The Supreme Emperor had a total of eleven sons, of whom only Zhu Xianming was the remaining three legitimate sons, and there were four other surviving concubines.
In terms of blood relationship, Zhu Xianrong and Zhu Xianming, who are just one level apart, are not really close to each other.
From Yizong to the current Zhengtong years, several royal massacres occurred, making Zhu Xianrong very clear about his position.
So at this moment he understood that the emperor was not asking for his opinion, but asking himself how to deal with it.
What he has to do is to tell the emperor what he is thinking. This is the most perfect response plan.
Speculating on the Holy Will has always been a difficult and high-risk matter.
However, as Zhu Xianrong's cousin, he got along better than Zhu Xianming's brothers, so he naturally had his own merits.
"Your Majesty, I think... Jinghong is right!"
"Japan is just a small country. Compared to my Ming Dynasty's face, the truth of the matter is not important!"
After taking a look at the emperor's expression and judging that he was probably right, Zhu Xianrong continued: "So I think that the Japanese envoy does not know the etiquette of the Celestial Empire, and it is only natural for me, the Celestial Prince, to teach him a lesson!"
"But our empire is vast, and as long as the Japanese envoys come forward to apologize, Your Majesty can forgive them for their rudeness!"
Zhu Xianrong's words are a vivid explanation of what it means to beat someone down with a rake.
"That makes sense..." Zhu Xianming nodded slightly.
After hearing this, Zhu Xianrong breathed a sigh of relief. This test was finally passed.
Although he was a brother whom the emperor valued, Zhu Xianrong also knew that being with the emperor was like being with a tiger.
No matter how close I am to the emperor, how can Prince Li be even closer to King Ying'e? Those two are brothers from the same mother, and they haven't been wiped out by the one in front of them.
Putting down the scroll, Zhu Xianming turned around and asked, "Where did you get this painting?"
"It was found by the servants in the mansion. Although there is Huizong's signature on it, I don't know whether it is genuine or not, so I came here to invite your majesty to appreciate it!"
"These things... I don't have any accomplishments, and I can't see my fame at the moment!"
Zhu Xianrong said quickly: "Since it is difficult to tell the authenticity from the fake, why don't you keep this painting for now? Your Majesty's holy candle will illuminate it...you can see through it if you look at it more. My brothers around me don't have such eyesight!"
"How can I have time to look at these..." Zhu Xianming put down the scroll.
This made Zhu Xianrong extremely distressed, because it was indeed the authentic work of Emperor Daojun, and it cost him eight thousand silver to get it.
After all, he didn't have the guts to fool the emperor with fake paintings.
"Your Majesty is responsible for tens of thousands of people in China, and he worries about state affairs every day. I feel sad when I think about it..."
"Therefore, I am looking for some ancient paintings and treasures for Your Majesty's entertainment and relaxation. Please accept them!"
In order to please this fourth brother, Zhu Xianrong also tried his best, so he simply made it clear at this moment.
"Since you are so loyal, then... keep it!"
Zhu Xianrong immediately answered: "This is the blessing of this painting!"
Next, the two brothers discussed the painting again. Half an hour later, the Minister of Rites came to visit, and Zhu Xianrong took his leave and planned to leave.
"Why do you think he came?"
Zhu Xianrong replied: "I think... I came here because the Japanese envoy was beaten!"
Zhu Xianming smiled and said: "Why are you so secretive? Why not just say that he came here to investigate!"
After laughing twice, Zhu Xianrong didn't say much. He really didn't want to get involved too much in these matters.
"You should go back first. I will talk to you when you are free!"
"Yes...my brother is resigning!" Zhu Xianrong replied respectfully.
After he left, Zhu Xianming ordered his people to put away the paintings, and then ordered the minister of the Ministry of Rites to pay an audience.
A few breaths later, an old man wearing a red official robe was led by the eunuch to the Nuan Pavilion.
"I am here to pay my respects to Your Majesty!"
"Yang Qing is exempt from the gift!"
"Thank you, Your Majesty!"
Yang Jintang, the Minister of Rites, is already thirty-three this year, and his hair and beard are already turning gray.
"Is there something wrong with Yang Qing?"
"Your Majesty, I have come to see you with something important to report!"
Zhu Xianming nodded and said, "My dear, please tell me!"
"The Japanese envoy was beaten and injured in the palace. Does your Majesty know?"
"I already know about this matter, and now I am ordering people to investigate this matter strictly!"
Yang Jintang continued: "This matter is of great importance and has been spread among the envoys of various countries. Just now, the envoys of the Zhasak Khanate approached the Ministry of Rites and made a special trip to report the matter!"
Upon hearing this, Zhu Xianming's eyes flashed with coldness, but then disappeared without a trace.
"Zhasak people? They are quite positive, but I don't know what they are thinking!" Zhu Xianming said indifferently.
"Your Majesty, no matter what their intentions are, this matter must be handled with caution and an explanation must be given to the people of the world!"
To be honest, Yang Jintang's words made Zhu Xianming very uncomfortable.
What does it mean to give an account to the people of the world? Does China need to give an explanation to the people below?
As an emperor on horseback, Zhu Xianming knew very well that the reason why the countries and alliances surrendered was because of the Ming Dynasty's tyrannical force rather than benevolence.
Therefore, at any time, Ming Dynasty must show its strength instead of killing itself to show weakness.
"Of course there must be an explanation, but we have to wait until the matter is found out. I have ordered Dongchang to be responsible for this matter!"
However, these words also made Yang Jintang dissatisfied, so he said: "Your Majesty, I think this is inappropriate. Only if such a major matter is investigated by the Ministry of Justice can it be fair!"
The one who beat him was the emperor's son, so it seemed inappropriate to use royal servants like factory guards to investigate.
Zhu Xianming also realized this. He was still a good person, so he asked: "According to your opinion, how should I check?"
Yang Jintang said respectfully: "Your Majesty can order the Ministry of Punishment to join the Dali Temple of the Metropolitan Procuratorate, and the three departments will conduct a joint trial to show justice!"
In this regard, Zhu Xianming did not express his position, but said leisurely: "Go back and write a note and see what the cabinet means!"
Since we want to be fair and just, we should simply follow through and make the decision through the most formal procedures.
However, the ending of the plot has been decided by Zhu Xianming, and no matter what procedures are in the middle, it will not change.
"I obey the decree!"
After Yang Jintang stepped back and left, Zhu Xianming thought for a while, and then ordered someone to summon Dai Quan to see him.
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Let's talk about Zhu Jinghong. After he left the Qianqing Palace, he went directly back to the palace to rest and ordered people to take out his armor and swords for maintenance.
There is a private arsenal in the palace, and he is the only one, which shows how indulgent the emperor is towards his legitimate son.
Of course, Zhu Jinghong was not really worried, so he asked Deng An to take people to find out the news.
"Brother Thirteen, why did you skip class again today?"
Zhu Jinghao led his entourage into the courtyard with a very surprised tone.
Zhu Jinghong was also surprised and asked: "Didn't Mr. yesterday say that he didn't need to go today on holiday?"
Walking to one of the pairs of armors, Zhu Jinghao reached out and touched it, his eyes full of love.
It's a pity that he is not the legitimate son and does not have a strong sense of presence in front of the emperor. How dare he get into trouble with these things.
"Yesterday, Mr. said that you don't have to go in the morning, and you will have classes as usual in the afternoon. Brother Thirteen, you skipped class again!"
Seeing Zhu Jinghong's indifferent expression, Zhu Jinghao reminded him again: "Sir, I told you that you would report your skipping classes to your father!"
"oh!"
oh? Is that the reaction? Zhu Jinghao felt helpless.
How did he know that Zhu Jinghong was not itchy because he had too many lice, so skipping classes really didn't count.
(End of chapter)
