Wu Feng shook his head, his expression unusually somber. He sighed and said,
"Your Reverence and Third Master are in a difficult position… In just two months, Prince Jing has seized control of everything, leaving even us idle. What can Third Master do? Young Master Zhu, you must find a way… We've discussed privately that Your Reverence might resort to a hunger strike to force Prince Jing's hand, thus revealing his tyrannical and rebellious nature to the world… If Your Reverence starves himself, Third Master will naturally refuse to eat as well…"
This?
What's happening?
How did it come to this?
If it comes to this, the son forcing the father to his death, Prince Jing's scheme will be exposed. The Jiajing Emperor reigned for over forty years and commanded considerable authority; people still revered him. If he is forced to die like this, no one will listen to Prince Jing's fabricated stories. But must it truly be this way?
Indeed, indeed.
Everyone was immediately filled with admiration.
With everyone slightly reassured, Zhu Mo called Zhang Juzheng to the stern of the boat and directly relayed Wu Feng's words, also revealing his own royal lineage.
Zhang Juzheng was not surprised. He merely shook his head and chuckled,
"As expected, this is what I suspected in the past… Zixuan, it's rare that you remain so unmoved by such status…"
Heh,
"It's not a good thing, is it? Look how miserable Prince Jing is. And Prince Yu? What about Prince Ning from before, and later Prince Dai and Prince Raoyang? Which of them met a good end?"
Zhu Mo genuinely didn't see any good in it and had always wondered why so many people enjoyed transmigrating to become Ming Dynasty princes, thinking it was something great.
After a moment of shared sentiment, Zhu Mo voiced a plan that had just occurred to him.
"Brother Taiyue, since I am also a prince, I can naturally ascend the throne… Do you have any good ideas? If nothing else works, we can fight our way back to the capital, and I'll sit on the dragon throne. Wouldn't that make reforms even smoother?"
He spoke, unaware of the taste of his own words.
Zhang Juzheng was taken aback, then blurted out,
"Absolutely not! Absolutely not! Think about it, although our dynasty originated with the Grand Ancestor being King of Wu, the Yongle Emperor later marched south in the Jingnan campaign, and then established the capital in Beijing… Therefore, it is impossible for our dynasty to march north again. Acting rashly would be a grave mistake, and the fragmentation of the empire would be predictable…"
Oh?
This indeed reminded Zhu Mo.
He had originally thought he could claim the title of King of Wu and march north, but after this, he realized it wouldn't work?