In the Ming Dynasty 1498, my restaurant connects two worlds.

Chapter 93 Killing with Impure Intentions

Song Xiaoyi had prepared many plans for his actions after arriving in the capital, such as how to contact Mu Bin, how to find his parents and grandfather through the Embroidered Uniform Guard, and how to communicate with Emperor Zhu Youcheng, etc. He never expected it to be like this.

Zhu You was breathing rapidly, his shoulders trembled slightly, and his eyes were bloodshot, as if the last straw was about to break him.

Song Xiaoyi remained silent for a few seconds. He had just confirmed that his parents held important positions and that his grandfather was the chief steward of the imperial kitchen. This meant that Emperor Zhu Youtang had no ill intentions towards the Song family, who were also time travelers.

"What kind of person are you waiting for? How do you know that the person who will become a culinary master isn't the one you're waiting for?"

"I need someone with the ability to return to another dimension on missions!"

"Brother Zhu, didn't you just ask? I do have a spatial ability."

"I know that having space is useless if you don't have a mission and can't go back."

"I can go back, it'll just be a bit of a hassle. My space isn't small, what do you want to put in it?"

"Go back? Back to the modern era?! Old Song and the others said we can't go back! How could you—" Zhu You suddenly looked up, "How old are you?!"

648 cubic meters.

"648 cubic meters, that's enough! That's enough!!"

"Come with me!"

Zhu Youcheng grabbed Song Xiaoyi's hand and ran towards the back. Once outside the main hall's back door, the guards and eunuchs exchanged glances, ready to follow. Zhu Youcheng shouted as he ran, "Don't follow me! Stand still!"

Zhu Youcheng pulled Song Xiaoyi along, running past two main halls and then past the Wuying Hall, until they reached the door of the third room behind the Wuying Hall. He took out his key and opened the door.

"Are you carrying the keys yourself?"

"The things inside are very important, more important than my life. This place is guarded by secret guards 24 hours a day."

"24 hours? You use hours to measure time? Did you travel from the post-reform era?"

"Stop talking nonsense, come in first, we can chat slowly when we get back."

"648 cubic meters, I didn't expect you to be so lucky. You have a system and such a large space. You can really be called a lucky one."

"Brother, I earned these 648 cubic meters one cubic meter at a time."

"How do I earn that?!"

"Well, I'm donating porcelain from our Great Ming Dynasty to the country, blue and white porcelain, celadon. Donating one piece can expand the volume by 5 cubic meters."

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"Donating one item can expand the capacity by 5 cubic meters? That's great! Why don't I have that kind of luck!"

"Come here, take a look."

"The Yongle Encyclopedia!?" Song Xiaoyi looked at the neatly stacked books in front of him, which were more than half a person high and stretched as far as the eye could see. The cover of each book had the four characters "Yongle Encyclopedia" written on it!

Song Xiaoyi's fingertips trembled uncontrollably, almost touching the spine of the book, then he clenched his fist and held it at his side, his Adam's apple bobbing as he turned to Zhu Youcheng, "Brother, don't tell me these are all original copies of the Yongle Encyclopedia?!"

Zhu You laughed heartily, the slanting sunlight from outside the door brushing across the fine lines at the corners of his eyes, his smile becoming even brighter with a sense of relief. "You're right, this is the original copy of the Yongle Encyclopedia, and it's also my mission."

Song Xiaoyi stood there, stunned, staring at Zhu You in disbelief. His mission was actually this? What kind of story was this?

"Don't just stand there, quickly take it. I'll be at ease once you take it. I've been on tenterhooks for the past few years because of these things. I've been waiting for six long years for a transmigrator with a space from another world."

"My grandfather and the others don't have a space? That's impossible!"

"Old Song and his men don't even have a system."

"Are there any other time travelers?"

"have!"

"Nothing usable has any space."

"What about those with internal space?"

"Those who possessed spatial abilities had impure intentions and were all killed by my guards."

"Killed them? How did you determine that their intentions were impure? How did you kill them?"

"Haha, it won't hurt to tell you now. Didn't you notice where the guards stopped to let you dismount?"

"I saw it, and I found it strange that it says 'Blue line for horses, yellow line for cars,' but there's only one green line."

"Yes, why does it say 'Blue line for horses, yellow line for cars,' but there's only a green line? Haven't you thought about that?"

"No, I didn't think that much about it."

"It really is fate! If you think about it, you'll realize that the emperor you're about to meet, Zhu Youcheng, is most likely a time traveler."

"So what if I know?"

"Possessing high-level martial arts skills, in that grand hall, didn't you want to kill me and take my place?"

"Hey, big brother, don't play these power games! I can't outmaneuver you! I never thought of that! Absolutely never!"

"Don't be afraid. I know you didn't mean it. If you had even thought about it, you wouldn't have made it here. You would have been a corpse over there."

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"How can you make that judgment?"

"Your eyes can reveal your thoughts. One of my guards can read minds."

"That's so dangerous!"

"Hahaha, so this is fate! We can talk about that later. First, take this treasure. I'll feel at ease once you've taken it."

At this moment, Song Xiaoyi didn't know what words to use to describe his feelings. These original copies of the Yongle Encyclopedia, which were at least a hundred cubic meters in size and numbered over ten thousand volumes, were so large that even touching them would be a desecration!

Any one of these volumes would be a top-tier national treasure!

But he gave it all to me right away? We've only known each other for a few minutes?

"Don't just stand there, hurry up and collect it!"

Zhu You urged him a second time, and Song Xiaoyi came to his senses. With a slight thought, the pile of books disappeared and were neatly stacked in the system space in order.

The catalog consists of 60 volumes, the main text comprises 22877 volumes, totaling 11095 books, which together occupy more than 100 cubic meters of space.

Seeing the Yongle Encyclopedia gradually disappear into thin air, Zhu Youtang finally believed that this kid really did have a space in another world.

With the Yongle Encyclopedia in this room put away, the heavy burden on Zhu Youcheng's heart was lifted, and the room no longer needed to be guarded day and night. Zhu Youcheng went out and waved his hand, and two secret guard leaders jumped out from the side. "Tell the brothers to leave. There's no need to guard this place anymore."

"Yes, sir!"

"Xiao Yi, let's go have a meal. No, let's go eat. Hahaha, I've been speaking the Ming language for so long, it's a bit hard to switch now."

The two walked and chatted easily.

"Brother Zhu, you don't need to change your way of speaking. I can understand the language of the Ming Dynasty."

"That's true. You get along quite well with Zhu Zhishan, Tang Bohu, and Mu Bin as well."

"Haha, Brother Zhu, I understand now. You must have started targeting me with Mu Bin."

"Actually, it started with bicycles. But you're right about Mu Bin, after all, as people from later generations, as long as they know the history of this era, Mu Bin is the most famous member of the Embroidered Uniform Guard during the Hongzhi reign."

"I finally understand why Mu Bin, a mere minor official in Yingtian Prefecture of Southern Zhili, was promoted so quickly. His backer is the emperor; how could he not rise so fast?"

"Hahaha"

"Judging from the mass production of bicycles, I can basically conclude that you have a lot of space, and not a small amount at that."

Haha, thinking they had it all figured out, but actually they were completely within someone else's calculations.