Erhu was just about to pass down the order when he heard Zhu Yuanzhang calling him.
"Wait!"
"This matter is not urgent. We asked you to inquire about Li Erleng. How did it go?”
"Replying to the Emperor, we have already investigated clearly.”
"Li Erleng was indeed a gangster on the streets in his early years. Later, he clung to Lan He's thigh.”
"Because he helped Lan He snatch Qin Mu's restaurant, he became Lan He's trusted aide and is now the housekeeper of Lan He's residence.”
"Lan He?"
Zhu Yuanzhang frowned. He couldn't think of such a person in his mind.
"Where did this thigh come from?"
"Why haven't we heard of this person before?”
"Replying to the Emperor!"
"Lan He was originally a captain in the army. Because of his bravery in battle, he was valued by the Duke of Liang, General Lan Yu. He was adopted as his son and given the name Lan He!”
Zhu Yuanzhang was so angry that he laughed.
"Haha!"
"A thing the size of a sesame seed, not even as big as the tortoise in the Qinhuai River, can actually be someone else's thigh and bully our eldest grandson!”
"Biao Er!"
"If you have a spirit in the heavens, open your eyes and take a look. This is our Ming Dynasty's proud soldier!”
"Tell me, how can we let such a group of bastards harm the people?”
Zhu Yuanzhang muttered to himself for a while, and then his eyes suddenly turned cold.
"Send an order to the Northern Garrison Guard to order the Embroidered Uniform Guards to increase their surveillance on Lan Yu and Lan He's residences!”
"Yes, sir!"
"This subordinate will pass on the order now!"
Zhu Yuanzhang waved his hand.
"Go!"
"After you pass down the order, come back and have a meal with us.”
Hearing this, Xiao Hu kowtowed gratefully and then took a few steps back out of the hall.
After Erhu left, Zhu Yuanzhang picked up the bowl and chopsticks on the table. When he thought about how Lan Yu's foster son was the one who bullied his eldest grandson, he couldn't help but sneer.
"Humph!"
"Lan Yu, you better not have anything to do with this!”
"Otherwise, even if you're Xiong Ying's uncle, we can't keep you alive!”
……
In the Duke of Liang's estate.
As usual, Lan Yu invited his comrades from the army to his house for a small gathering.
After a few glasses of wine, they were a group of uncouth people who had nothing to say.
"Big Brother Lan!"
"Recently, there are two jujube sellers outside my house!”
"Those dates are not ordinary dates. They are tribute dates from Shandong to the palace!”
After Marquis Jingchuan Cao Zhen finished complaining, Marquis Longevity Zhang Yi also couldn't help but grumble.
"Hey!"
"There are also a few more vendors in front of my house!”
"It's already late autumn, but there's still a shop selling fresh cucumbers. This is f * cking ridiculous!”
"Maybe this cucumber is a high-end product from the palace!”
When Lan Yu heard the two of them complain, she could not help but snort coldly.
"Humph!"
"What is this place? My door can even open a market!”
"Yesterday, three more servants went missing in my residence. I reckon that they will return in a few days.”
When Marquis Jingchuan Cao Zhen and Marquis Heshou Zhang Yi heard Lan Yu's words, they instantly felt that their grievances were nothing.
Now that the Embroidered Uniform Guards were running amok, which official mansion didn't have a few spies from the Embroidered Uniform Guards?
Who knows, the concubine who was still flirting with you a moment ago might run to the North Town Bureau to tell on you in the next moment.
When the Crown Prince was still alive, the Brocade Guard did not dare to openly monitor them.
Now that the Crown Prince had passed away, they were like children without a mother. Every household had been infiltrated by the Jinyiwei like a sieve.
"Big Brother Lan, when will our days end?”
Lan Yu was already a little tipsy. She picked up the wine jar in a daze and raised her head to take a big gulp.
"No time is the end!"
"Your head is still on your neck.”
"Once the higher-ups make up their minds to make the son of that slut the imperial grandson, we'll only have death awaiting us!”
Lan Yu was Kaiping King Chang Yuchun's brother-in-law and the Crown Prince's father-in-law. Naturally, she was on the same side as the Crown Princess Consort Chang.
Thus, she instinctively hated the Crown Princess Consort Lu.
In his heart, he felt that the death of his niece, Madam Chang, had something to do with this Madam Lu.
Otherwise, why would this lowly servant be made official not long after the Crown Princess passed away?
Because of this relationship, he didn't have any good feelings towards Zhu Yunwen.
When Cao Zhen and Zhang Yi heard this, they were so scared that their chopsticks fell to the ground.
"Big Brother Lan!"
"What should we do? Are we just going to sit and wait for death?”
Lan Yu snorted coldly and looked at the two of them in disdain.
"What else can we do?”
"Could it be that the two of you dare to rebel?”
Cao Zhen and Zhang Yi were so frightened by the word "rebel" that they almost wet their pants.
Who would dare to rebel under Zhu Yuanzhang's nose?
Wasn't that the old birthday boy who ate arsenic-based medicine and thought that his life was too long?
"Big Brother Lan, don't be so rude!”
"We're all panicking. Give us an idea!”
Lan Yu had long been disheartened. Or rather, as early as ten years ago, with the death of his grandson, Zhu Xiong Ying, his ambition had dissipated.
The reason why he persisted all these years was because he wanted to protect the Crown Prince and eliminate the potential threat of competition for the Crown Prince.
However, with the Crown Prince's death, the only motivation that kept him alive was gone.
"What idea could I have?"
"I have no idea!"
"Unless our eldest grandson can come back to life, no idea can save us!”
Lan Yu couldn't help but cry when she thought of her grandson, Zhu Xiong Ying.
"My poor grandson, why did he leave so early, sob…"
Cao Zhen and Zhang Yi could not help but feel a lump in their throat when they saw General Lan lose his composure.
"Yes, I am!"
"If Xiong Ying hadn't died, we old fellows wouldn't be so panicked!”
"If we really let the son of that slut become the imperial grandson, then we'll wash our necks and wait for death!”
"Wuwuwu…"
Butler Lan stood at the door and wiped the corners of his eyes with his sleeve. Then, he gently closed the door.
What sin had he committed!
They were a group of heroes who would not even frown when faced with multiple enemies on the battlefield.
At this moment, she could only hide in the room and cry secretly, afraid that her voice would be too loud and cause others to suspect her.
This was simply the tragedy of the empire!
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