My hotel is full of emperors throughout history.

"Oh."

Chen Mo crossed his arms and glanced sideways at Zhu Yuanzhang, his previous respect and politeness gone.

"Boss Zhu, you're right, absolutely right."

Chen Mo's tone was calm, yet sharp as a knife.

"Kill them. Kill everyone you don't like. The imperial physicians are useless, kill them; the officials are useless, kill them; the son is disobedient... oh, you might not be able to bear to do that."

He paused, then looked sharply at Zhu Yuanzhang.

"Have you ever wondered why the imperial physicians dare not tell you the truth?"

"What's your usual attitude towards those imperial physicians? You're quick to drag them out and behead them, accusing them of being quacks and misdiagnosing patients!"

"How terrified they must have been when they were treating you and the Crown Prince?"

"With utmost caution and trepidation, as if walking on thin ice!"

"In this situation, would they dare to tell the truth?"

"Especially since you caused this! Who among them dares to say, 'His Highness is just overworked; you should make him do less work'?"

"They'll definitely pick the safest, least offensive thing to say! 'Slightly tired,' 'Just need some rest'—aren't those the perfect excuses?"

"Moreover, Zhu Biao's condition is not one that can be cured by medication or acupuncture!"

"It's exhausting! It's draining! It's because my mind and body are constantly tense and I can't relax!"

"It's like a rubber band. If you keep stretching it for too long, it loses its elasticity and becomes brittle. It might break with the slightest touch!"

"Even if you apply the best wound medicine at this point, it will still break! Do you understand?"

"But you still blamed the imperial physician."

"If something happens, they'll pack everyone up and send them down with them."

Zhu Yuanzhang suddenly turned his head, staring intently at Chen Mo.

"Do you know who you're talking to?"

"Considering the meal we had before and how you took Biao'er's pulse, we'll give you another chance to organize your thoughts."

Zhu Yuanzhang said expressionlessly.

Although his tone was calm, a terrifying killing intent instantly spread out.

Chen Mo just gave a cold smile.

"I know, of course I know! Even if you make me say it again, it's still the same thing I just said!"

"Aren't you afraid we'll kill you?!"

Chen Mo sneered again, took a step forward, and even stuck out his neck.

"Come on! Kill! I'm standing right here! Kill me!"

"Don't forget, it wasn't me who traveled to your Ming Dynasty, it was you who traveled to my place!"

"There's no emperor here!"

"When you come to stay at the hotel, everyone gets along well, and the customer is always right."

"But if you come here acting like an emperor, then I'm sorry!"

Chen Mo sneered.

"In my presence, no matter if you're an emperor, a king, or a general, you all have to behave yourself!"

"If you've got the guts, come and kill me with a knife!"

"We'll see who loses out then!"

"At worst, I'll lose my life, but you... your Ming Dynasty will lose an opportunity!"

"A chance to defy fate!"

Chen Mo paused for a moment, but did not stop.

"And you think killing someone will solve everything?"

"Will that consolidate power?"

"Can it clear obstacles for future generations?"

Chen Mo sneered again.

"Do you know that your precious grandson Zhu Yunwen was later dethroned?"

"You don't know? No! You do know!"

"Why was it that he, who possessed the entire Ming Dynasty, was able to have his fourth uncle, Zhu Di, the Prince of Yan, a mere prince with only a few hundred guards, fight his way from Beiping to Yingtianfu and overthrow the throne?!"

Zhu Yuanzhang's pupils contracted sharply, and he pointed at Chen Mo for a long time without being able to utter a single word.

"You...you..."

Chen Mo did not stop, but continued to unleash his full power.

"Just because of you! To pave the way for your weak and timid grandson, they've ruined the careers of those meritorious officials who fought alongside you, those skilled in battle and strategic planning, such as Xun Gui, Lan Yu, Fu Youde, and Feng Sheng..."

"You killed almost everyone, without exception, anyone with a modicum of ability or prestige who might pose a threat to your grandson's throne! You wiped them all out!"

"You have indeed left Zhu Yunwen a seemingly stable empire,"

Chen Mo's tone was full of sarcasm.

"But did you leave him any capable generals? Did you leave him any commanders who could help him quell the rebellions of the regional princes?"

"When Prince Yan, Zhu Di, really rebelled, your grandson sat in Nanjing and looked around, only to find that there were hardly any capable people among them."

"In the end, Zhu Di managed to march all the way to the capital! This is the result of your killing to establish your authority and clear obstacles for your descendants!"

"Stop talking!!!"

Zhu Yuanzhang's eyes were bloodshot.

Zhu Biao disregarded everything else and immediately knelt down on the ground.

"Father! Father! Although Manager Chen's words were harsh, every single one was a warning to the world!"

Zhu Biao clung to Zhu Yuanzhang's leg.

"Father! For the sake of the Ming Dynasty's eternal stability, and to ensure that future generations do not repeat the same mistakes, I beg you, Father, to heed my advice!"

Zhu Yuanzhang was breathing heavily, tears streaming down his face.

He looked at his son, who was weeping bitterly, and then at the young man from the future who spoke with such sharp words. He was breathless.

He no longer flew into a rage, no longer argued, but simply hunched over like a stone statue that had instantly lost all its strength.

Looking at Zhu Yuanzhang's appearance, Chen Mo knew that his words had finally pierced through his hard imperial shell and touched his heart.

He said nothing more and just stood there quietly.

Was Lao Zhu wrong to kill someone?

That's right!

Some of them deserve to be killed!

Those people must be killed to appease the people's anger.

After all, they are really awful!

But you can kill those founding heroes and those corrupt officials without any consequences.

But the question is, how many people were implicated and killed by Lao Zhu's methods?

Putting everything else aside, let's just talk about the imperial physician from earlier.

How many of them deserved to be killed?

Moreover, did Zhu's method of killing really curb corruption?

Indeed, corruption decreased during the Hongwu reign.

However, the corruption among officials throughout the Ming Dynasty was by no means insignificant!

If killing could solve the problem, that would be simple.

Thinking of this, Chen Mo couldn't help but sigh.

Meanwhile, the room was deathly silent, save for Zhu Yuanzhang's heavy breathing and Zhu Biao's suppressed sobs.

Zhu Yuanzhang remained silent, the ferocity and murderous intent in his eyes gradually fading.

Instead, he wore an extremely complex expression, a mixture of pain, struggle, reflection, and a hint of... lingering fear.

Yes... if this killing continues, Biao'er...

Will Biao'er be able to find a renowned doctor who is genuinely willing to treat him and dares to speak the truth?

If he hadn't killed those meritorious officials, would Yunwen's empire have really been taken away?

Fourth brother...

That little bastard, the fourth brother!

When he gets back, he'll beat that little brat to a pulp, and he'll take the fourth brother's surname!

Zhu Yuanzhang took a deep breath, looked at Zhu Biao kneeling on the ground again, sighed, and reached out to help him up.

He didn't speak, but simply used his rough hands to brush away non-existent dust from his son's knees.

Zhu Biao felt the slight tremor in his father's hand and the unprecedented gentleness, and instantly understood what was happening. Tears welled up in his eyes.

He turned to Chen Mo, bowed solemnly, and performed a standard bow, his voice clear and sincere.

"My father was so worried about my illness that he lost his composure and said some offensive things, which disturbed everyone. Zhu Biao apologizes on behalf of his father and hopes for your understanding."

He adopted a humble posture and spoke sincerely, showing no airs of a prince whatsoever.

Since Zhu Biao had already spoken up, Chen Mo couldn't say anything more. As the saying goes, one doesn't hit a smiling face, so he quickly waved his hand.

"Your Highness, you are too kind. I was merely expressing my own thoughts."

Zhu Biao straightened up, gave Chen Mo a grateful look, and then continued.

"Manager Chen, my father and I are new to this place and are experiencing many inconveniences. It seems we will need to trouble you for a while longer. Would you be so kind as to arrange two more guest rooms for us?"

He then looked at Liu Che and asked politely.

"May I ask... sir, where are you staying?"

"If it is convenient, my father and I would like to be neighbors, so that we can ask for your advice if we have any questions."

Liu Che pondered for a moment.

"I live in 203, and the rooms next door, 204 and 202, are already occupied."

Upon hearing this, Zhu Biao smiled.

"In that case, my father and I will live in rooms 205 and 206!"

"Does the innkeeper have any rooms available?"

"Yes! Of course!"

Chen Mo smiled slightly and deftly took out the key.

"This way, please! I guarantee I'll arrange everything perfectly for you!"