjigin Anda of the past is now just a useless person who can't even pull a bow!"

"Useless!"

The rule of the grasslands highly relied on personal prestige, which was completely different from the Ming imperial court that relied on the operation of the system. Anda Khan could no longer get on a horse or pull a bow. As the Great Khan, appearing in front of the soldiers in this state would instead dampen morale. He was hiding behind San San Niangzi now, which could also hide the fact that he was old.

"Flying flowers fall, the spring is hard to pull back; a blind horse approaches the pool, the night is frightening."

It sounds good—birth, aging, sickness, and death are the norm of life. But in such an unstable regime on the grasslands, once his appearance is seen by most people, people's hearts will move. Those careerists already wanted his eldest son Sengge's life, and wanting his life was also common. So, on weekdays, he hid behind San San Niangzi as much as he could.

"Then, I will prepare the goods for the Ming. When they are ready, I will go to the capital again." San San Niangzi stood up, looked at Anda Khan, and said calmly.

He didn't like San San Niangzi going to the Ming, whether it was to Xuanfu or the capital. Back then, it was said that San San Niangzi and that Wu Dui had an affair. Later, because Wu Dui reported false military intelligence and was implicated in Zhang Zhang Siwei's major case, he was beheaded by the Emperor. Later, it was said that San San Niangzi and Wang Wang Chonggu had an affair.

This was his wife. He was already stepping on the grasslands; did he want another grassland to grow on his head?

But San San Niangzi was completely out of his control. San San Niangzi now lived in Guihua City, not his Bansheng City, even though it was only twenty miles away.

San San Niangzi stood up, looked at Anda Khan, and said calmly, "Why doesn't the Right Wing fight anymore? People's hearts want stability; no one wants to fight. But the four words 'people's hearts want stability' are rare luxuries on the grasslands. Only when they can live will people's hearts want stability."

"Also, put away that suspicious look. My Nayanchu is not that cheap!"

Nayanchu was San San Niangzi's real name, even though very few people called her that.

Back then, when she went to Tumet Khan's camp to discuss matters, some people said San San Niangzi was a "ten-thousand-man rider." San San Niangzi was neither angry nor resentful, nor did she refute it. Refuting was useless. This kind of thing was like yellow mud falling into one's pants—you couldn't explain it even if you wanted to. San San Niangzi said she was pure and clean, but this matter instead became a topic of conversation for everyone.

Ming scholars liked to slander someone by aiming at the lower three paths, because this kind of thing could not be refuted. For example, He He Xinyin kept telling people, "The black-hearted Zhang Yuanfu sleeps on the dragon bed," because no matter how Zhang Zhang Juzheng acted, he couldn't explode. Once he exploded, he would instead confirm this accusation.

San San Niangzi's situation was extremely similar. After so many years, she had somewhat gotten used to people pointing fingers. She couldn't control what others said. She just had to do her own things and have a clear conscience.

But Anda Khan's look still stung San San Niangzi. No matter what, Anda Khan was her nominal husband. After so many years of running around and hard work, she, a Oirat person, wasn't it for their Tatar Right Wing, for the stability of the Ming's Jin Kingdom, and to let Anda Khan live in peace?

This was the first time San San Niangzi had responded to her rumors. Anda Khan's look was truly annoying.

As the ruler of the Ming's Jin Kingdom, the Ming's first-rank Lady Lady Zhongshun, wearing the imperial bestowed clothes, and being able to sit and eat at the imperial banquet, San San Niangzi was truly not that cheap.

"I actually wanted to climb the bed, but he wouldn't let me get on the kang. What can I do?" San San Niangzi suddenly smiled charmingly, gave Anda Khan a meaningful look, and then turned and left gracefully.

Sonam Gyatso stood there at a loss. Although grassland people are more open than Central Plains people and don't care much about such things, Sonam Gyatso felt that San San Niangzi's last look seemed to be saying, "You don't use it, but you don't let others use it?"

Sonam Gyatso suddenly felt that this place should not be stayed in for long. While Anda Khan was stunned by anger, he walked away on tiptoe, carefully, half-bent, and secretly left the big tent. He walked very carefully, without making a sound.

"Ah!"

Sonam Gyatso, who had just walked out of the big tent, heard a violent roar from behind the big tent. Clearly, Anda Khan's anger had reached its peak. Sonam Gyatso shivered with lingering fear and walked away with extremely fast steps, fearing that he would be implicated. While walking, he kept chanting, "Sin, sin, don't look, don't listen, don't speak, don't understand, sin, sin."

Anda Khan's anger lasted for a long time. It wasn't until San San Niangzi had finished preparing the things the Emperor wanted and sent someone to tell Anda Khan that Anda Khan was still angry, and beat the person San San Niangzi sent, that San San Niangzi took hundreds of brave warriors and headed toward the border.

San San Niangzi galloped on her horse. Her riding skills were very good. The brave warriors behind her followed closely, kicking up large clouds of dust. San San Niangzi's figure flashed across the grasslands quickly, but she was slightly distracted.

Red faces are easy to age. In another year, she would be thirty. In this era, giving birth at thirty was very dangerous. Although she was very confident in her appearance, time makes people old. Up to now, she still didn't have her own children. Nominally, she and Anda Khan had two sons, but these two children didn't have their own territories. Even Anda Khan's son, and even his adopted son Tuotuo, had their own territories. Only San San Niangzi's sons didn't have territories.

These two sons were indeed not Anda Khan's. Similarly, they were not San San Niangzi's. When the first son was born, Anda Khan was already sixty-two. When the second son was born, Anda Khan was already seventy. Riding horses easily affects fertility.

However, it was just that Anda Khan, in order to rule the Oirat tribes, found two children and put them under San San Niangzi's name. All the ten-thousand-household commanders were very clear about this point.

After Anda Khan died, the Ming canonized San San Niangzi's "son" Bu Ta Shi Li as a Cavalry General and promoted him to a Dragon and Tiger General, intending to pass the Prince Prince Shunyi title to Bu Ta Shi Li, which was opposed by the major ten-thousand-household commanders. In the eighteenth year of Emperor Wanli, the Ming imperial court wanted to abolish Chelike's Prince Prince Shunyi title and pass the princely title to Bu Ta Shi Li, which failed again.

Dragon and Tiger General was the largest official position granted by the Ming outside the Great Wall, second rank. The old slave chief Nurhaci and the small slave chief Huang Huang Taiji were also once appointed as Dragon and Tiger Generals by the imperial court.

San San Niangzi needed a child with a noble status to continue to consolidate her position. She first took a fancy to Qi Qi Jiguang, but Qi Qi Jiguang had a fierce wife at home. The second time, she took a fancy to the Emperor, but the Emperor had not yet had an imperial son. She really wasn't as cheap as the world said. Qi Qi Jiguang was a great man who stood upright, and the Ming Emperor was the supreme monarch.

Wanting her, San San Niangzi, to climb the bed, that would also have to be a great man!

The Ming Emperor was very interested in San San Niangzi's proposal of a Han King outside the Great Wall. For Zhu Zhu Yijun, as a political creature, he didn't mind using his own waist to accelerate the Sinicization of the grasslands. The reality was that he didn't have an imperial eldest son yet, so this matter had not been carried out.

And at this time, the Ming Emperor Zhu Zhu Yijun was listening to the nagging of the Ming's great medical officials, Li Li Shizhen and Chen Chen Shigong. Empress Dowager Li hoped that the Emperor would have a child. This expectation was very strong, so strong that Empress Dowager Li finally was no longer satisfied with putting pressure on Empress Wang, and now began to put pressure on the Emperor. The means was to let Li Li Shizhen and Chen Chen Shigong nag in front of the Emperor.

"Your Majesty, men eight, women seven. Men at eight years old, kidney qi is solid, hair grows and teeth change; at two-eight, kidney qi is prosperous, heavenly stems arrive, essence overflows, yin and yang are harmonious, so they can have children; at three-eight, kidney qi is average, tendons and bones are strong, so true teeth grow and growth reaches its limit; at four-eight, tendons and bones are prosperous, muscles are full and strong; at five-eight, kidney qi declines, hair falls and teeth wither;"

"At forty years old, wanting to have children is extremely difficult, few children and many early deaths. At seven-eight, that is, fifty-six years old, the heavenly stems are exhausted and the kidney storage declines, it is very, very, very difficult to have children." Li Li Shizhen was teaching the Emperor medicine, and the content was about having children.

Chen Chen Shigong said very definitively, "Women, at two-seven, the heavenly stems arrive, the Ren meridian is open, the Tai Chong meridian is prosperous, menstruation comes on time, so they have children; at four-seven, tendons and bones are firm, hair grows to its limit, the body is prosperous and strong; at five-seven, the Wang Yangming meridian declines, the face begins to wither, hair begins to fall; from two-seven to five-seven, it is most suitable for childbearing."

Zhu Zhu Yijun had heard of men eight, women seven. Indeed, adolescent girls do mature earlier than boys, and they are also more precocious.

What should come will eventually come. The first emperor of the Southern Song Dynasty, Song Gaozong, was the one who crossed the river on a clay horse, riding the horse until his fertility was gone. And the Ming Emperor was practicing martial arts now, and his riding skills were excellent. Wang Wang Yaozhuo's stomach had not had any movement, and Empress Dowager Li was finally anxious.

Either Wang Wang Yaozhuo steps aside and lets the other two concubines come! Or Wang Wang Yaozhuo's stomach must have movement!

Empress Dowager Li had lost her patience.

As Zhu Zhu Yijun's mother, as the Ming Empress Dowager, urging the Emperor to have children quickly was her duty.

"Next year, next year." Zhu Zhu Yijun waved his hand. Wang Wang Yaozhuo and Zhu Zhu Yijun were the same age. How could she be eighteen? Giving birth at too young an age was very dangerous for Wang Wang Yaozhuo.

As Zhu Zhu Yijun's mother and the Empress Dowager of the Ming, urging the Emperor to have children quickly was her duty.

"Next year, next year." Zhu Zhu Yijun waved his hand. Wang Wang Yaozhuo was the same age as Zhu Zhu Yijun; at the very least, she had to be eighteen. Giving birth at too young an age was extremely dangerous.

"As for the Empress Dowager, I will go and speak to her myself." Zhu Zhu Yijun saw the troubled expressions of Li Li Shizhen and Chen Chen Shigong and took this matter upon himself, which also saved Li Li Shizhen and Chen Chen Shigong from being unable to fulfill their mission.

Empress Dowager Li's logic was very strange. She believed that if the Ming Emperor felt that giving birth at this age was very dangerous for Wang Wang Yaozhuo—and it was indeed dangerous—then wasn't that just the incompetence of the Imperial Hospital's physicians? If the physicians could guarantee the safety of the mother and child, why would the Ming Emperor choose to wait? It was all the fault of the Imperial Hospital's lack of medical skill.

This logic was truly unreasonable.

"This minister and others take our leave." Li Li Shizhen and Chen Chen Shigong bowed their heads again and left the Western Garden. The Empress Dowager had made them come to lobby, and they had to come, but His Majesty's attitude was firm. This was being caught in the middle; the Grand Physicians truly could not afford to offend either side.

When Zhu Zhu Yijun first met Chen Chen Shigong, Chen Chen Shigong had already finished reading the medical books of the Imperial Hospital and was planning to run away.

Being an Imperial Physician was simply too dangerous. The prescriptions of the Imperial Hospital worked like magic among the common people, but once they reached the palace, they had no effect at all, because curing the Emperor, imperial concubines, or imperial princes would inevitably lead one into a political vortex.

Zhu Zhu Yijun leaned back in his chair, pondered for a moment, and came to his vehicle, the "Dry Duck," preparing to go to the Cining Palace to speak to the Empress Dowager about this matter in person. Zhang Hong opened the car door for His Majesty and said with a slightly helpless expression, "Your Majesty, going to speak to the Empress Dowager about this now is of no use. This minister believes it would be better not to go."

For the Emperor to discuss this with the Empress Dowager would likely be of no use at all; it would be better not to go and instead use the "delaying tactic."

Zhu Zhu Yijun patted the Dry Duck, sighed heavily, and said, "Grand Attendant Zhang, do you know what it means to 'know there are tigers in the mountains, yet head toward the tiger mountain'? This is it. I know it's useless, but I must go."

Zhu Zhu Yijun closed the car door. Two four-person carriages led the way in front, and twelve "Dry Duck" vehicles followed behind. Zhu Zhu Yijun's carriage reached the Cining Palace in just a quarter of an hour.

As expected, it was indeed of no use.

Empress Dowager Li first gave him a lecture, then tried to persuade him with earnest words. Seeing that she couldn't persuade him, she began to use the "crying tactic" that Zhu Zhu Yijun feared the most!

This crying made Zhu Zhu Yijun's scalp tingle!

Empress Dowager Li cried while scolding, scolding the late Emperor all the while, saying he left too early, saying he managed too little, saying he was romantic and happy, leaving behind such a mess to be dumped on their orphan and widow, saying the child was grown, saying she, as a mother, was incompetent, and so on. She was scolding and crying at the same time. Zhu Zhu Yijun had no way to parry and could only helplessly agree, finally fleeing in a panic.

"Grand Attendant Zhang's words were reasonable. Grand Attendant Zhang, go call Zhu Zhu Yiliu over! Open the Martial Arts Room; today I will spar with him!" Zhu Zhu Yijun had been frustrated at the Empress Dowager's place and naturally wanted to find compensation from the Empress Dowager's favorite youngest son!

Zhu Zhu Yiliu was scared out of his wits and claimed illness, refusing to come, but was carried to the Martial Arts Room by the eunuchs.

"Your new mansion is built, right in the backyard of the Academy of Natural Sciences. My temporary palace is less than half a li from your Prince Lu mansion. It will be tidied up in five or six days. I have had people send the beauties from Alar, Goryeo, Japan, the pearl-diving women, and the Hu women to the Prince Lu mansion." Zhu Zhu Yijun had already fully prepared his gear. He first told Zhu Zhu Yiliu a piece of good news: his mansion was built, and in the past two years, the beauties from all over the world that Imperial Uncle Zhu Zhu Zaiyu didn't want had all been stuffed into his mansion.

"Ah?! Thank you, Your Majesty, for your holy grace! Brother, even if you beat me to death today, if I shout even once, I'm a coward!" Zhu Zhu Yiliu's waist stopped aching, his legs stopped hurting, and his stomach stopped bothering him. He stood up with a carp-like leap, changed into his gear, and prepared to spar with Zhu Zhu Yijun!

Even if the Emperor beat him to death today, he would still thank His Majesty for his great grace!

Looking at that indomitable spirit, Zhu Zhu Yijun had to admire it; it truly had a bit of the domineering spirit of "if not me, then who."

Zhu Zhu Yijun narrowed his eyes and said, "It's settled: before the wedding, you can only look and not eat. If I find out you've broken the rules, I'll replace the beauties from all over the world with 'mountain-supporting women'."

"Mountain-supporting women" were a type of robust woman that existed in the palace, extremely sturdy in physique, and had been common since the Han Dynasty. Legend has it that Han Xin died at the hands of a mountain-supporting woman. Their physique was roughly equivalent to a female sumo wrestler. This punishment was a fatal existence for Zhu Zhu Yiliu.

"This younger brother obeys the decree. Just being able to look is also excellent!" Zhu Zhu Yiliu said with high fighting spirit. He was one step closer to his great cause of having a harem of beauties from all over the world. He could wait, but he had to have them.

Zhu Zhu Yijun began to fight one-on-one with Zhu Zhu Yiliu. Until Zhu Zhu Yiliu was exhausted and collapsed, he never broke through his older brother's blade light. Throughout the process, Zhu Zhu Yijun appeared to have more than enough strength.

Zhu Zhu Yijun sat down next to Zhu Zhu Yiliu, took off his helmet, looked at Zhu Zhu Yiliu, who was like a puddle of mud, and asked with great curiosity, "Little brother."

Zhu Zhu Yiliu panted and said weakly, "Still alive."

"Why are you so keen on beauties from all over the world?" Zhu Zhu Yijun was very curious about this question. In his eyes, Zhu Zhu Yiliu, who had received a traditional Ming cultural education, shouldn't consider things like beauties from all over the world as people; barbarians were wolf-hearted and beast-faced.

Zhu Zhu Yiliu climbed up, took off his helmet, thought for a moment, and said, "First of all, the gifts sent to Brother by various countries must be carefully selected; they are beautiful, don't have such big tempers, and know how to serve people. Secondly, beauties from all over the world are good—exotic customs. Brother, you don't like to indulge in pleasure, but that pleasure boat business is booming, and the Sun family of Songjiang is making so much silver they can't sleep or eat. What's written in books is written in books; whether you like it or not, your body has the final say."

"Actually, there's another reason."

Zhu Zhu Yiliu lay back on his helmet and said very confidently, "After listening to politics with Brother for so long, the court is full of bad people, and the kind of bad that oozes pus. Brother, think about it: I'm young now, so they don't dare to cause trouble. Once I grow up a little, will they put me up on a pedestal and challenge Brother?"

"This is very likely. These dogs, they used to hope that Mother would covet power, intending to recreate the old story of Song Renzong and Empress Dowager Liu. But Mother isn't keen on state power and doesn't indulge the Wuqing Earl's family. The dogs' hopes were dashed. Later, they looked at Grand Secretary Zhang, hoping that Grand Secretary Zhang and His Majesty would fight. As a result, the Grand Secretary decisively took mourning leave. If these court officials hadn't run to the Xishan Yicheng Earl's mansion time and again to invite him, the Grand Secretary would still be enjoying himself in Xishan."

"I'm still young, but when I grow up, they will inevitably put me up on a pedestal. I must be on guard, I must be on guard!"

"Then if I have a child born to a barbarian woman, they will immediately shut up. Although the Ming doesn't talk about bloodlines, these conservative court officials can't accept a successor born to a barbarian woman inheriting the throne."

Zhu Zhu Yijun was young, not stupid. He listened to politics at the imperial gate with the Emperor every day and knew the faces of these dogs too well.

Zhu Zhu Yijun thought back and forth and thought of a path: he could enjoy himself and also extinguish the thoughts of these dogs. That was substantial childlessness. The struggle between Prince Jing and Prince Yu back then ended before it even began—wasn't it because Prince Jing never had a son after his wedding?

Zhu Zhu Yijun's little head didn't have much else, but it had many ghost ideas. He combined what he had learned and directly took a shortcut. Having children with beauties from all over the world was the method he came up with.

"These dogs are truly too bad!" Zhu Zhu Yijun clenched his fists and said very firmly through gritted teeth.

A declaration: "Mountain-supporting women" is a type of robust palace woman fictionalized in "Han Xiang." In ancient palaces, they should be called "sturdy women," specifically engaged in physical labor. I copied a setting here. A scholar's business isn't called copying; it's paying tribute! Copying is being afraid of being found out; paying tribute is being afraid of not being found out. Please, please vote for monthly tickets, Awoo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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