coobybook Chapter 1413
Chapter 1413
After saying this, Zhu Yuanzhang, with a proud and self-satisfied look, asked Zhu Di and the monk Daoyan a pointed question: "So, do you still think that our great grandson used some conditions to exchange with the nobles of Huaixi in order to obtain this temporary precarious situation?"
In fact, given the intelligence of Zhu Di and the monk Daoyan...
After Zhu Yuanzhang pointed out the flaws in their assumptions, they didn't need to present any actual evidence to prove it... They already had a definite answer in their hearts.
After hearing that the rebels' relatives and family members had been dealt with.
Even their last bit of stubbornness was completely shattered—if the noble families of Huaixi had any power to restrain that brat Zhu Yunwen in Huaibei, they would never have sat idly by and watched their families and relatives fall into the hands of the Embroidered Uniform Guard!
When a heart that had been hanging in suspense finally died.
Zhu Di was practically grinding his teeth to powder. In his despair, his reply to Zhu Yuanzhang was exceptionally hesitant and incoherent: "Of course...of course...of course not. Your Majesty...has indeed thoroughly...completely eliminated the threat of the Huaixi nobility..."
This was the last thing he wanted to see, and something he never imagined that Zhu Yunwen could do.
But he... has to admit it!
Moreover, at the same time, he had to admit that his last card seemed to have been completely wiped out.
Before that, he could perhaps wait... wait for the inevitable conflict between the young emperor Zhu Yunwen and the arrogant and fierce generals of the Huaixi nobles to erupt, and wait for an opportunity and momentum to "purge the emperor's inner circle and quell the national crisis".
But now he can't even wait anymore!
When Zhu Di was utterly despondent, he thought, "Impossible! Absolutely impossible! So many skilled and valiant generals have been subdued in such a short time! And so many elite troops who have been through countless battles... Not a single word has leaked out! Not a single deserter..."
"How is this possible... how is it possible to do this!?"
"How...how did he do that?! What methods did he use?! I don't believe it! I don't believe it!!!"
At this moment, Zhu Di heard the incredibly familiar voice of the monk Daoyan. However, this voice was unlike any he had heard in the past eleven years—it was manic, incredulous, and even somewhat insane.
This even felt unfamiliar to Zhu Di.
They were all stunned.
Because this was completely different from the Master Daoyan he knew—wasn't he a genius proficient in Confucianism, Buddhism, and Taoism? Wasn't he the chess player who always held the reins? Wasn't he the dragon slayer who could always remain calm and calculate step by step?
It seems like... he's suddenly gone mad!?
Zhu Di felt that compared to the monk Daoyan's appearance, he, the Prince of Yan who had almost lost all chance and hope of seizing the throne, seemed much calmer.
He didn't understand.
He thought that the monk Daoyan was helping and supporting him because he wanted to gain merit by following the dragon, but in reality, for the monk Daoyan, it was entirely to put his own thoughts and learning into practice, and to play a so-called "dragon-slaying game".
If a player can type "GG" in the chat box while playing a game, it only means that the player hasn't completely broken down yet, just like the monk Daoyan who was calm and composed time and time again before.
A player who has truly suffered a crushing defeat and broken their defenses will inevitably have a very high level of grumbling—well, just like the monk Daoyan right now…
"Ah……"
Zhu Yuanzhang chuckled at the insanely dressed monk Daoyan, his heart filled with schadenfreude and immense satisfaction: "You bald monk, you always put on airs like a high monk, but your inner fanaticism is more insane than most ordinary people. What the hell are you chanting scriptures for! Heh..."