Daming: Dad, you are really not good at governing the country

Chapter 708: Zhu Biao prevents Zhu Gang from beating Zhang Changshi to death, and Wang Biao is almos

Zhu Biao’s eyes were as sharp as torches, and they were like two sharp cold rays, piercing straight at Zhu Gang.

His eyes were fixed on Zhu Gang, never moving away for a moment.

It was as if he wanted to analyze Zhu Gang’s every move, every frown and smile clearly.

Zhu Gang looked confident on the surface and tried to appear calm and composed.

However, under Zhu Biao’s sharp gaze, that pretended calm appearance was like a piece of thin paper, as if it would be punctured at any time.

As the crown prince who would rule the world in the future, Zhu Biao received the most rigorous royal education since childhood.

He knew that every decision and every resolution of conflicts between brothers was crucial.

This is not only about brotherhood, but is also closely related to the future of the entire Ming Dynasty.

If handled improperly, it may lead to conflicts among brothers and shake the foundation of the country.

In this complicated royal situation, any negligence may lead to irreparable consequences.

Zhu Gang openly used severe punishment on Zhang Changshi on the execution ground. Such a blatant behavior may involve far more than just personal grudges.

Zhu Biao knew that all royal affairs were closely connected with the court, which might very well involve the complicated court situation and the game between various forces.

Perhaps behind this seemingly simple incident, there is a conspiracy by certain forces to disrupt the government and seek personal gain.

Thinking of this, Zhu Biao subconsciously straightened his back.

He seemed to be injecting strength into himself, and also seemed to be showing everyone his responsibility as the crown prince.

Zhu Biao, who already had a strong and agile figure, now became even more upright.

Like a pine tree, it stands proudly on this cold and windy execution ground.

The whole person naturally exudes an aura unique to a superior, an atmosphere that is a mixture of majesty and calmness.

It is daunting, yet also intimidating.

This aura seemed to be silently declaring: As the crown prince of the Ming Dynasty, Zhu Biao would be able to handle the current difficult situation fairly and properly and safeguard the stability and tranquility of the Ming Dynasty.

The biting cold wind was like a roaring beast, blowing past with bared fangs and claws, as if it wanted to draw everything in the world into its raging vortex.

The strong wind hit Zhu Biao hard, making his clothes rustle.

The sound was like the beating of a war drum, echoing endlessly in the empty execution ground.

The wide robe was pulled wildly by the wind, but Zhu Biao was like a rock rooted in the earth, unmoved.

He stood there quietly, like a towering mountain, overlooking everything around him with an inviolable attitude.

Mountains have always been a symbol of stability.

It has gone through the baptism of time and witnessed the changes of all things, but it has always held its position and is not shaken by any external force.

At this moment, Zhu Biao was like this mountain, calm and determined.

The determination in his eyes seemed to tell everyone: no matter what difficulties and obstacles they faced, no matter how complicated and difficult the dispute between brothers was.

As the crown prince of the Ming Dynasty, I have enough ability and determination to deal with and resolve the situation.

In the howling of the cold wind, Zhu Biao’s figure seemed even taller.

It seemed to have become a support in the hearts of everyone, a solid backing that could shelter them from wind and rain and stabilize the government.

Zhu Biao grew up under the numerous rules and teachings of the palace, and his heart was deeply imprinted with a sense of mission for the Ming Dynasty.

He knew better than anyone that as the crown prince, he shouldered the heavy responsibility of inheriting the empire and protecting the people.

This responsibility is like a heavy mountain, always weighing on Zhu Biao’s shoulders, and he does not allow for the slightest slackness.

At this moment, facing the turmoil caused by Zhu Gang on the execution ground, Zhu Biao knew that he had to put the Ming Dynasty first, and every judgment and every word was like being weighed on a scale. The slightest deviation could lead to unpredictable consequences.

He knew very well that the conflict between the royal brothers was no trivial matter. It was like a fuse, which could easily cause a raging fire if not handled properly.

It burned away the peace of the imperial court and shook the foundation of the entire Ming Dynasty.

Zhu Biao thought to himself: Every move he made was related to the stability and prosperity of the Ming Dynasty.

Now we must not allow the conflicts between brothers to further intensify and affect the stability of the entire Ming Dynasty.

The Ming Dynasty had just been established after going through many ups and downs. The people were eager to recuperate, and the court needed stable development.

If brothers continue to quarrel because of momentary pride or personal grudges, it will inevitably lead to the various forces becoming restless.

The court will inevitably fall into chaos, and the people will once again fall into dire straits.

Therefore, no matter what, Zhu Biao must put the overall situation first and rely on his own wisdom and responsibility.

Properly resolving this conflict will pave the way for long-term stability in the Ming Dynasty.

Thinking of this, Zhu Biao took a deep breath and calmed his thoughts.

His eyes became more determined, and he secretly made up his mind: he must handle this matter carefully and come up with a fair and comprehensive solution for everyone present.

“Third brother, the court is in need of talents right now, and Zhang Changshi has already received the lesson he deserves.

It would be better to give him a chance to redeem himself and demonstrate your benevolence as the King of Jin.

The most important thing is that it is not auspicious to cut off one’s own arm before the army goes out to fight. What do you think, Third Brother?”

When his elder brother Zhu Biao came forward in person to plead for mercy, his calm and majestic words as a superior echoed in Zhu Gang’s ears.

However, Zhu Gang, who was determined to establish his authority, did not waver at all.

This obsession is like a raging fire burning in my heart, difficult to extinguish.

Zhu Gang narrowed his eyes slightly, and a hint of displeasure and unwillingness flashed in his eyes, but he quickly suppressed it.

Then Zhu Gang turned his head calmly and gave a meaningful look to Wang Biao who was standing not far away.

That look was like an invisible blade, seemingly calm but actually sharp.

The moment Wang Biao received this look, his body trembled slightly involuntarily.

He had been with Zhu Gang for a long time and knew the deep meaning behind that look.

Zhu Gang’s eyes seemed to be silently conveying an order, telling Wang Biao that the matter would not end there and that the Prince of Jin’s Mansion would have other actions to take later.

Although Zhu Biao was still present at the execution ground and the situation became difficult, Zhu Gang obviously did not intend to give up his plan to establish his authority easily.

However, Wang Biao was very clear that as a spy of the Hidden Dragon Guard, he had already been involved.

Next, he would probably have to act according to Zhu Gang’s intentions and try to complete those tasks that the other party had not yet stated explicitly but were self-evident.

“Your Highness, it is precisely because the army is about to go out that we must severely punish these traitors who are colluding with the enemy.

If those who plotted rebellion could be forgiven, it would certainly embolden other people with ulterior motives to act recklessly.”

Seeing that someone openly disobeyed Zhu Biao, the crown prince, Zhu Di, who was standing aside, was shocked.

The originally calm face suddenly changed.

His deep eyes were like the sea before a storm, with dark waves rapidly surging.

Zhu Di pursed his lips tightly, his mouth corners slightly turned down, and his expression became increasingly cold and hard. (End of this chapter)