From the moment when all the officials knelt down for Zhu Zhanji, it also meant that the princelings had won a complete victory.

And the Han Wang party lost completely.

The crown prince held the edict and began to announce the decree, and his voice spread to every corner.

"Since ancient times, emperors, sacrificing to the heavens and establishing the pole, raising the universe, will establish the Yuan Prince, in order to consolidate the country, so as not to be boundless and fierce, I have been conscientious all night, and it is difficult to rely on the ancestors to create."

"The grandson Zhu Zhanji is very talented, and the emperor is merciful."

"I would like to inform the Zongmiao Tiandi Society in the twelfth year of Yongle, grant Zhu Zhanji a book of treasures, establish as the emperor's grandson, and unify the people for thousands of years, in order to tie the heart of the four seas......"

The prince took the decree and read it aloud.

Zhu Di took Zhu Zhanji's hand, walked on the red carpet step by step, and walked towards the palace inside.

Behind him, the prince stepped on the red carpet and followed.

King Zhao, Zhu Zhanqi, the eldest princess and others, outside the red carpet, followed behind them and walked towards the depths of the palace.

Wait for the prince's last words to fall.

Around the palace, the hundred officials knelt down again.

King Zhao knelt down.

Zhu Zhanyan knelt down.

Hundred officials knelt.

The eldest princess knelt.

Yang Shiqi, Jian Yi and others all knelt.

Eunuchs, twelve guards, royal guards, rider guards, all kneel!

All around, there was no one left standing.

Yang Shiqi shouted excitedly: "Congratulations on the return of the grandson!" ”

The eldest princess knelt on the ground slightly, tears fell, and shouted loudly: "Congratulations on the return of the grandson!" ”

King Zhao gritted his teeth and shouted, "Congratulations on the return of the grandson!" ”

Zhu Zhanyan stared at the young figure at the front, his eyes revealing extreme jealousy.

His voice was very small: "Congratulations on the return of the grandson." ”

"Big brother, you're finally back and didn't die on the road......" he muttered, knowing that he had lost all hope.

The emperor's grandson does not belong to him after all.

This glory is inflicted on others.

He clenched his fists tightly, and his eyes already showed an unconcealable disappointment and a trace of resentment towards the old man.

Because the person behind the old man's back is not him!

Why?

Why the best, all given to the big brother.

Why am I reduced to a piece of grass on my knees?

King Zhao looked ahead, looking at the young figure who followed the old man closely, and sighed slightly in his heart.

He knew there was no hope for him.

"This country, after all, is still the eldest family's, not me and my second brother." King Zhao sighed, feeling extremely lost in his heart.

He didn't have that much obsession with the throne, but he was just as unwilling.

But now, there is nothing to be done.

The military generals and noble groups are also lost in their hearts and can hardly hide their discomfort.

Because the princelings won a complete victory, those who supported the Han king were completely defeated.

Maybe in the future, it will be suppressed.

They knelt on the ground, their minds different, but they were still respectful on the surface.

In the civil official camp, they are extremely satisfied with this imperial grandson, they appreciate the talent of King Huai, appreciate his military strength, and canonize him as the imperial grandson, which is what everyone expects!

As a subordinate of the Ming Dynasty, the Wara envoy also knelt down at this moment.

The Warat envoy looked ahead in disbelief, looking at the figure of the young man who was closely following behind the Yongle Emperor, and his eyes showed extreme horror.

Because he saw it, and saw everything that had happened to this young man.

He still remembered that it was this young man who blocked all their attacks at the Daming border pass.

4,000 people, blocking the Taiping, the 100,000 army of the Vulture Polo, and the 60,000 main force of Mahami Khan, were completely annihilated in Datong City, unable to take a step on the Great Wall.

The heart of the messenger of Warat was shaken fiercely.

Even the grandson of their Mahami Khan, who was recognized as the strongest of the younger generation of the steppe, was defeated by His Royal Highness the Imperial Grandson.

Moreover, it is not a defeat once or twice.

Instead, he charged several times, and he was beaten back by the imperial grandson first.

It is enough to see how strong this imperial grandson is!

When he saw this scene, the heart of the messenger of Warat had sunk to the bottom.

He was suddenly confused about the future of Warat.

Because he didn't know if the third-generation monarch of the Ming Dynasty would attack them like the Yongle Emperor in the future.

First of all, I can't stop this imperial grandson, this is a sure thing.

"Maham Khan, you're saying this too soon......" the Warat messenger sighed deeply.

used the third generation of Daming to threaten others, but I didn't expect to be slapped in the face this time.

At this moment, different people have different ideas.

The old man didn't care so much, he led the grandson to the front, and after the hundred officials got up, he followed closely behind the emperor, the prince, and the grandson, and walked towards the Fengtian Palace.

The canonization ceremony is not over yet!

It's just getting started.

Step by step, Zhu Zhanji stepped on the red carpet, he stepped on not the red carpet, but the pace of walking towards the center of power!

The closer you are to the deep palace, the closer you are to power.

At this moment, how could Zhu Zhanji's heart not be agitated, how could he not be heroic?

The crown princess also followed behind, looking at her son's tall and mighty figure, no worse than his grandfather, which made the princess unconsciously puff up her chest, and raised her hands and feet, with a sense of pride.

The princess who has not been seen for a long time seems to be back!

This is her son.

The crown prince also followed behind the grandfather and grandson, and there was a loving light in his eyes.

Finally, the son was recognized.

I will be able to see this son every day from now on.

The prince followed behind, and couldn't help but giggle, with a look of relief on his face.

Today, the first day of the third month, is the biggest happy event in the Ming Dynasty.

Follow the old man, all the way through the red carpet, until the Fengtian Palace!

In the Fengtian Palace, the hundred officials were in place, and the grandson knelt in the center, ready to accept the canonization.

The old man took off his armor, put on a dragon robe, held the crown of the grandson in his hand, and walked in front of the grandson step by step.

With a relieved, solemn, and heavy look, he looked at this grandson.

The old man solemnly put the crown of the grandson in his hand and put it on for the grandson.

"From now on, my Ming Dynasty will usher in the third generation of imperial grandson!" The old man waved his hand and spoke.

For a time, the hundred officials of the Fengtian Palace, and the Imperial Forest Army outside, once again roared with a tsunami.

"Long live my emperor!"

"Long live my emperor!"

The sound resounded throughout the Forbidden City.

Zhu Zhanji knelt in the center of the hall, couldn't help but stir in his heart, and shouted: "Minister Zhu Zhanji, thank you for the order!" ”

When the shouting ended, King Zhao looked at Zhu Zhanji with a complicated expression.

Zhu Zhan clenched his fists tightly.

Above the court, the expressions are different.

And at this moment, Ji Gang hurriedly walked in from outside the hall.

He quickly walked to the old man's side and muttered a few words in a low voice, the old man's face changed slightly, and his eyes seemed to become sharper.

Because, there has just been an urgent report from Shandong, King Han, finally raised troops!

On the first day of the first month of March, on the day of the official canonization of the grandson, the king of Han also raised troops and expressed his extreme dissatisfaction.

30,000 troops, raised.

After Ji Gang finished reporting this information, he hesitated for a moment, his face was ugly, and he continued to whisper: "Emperor, not only that, after King Han broke through Qingzhou, he began to slaughter the city......

Massacre of the city?

Zhu Di's eyes suddenly burst out of gloom.

"Slaughtering the city?" Zhu Di couldn't believe it.

Ji Gang said in a low voice: "According to the Shandong report, all the 100,000 people in Qingzhou have been slaughter......ed."

Zhu Di's chest began to rise and fall.

He realized why King Han had done this.

This is revenge, revenge for Zhu Di for not fulfilling the agreement of the year, so in a fit of anger, he slaughtered 100,000 people in Qingzhou!

"One hundred thousand ......," Zhu Di muttered.

What kind of number is that?

Slaughtering the city, slaughtering the people of the Ming Dynasty.

This powerful monarch, hearing such a strong challenge signal at this moment, couldn't help but feel like he was going against the blood.

In front of him, there was a burst of blackness, which was angered by the rebel son of King Han.

Father and son, finally turned against each other!

"Suppress this matter, no matter what, wait until the canonization ceremony is over!" The old man said in a deep voice.

He didn't want to affect his own compensation for his grandson, and he didn't want other things to ruin his grandson's mood.

What's more, if the court learns about this situation, I'm afraid that it will explode.

Ji Gang nodded and quickly withdrew from the Fengtian Palace.

Zhu Chen couldn't help but ask, "Your Majesty, what's wrong?" ”

Zhu Di smiled, and his eyes became kind: "It's okay, your canonization ceremony is important!" ”