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

Zhu Di rubbed his temples.

These guys have completely abandoned all decorum.

After everyone had looked around, Zhu Zhanji picked up a telescope and took a look. He immediately trembled, his expression shifting between anger and uncertainty.

This thing is truly extraordinary!

How did Zhu Zhanjun manage to do that?

Zhang Fu, who was standing nearby, clapped his hands in praise.

"Such a treasure, used in battle, would be like adding wings to a tiger!"

"When the two armies are facing off, the enemy's situation is fully visible."

"Even scouts and reconnaissance teams moving troops dozens of miles away cannot escape their notice!"

"This is simply a militaristic weapon!"

Zhu Yong nodded repeatedly.

"Indeed, this item has countless uses for defending cities, patrolling borders, and coastal defense!"

"If every one of our generals possessed one, enabling them to anticipate the enemy's moves, then which nation in the world could be a match for our Great Ming?"

Everyone nodded in agreement.

Even civil officials recognized the strategic value of this item.

And this thing was made by a child.

Everyone looked at Zhu Zhanjun, their gazes shifting slightly, their hearts filled with shock.

Zhu Di took back the telescope, stroking its cool brass barrel, his eyes sparkling with interest as he looked at Zhu Zhanjun.

"Zhanjun, did you figure out this telescope yourself?"

Zhu Zhanjun chuckled.

"Your Majesty, it is a little gadget that I came up with in my spare time."

"A trinket?" Zhu Di shook his head and chuckled. "If this is a trinket, then all the craftsmen in the world may as well give up!"

"This item will be of immense help in matters of national importance!"

He pondered for a moment, then suddenly asked, "Zhanjun, is this thing difficult to make?"

Zhu Zhanjun shook his head.

"Polishing the lens requires skilled craftsmen and glass, but crafting the body is not difficult."

"If Your Majesty requires it, I may present the method of manufacture, and the Ministry of Works or the Ordnance Bureau may select craftsmen to specialize in its production."

"However, it is quite expensive to manufacture."

Upon hearing this, Zhu Di patted Zhu Zhanjun on the shoulder and laughed heartily.

"This thing is worth an entire army!"

"Some expenses are normal."

"Zhanjun, you've done another great service!"

"With this telescope, I have no worries about failing in my future northern expedition!"

"I will certainly reward you handsomely!"

His hearty laughter immediately echoed across the mountaintop.

No one understood the excitement he felt inside.

Although the last Northern Expedition was successful, it put immense pressure on the court.

This made him hesitate for a moment about whether to continue the Northern Expedition next time.

But now that he has this telescope, he can be sure that the results of his northern expedition will not be small.

Because he had gained his position illegitimately, he desperately wanted to achieve great military exploits to prove himself.

This grandson was such a pleasant surprise to him.

The people around also smiled.

In the crowd, Zhu Gaochi wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

Zhu Zhanji's face turned black, and he almost ground his teeth to powder.

Damn it!

He should be the one praised by the Emperor and the focus of everyone's attention!

How come he, the eldest grandson of the emperor, seems to have become invisible?

.....................

night.

Qianyuan Palace.

Zhu Zhanjun wrote down his method for making a telescope on a piece of paper.

He hesitated for a moment before writing down the method of glassmaking.

After all, you have to eat one bite at a time.

After a while.

Zhu Zhanjun handed the draft in his hand to Meng Ji, the chief eunuch who had been waiting beside him for a long time.

"Steward Meng, I'll leave these to you."

"Please deliver this to my grandfather."

Meng Ji bowed deeply.

"Your Highness is too kind."

"This is what I should do."

He took the draft paper and smiled again.

"After returning to the palace today, His Majesty praised Prince Jiyang many times in front of the many scholars in the cabinet, saying that he will be the pillar of the Ming Dynasty in the future."

After saying this, he bowed and then left.

Zhu Zhanjun raised an eyebrow.

Meng Ji's words revealed some information, but not much.

However, it also indicates a change in his status.

Meng Ji used to treat him with utmost respect, never finding fault with him, but the more respect he showed, the more distant he became.

My comment today seems like a deliberate attempt to curry favor.

Zhu Zhanjun certainly didn't think that his domineering aura alone could make a chief eunuch who had been in the harem for many years turn against him.

But you have to take it one step at a time; you can't get fat in one bite.

The attitude of these people proves that they are becoming increasingly important.

Zhu Zhanjun stroked his chin and then snapped his fingers.

System, start drawing lots!

[Ding! Host has selected to open 2 silver treasure chests!]

[Ding! You have received 1,000 strings of Ming Dynasty banknotes. Do you wish to claim them?]

[Ding! You have received 1 cup of coffee. Would you like to claim it?]

[Ding! Host has selected to open 3 golden treasure chests!]

[Ding! You have obtained 1 Jadeite. Do you wish to claim it?]

[Ding! You have acquired the skill: Intermediate Women's Underwear Design *1. Do you wish to claim it?]

[Ding! You have received a selection of "Journey to the West" books. Do you wish to claim it?]

[Ding! Host has selected to open 2 Prism Treasure Chests!]

[Ding! You have obtained a wax figure of Zhu Yuanzhang*1 (a custom-made premium version). Do you wish to claim it?]

[Ding! You have obtained a Prism-level quest – "The Betting Agreement": You can freely choose when the quest starts. Once the quest starts, if you can obtain three Prism Treasure Chests within ten minutes, you will pass. If you fail, you will lose three Prism Treasure Chests! (Upon completion of the quest, you will receive one Prism Treasure Chest and upgrade any one of your skills to Prism level.)]

Zhu Zhanjun glanced at the rewards, his lips twitching.

Today's reward is rather abstract.

Let's not even talk about that damn underwear design.

Does he, the grandson of the Ming emperor and the future emperor of the Ming dynasty, have to liberate women's hearts?

If this were recorded in the history books, it would be that on a certain day of a certain month of a certain year, when the emperor was still a grandson of the emperor, he once made a bra for women, called "breast bra", to relieve women of the pain of binding their breasts. People at the time found it strange.

Doesn't he have any pride?

And that wax figure of the founding emperor...

What does he need this for?

The Prismatic Treasure Chest, a prestigious treasure chest, only offers this much as a reward?

Although he is now a descendant of the founding emperor, this thing is useless.

And that damn Prism task.

The performance-based agreement has been signed.

They were quite generous, betting three Prismatic Treasure Chests directly!

If this task is completed, you will receive a total of four Prism Chests as a reward and a chance to upgrade your Prism skill.

It was an absolute display of wealth.

Of course, if you fail, you'll be in debt for three months.

However, this task is also very difficult.

The task doesn't start immediately; you can choose when to start it.

However, once activated, you must obtain three Prismatic Chests within ten minutes.

So far, he hasn't obtained many Prism Chests.

Not to mention getting three at once.

This is extremely difficult!

Zhu Zhanjun rubbed his temples, feeling a bit of a headache.

What kind of crappy missions are these?

Even if you smashed that wax figure of Emperor Taizu directly in front of Zhu Di, it would at most startle him and give him a prismatic treasure chest.

And so, we still have to be prepared for the right moment for the wax figure to appear; it can't just appear out of thin air.

Getting three at once is incredibly difficult.

There's simply no way!

Well, what's done is done. Let's go to sleep.

.....................

Inside the Qianqing Palace.

Zhu Di received the telescope design drawings from Meng Ji and laughed heartily with satisfaction.

He stroked his short beard, his eyes gleaming.

"A great-grandson of Qilin descended from the heavens."

"Truly, Heaven blesses our Great Ming Dynasty."

"Meng Ji, isn't it the fifteenth of the month in a few days?"

Meng Ji nodded respectfully.

"Your Majesty, in three days, on the fifteenth, will be the day for the four cardinal seasons of worship, and for offering sacrifices to ancestors on the first and fifteenth of each month."

Zhu Di stroked his beard and laughed.

"Go and make good preparations, and make sure it's a grand affair."

"I will properly offer sacrifices to my ancestors."

"Damn, their ancestors' graves are emitting auspicious smoke."