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

He was about to say something more when Meng Ji suddenly walked in.

Zhu Di was taken aback.

He then met Meng Jidao.

"Your Majesty, His Highness the Crown Prince just went to the Qianqing Palace. Hearing that you were here, he came here again."

Zhu Di stroked his beard, not thinking much of it, and laughed.

"Is Zhanji here?"

"Alright!"

"Zhanjun, you two brothers should get closer to each other more often."

Zhu Zhanjun glanced at Meng Ji beside him, feeling somewhat strange.

Zhu Zhanji was six or seven years older than him and they had nothing to do with each other. What was he doing here at this time?

Their only previous connection seemed to be that the eldest grandson of the emperor bought his investment shares and was then swindled out of a sum of money.

Dry!

Is this kid planning to come and complain to Zhu Di?

Zhu Zhanjun's mind was racing with thoughts.

In order to complete the system tasks quickly, he used some underhanded methods, which inevitably offended some people. However, it was understandable that he wanted to grow stronger quickly.

Anyway, as long as he can become emperor, none of this matters.

It's just that Zhu Zhanji is too petty; he actually wanted to take revenge on him.

No, we need to be on guard!

Zhu Zhanjun blinked, then suddenly spoke again.

"Grandpa Emperor, I've recently heard that the national treasury is experiencing a shortage of funds?"

Zhu Di nodded, his face immediately turning somewhat gloomy.

"It's not just a lack of money..."

"That old scoundrel Xia Yuanji, the Minister of Revenue, does nothing but complain about being poor whenever he sees me."

"Dredging of the Grand Canal, construction of the Yellow River dikes, the return of the Northern Expeditionary Army, rewards, compensation, and repair of military equipment."

"There are places where money is needed everywhere."

"It's giving me a headache from all the noise."

Zhu Zhanjun blinked and sighed.

"Grandpa Emperor, it seems being an emperor isn't easy."

Zhu Di sighed.

"Who can argue with that?"

"So, Grandpa Emperor is looking for money everywhere."

"Zhanjun, now that you have a huge sum of money in your hands, shouldn't you support your grandfather a little?"

Zhu Zhanjun glanced at him and chuckled.

He patted his chest.

"Grandpa, aren't you being too polite?"

"We're father and son, after all."

"As a member of the royal family, I must stand up when the Ming Dynasty needs me."

"If I had ten million strings of cash, I'd donate it all to my Imperial Grandfather!"

Zhu Di felt a warmth in his heart.

Listen to this, what a thoughtful grandson he is!

He was overjoyed and patted his eldest grandson's head.

"Zhanjun, you truly live up to your lineage as a descendant of the Zhu family!"

"Truly magnificent!"

"So, you're saying you're willing to give all 300,000+ coins to Grandfather?"

"I don't want to, Your Majesty!" Zhu Zhanjun's dark eyes were full of cunning.

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

Zhu Di almost stumbled and fell.

My emotions have been going up and down so much.

He was a little confused.

"Zhanjun, you would be willing to donate ten million strings of cash to the Ming Dynasty."

"A mere three hundred thousand strings of cash, why are you unwilling?"

Zhu Zhanjun shook his head and said.

"Because I really do have over 300,000!"

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

Zhu Di: "..."

That kid is really quick-witted!

Logically rigorous!

He smiled wryly.

"You little rascal, are you kidding your royal grandfather?"

Zhu Zhanjun chuckled.

"Grandpa Emperor, I can't donate all of my 300,000-plus strings of cash to you."

"Here's what we'll do, Your Majesty. I'll give you 300,000 strings of cash."

"But you should at least show some appreciation..."

Zhu Di was taken aback, not expecting that Zhu Zhanjun would actually be willing to use such a large sum of money to help him.

The frustration of being tricked vanished instantly.

He patted his chest and laughed loudly.

"Of course."

"How about this, Grandfather will bestow upon you the title of Prince, Dangdang, what do you say?"

Meng Ji, who was in the corner, was taken aback and looked up at Zhu Zhanjun with some surprise.

He never expected that Zhu Zhanjun would be so favored by Zhu Di.

It should be noted that Zhu Gaoxu, the Prince of Han, had four or five sons, but only his eldest son, Zhu Zhanhe, was made the heir apparent to the Prince of Han; the rest of his sons were all without titles.

According to the "Imperial Ancestral Instructions of the Ming Dynasty", the eldest son of a prince was made crown prince at the age of 10, and the other sons of a prince were enfeoffed as princes of the second rank at the age of 10.

Zhu Di deliberately suppressed Zhu Gaoxu by refusing to grant his son the title of Prince of the Second Rank.

Because the Han king's desire to seize the crown prince was too obvious.

The emperor deliberately suppressed the Han King's faction.

The same applies to Zhu Gaosui; apart from his eldest son, all his other sons were without titles.

Unexpectedly, this tradition was broken today because of Zhu Zhanjun?

Zhu Zhanjun blinked.

He pursed his lips.

"Grandpa Emperor, isn't he just a prince?"

"Lacking sincerity."

Zhu Di was both annoyed and amused.

This guy is as cunning as a fox. Although he often leaves the boy bewildered, he must have some skill to fool him.

This time, he even tricked all the noble sons of Kyoto and extorted hundreds of thousands of kan of wealth from them.

I've never heard of any child who could do this at the age of six, from ancient times to the present.

Such intelligence inspired his appreciation for talent.

This time, we plan to make an exception and bestow upon him the title of king.

I didn't expect this kid to be so dismissive.

Considering that his grandson was too young to understand the political considerations involved, he didn't pay much attention and patted Zhu Zhanjun on the shoulder.

"Zhanjun, what do you want?"

Zhu Zhanjun leaned closer and winked.

"Grandpa, your imperial seal looks quite sturdy."

"Can I play with it?"

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

Zhu Di: "..."

He never expected that this grandson would actually set his sights on his imperial seal.

Is this something that can be given away casually?

He said irritably.

"Zhanjun, what do you want this imperial seal for?"

Zhu Zhanjun stared with his innocent-looking big eyes.

"Grandpa, use this to crack walnuts."

"Don't you think these walnuts are too hard?"

"I think that jade seal would be perfect for smashing."

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

Zhu Di's face twitched.

This kid always surprises him.

There's always a feeling that his intelligence is being crushed.

He pinched Zhu Zhanjun's still chubby cheek hard and snorted.

"You brat, that thing isn't for cracking walnuts!"

"It's settled then, Grandfather will bestow upon you the title of Prince!"

Just then, a series of footsteps sounded.

"Grandson Zhu Zhanji greets His Majesty the Emperor!"

Upon hearing this, Zhu Di smiled.

"Zhanji, you've arrived."

Zhu Zhanjun also glanced at it.

The newcomer appeared to be about twelve or thirteen years old, with a handsome appearance. He wore a blue four-clawed dragon round collar, a winged crown, and high-top black boots.

Tsk tsk tsk!

The legendary good grandson.

The terminator of the Hanwang family.

The number one barbecue master of the Ming Dynasty!