The Great Ming Demon Pill: Your Majesty, please address me as the Crown Prince!

Zhu Di and Zhu Gaoxu exchanged a bewildered glance, then suddenly felt a churning in their stomachs.

Damn it, did they just taste a bowl of soup made from boys' urine?

"Ugh!" Zhu Gaoxu immediately stood up, covered his neck with both hands, and put on a mask of pain.

This silly son is such a jerk!

Zhu Di, on the other hand, remained much calmer.

After all, back when we were hiding from Jianwen's spies, we even ate pig manure.

What's so special about a child's urine?

From a medical perspective, children's urine is far more nourishing than water from a rootless source.

Zhu Zhanjun coughed lightly.

"Dad, stop being stingy. With your big mouth, you just gulped down a whole bowl of food."

"This will help cool you down."

"I wouldn't give it to just anyone."

Zhu Gaoxu: "!!!"

In that case, I should thank you.

Zhu Di coughed lightly.

"Zhanjun, what book did you give the old monk the other day?"

"This old monk hasn't left the temple for half a month."

"Your imperial grandfather sent people to look for him, but he ignored them."

Zhu Zhanjun was taken aback and touched his chin.

"No way, it's just some secret manuals on the way of investigating things."

"One can become a top-tier expert by merely grasping the basics."

"If one can thoroughly understand 'Advanced Mathematics' and 'University Physics,' then one will directly reach the Great Perfection of the Doctor Emperor's cultivation."

"The last one is probably the one I can't understand."

"Grandpa, are you sure he didn't go out, or that he didn't fall asleep while watching?"

"These tips are perfect for putting people to sleep, they're exactly what you need!"

Zhu Di was completely bewildered by the jumble of new terms, but he could still grasp the general meaning.

he mused.

"I don't know that."

"Alright, Grandfather will go to Qingshou Temple later."

Zhu Zhanjun blinked.

"Grandpa, do you have business with the old monk?"

Zhu Di stroked his short beard and smiled.

"You little rascal, you really have no sense of propriety."

"My name is Old Monk, and yours is also Old Monk."

Zhu Zhanjun chuckled.

"Grandpa, Buddhism teaches that all beings are equal, so the old monk won't care what I call him."

"Besides, 'old' is a respectful term for elders."

"Only highly virtuous and eminent monks can be called monks."

"This is also a form of respect."

Zhu Di shook his head.

"You little rascal, you're such a smooth talker."

Zhu Gaoxu clicked his tongue in disbelief as he watched.

Damn, the old man really loves his grandson.

If he, Zhu Gaochi, and Zhu Gaosui dared to be so disrespectful, they would be hung up and beaten.

Zhu Di continued.

"Your imperial grandfather went to see the old monk this time because he intends to have him oversee the construction of the Great Bao'en Temple."

Zhu Zhanjun was taken aback.

"The Great Bao'en Temple?"

He recognizes that name.

Zhu Di coughed lightly.

"To repay the boundless kindness of Emperor Taizu and Empress Xiaoci Gao in giving birth to and raising us, my imperial grandfather wishes to build a royal temple to perform meritorious deeds, pray for the deceased parents' well-being, and bless them to ascend to the Pure Land as soon as possible."

"At the same time, we also pray for the well-being of all people, wishing for favorable weather, abundant harvests, national prosperity and peace, the elimination of disasters, and lasting peace."

Zhu Zhanjun seemed to be deep in thought, and then suddenly realized what was going on.

"Grandpa, I understand."

"In other words, you were afraid people would say you usurped the throne, so you built royal Buddhist temples to legitimize yourself by using Buddhism's image of 'benevolence, filial piety, and compassion,' right?"

[Ding! You have obtained a golden treasure chest!]

Zhu Di: "..."

You have a great eye for people!

Zhu Gaoxu looked like he was in a pain.

Damn it, even if you say that, I don't dare to listen.

Zhu Di took a deep breath.

"Zhanjun, the reason you gave is indeed somewhat related."

"But only a little bit."

Zhu Zhanjun had a knowing look on his face.

"Grandpa, I understand."

"It's mainly for the sake of Emperor Taizu and Empress Xiaocigao."

Zhu Di revealed an expression of admiration for his promising grandson.

He coughed lightly.

"It's a pity that those ministers are always complaining that the national treasury is empty."

Zhu Zhanjun remained calm and composed.

"Grandpa, if we don't have money, we can wait. There's no rush."

"I believe the founding emperor would not blame you."

Zhu Di's face was amiable.

"My dear grandson..."

"How's business lately?"

Zhu Zhanjun looked wary.

"Grandpa, you don't want to borrow money from me, do you?"

Zhu Di shook his head.

"Zhanjun, your grandfather is not that kind of person."

"Why would Grandpa Emperor lend you money?"

"Grandpa Emperor thinks that since a temple is being built to worship your great-great-grandfather, shouldn't you donate something?"

Zhu Zhanjun: "..."

The old man has become cunning now!

They definitely didn't lend it; they should have just made him donate it directly.

He rolled his eyes.

"Grandpa, this won't do."

"We keep public and private matters separate."

"One thing at a time."

Zhu Gaoxu's eyelids twitched violently.

I thought to myself, "Why are you so stubborn, kid?"

The old man just wants some money.

If you can appease the old man, the entire Ming Dynasty will be yours in the future.

He couldn't help but say.

"Zhanjun...you..."

He was interrupted by Zhu Zhanjun as soon as he finished speaking.

"Father, Grandfather is talking to me, not to you."

"Can you please shut up? I can see right up to your throat."

"If your throat is itchy, eat a chicken foot to scratch it."

[Ding! You have obtained a golden treasure chest!]

Zhu Gaoxu: "???"

Do I have absolutely no status?

Zhu Di didn't pay any attention to his second son. He coughed lightly and spoke slowly and deliberately.

"Zhanjun..."

"Are you really going to just stand by and watch your grandfather's hair turn white because of lack of money?"

Zhu Zhanjun patted his chest.

"Grandpa, I have a secret method to help you dye your hair black."

[Ding! You have obtained a silver treasure chest!]

Zhu Di: "..."

Good lad, you're so slippery.

He raised an eyebrow.

"Zhanjun, can't you lend a hand to your grandfather?"

Zhu Zhanjun touched his chin.

"Alright then, Grandfather, I'll lend you a hand."

Upon hearing this, Zhu Di's face lit up with a smile, and he couldn't help but say something.

"You finally agreed to something, kid."

"But given the relationship between us, you're only going to give us one helping hand? Can't you give us a few more?"

The implication was quite obvious; even Zhu Gaoxu could understand it. Zhu Di meant that since money was going to be given anyway, his good grandson should contribute more.

Zhu Zhanjun said in a serious tone.

"Grandpa, just one."

Zhu Di feigned displeasure: "Is this all our friendship is?"

Zhu Zhanjun shook his head and said.

"Grandpa, it has nothing to do with affection."

"The one who helped you is a grandson."

"You fucking bastard, that guy's gay."

[Ding! You have obtained a golden treasure chest!]

Zhu Di: "..."

Zhu Gaoxu: "..."