Quick Transmigration: Pangu is Actually My Brother

Chapter 722 The Princess of the Ming Dynasty (5)

"Eldest sister, second sister, let me tell you a secret. When I was reincarnated, I originally planned to be born into the Mu family, but the King of Hell accidentally sent me into Mother's womb instead," Wangyou said in a serious tone.

"real or fake?"

"Of course it's fake, you actually believe that? As for why I'm so good-looking, it's probably because I think our father is ugly and don't want to look like him." Wangyou glanced at the door and laughed.

"If Father Emperor heard this, he would be furious."

"That's just the truth!"

Zhu Yuanzhang hesitated for a moment outside the door, but ultimately did not come in; after all, it was indeed the truth.

He should think about how to win over his daughter and get some of what she has. If that works, the Ming Dynasty will prosper. They're father and daughter, after all; there's no need to treat them like mortal enemies.

A few days later, Zhu Yuanzhang came to Wangyou to cooperate. It was impossible to take Qingzhou back from Wangyou. Even if he could, he would have to pay a heavy price, which would be a loss. It would be better to cooperate.

Wangyou was very satisfied with this and generously offered to support the technology. The Ministry of Works could send people to learn it. However, it was currently impossible for her to send technical personnel out, as she was afraid of throwing good money after bad.

After Zhu Yuanzhang returned, he carefully studied the policies implemented in Qingzhou. Although these policies lessened the people's fear of those in power, they seemed to better unite the people. Now, talented people are flocking to Qingzhou.

"Biao'er, you have a good relationship with Chang'an, so ask her for more things. After staying in Qingzhou for a while, I felt uncomfortable all over after returning to the palace." Having gotten used to the soft sofa, I really didn't want to sit on this hard dragon throne.

And the smooth roads, the bicycles you could ride anywhere, the street food stalls everywhere, and the interesting current affairs newspapers—it was all so wonderful. Now that I'm back, nothing seems right.

Zhu Biao listened to his subordinates' murmurs and his younger brother Zhu Di's murmurs. Zhu Biao was now extremely curious about Qingzhou, but as the crown prince, and as the crown prince on whom his father placed high hopes, he could not leave the capital at will. He could only hurry up and write a letter to his younger sister.

On Wangyou's side, no matter how reluctant Zhu Ying and Zhu Ran were, they had no choice but to leave under the urging of letters from home.

"Eldest sister, second sister, I've prepared two maids for each of you. They're skilled in martial arts and medicine. If they dare to bully you, beat them to death."

"Thank you, little sister, but they don't dare yet," Zhu Ran said with a sigh.

"Eldest sister, second sister, I've prepared a set of all kinds of furniture and transportation for you. I've also prepared some for the old man and my brother the Crown Prince. I'll be going back to the capital with you this time, and I'll be escorting you back."

"Thank you for your trouble, little sister. Don't worry, I'll open all the shops as soon as I get back and try my best to make all the money from those people," the two said enthusiastically.

Despite their reluctance, they still had to part ways. Zhu Ying and Zhu Ran embarked on their journey back to the capital, and the princess's residence fell silent.

After thinking it over, Wangyou realized that although Zhu Yuanzhang was somewhat sexist, at least he didn't cede territory, pay reparations, or arrange marriages, which made him better than most emperors of past dynasties. So she wrote another heartfelt letter of condolence to Zhu Yuanzhang and had it sent out by fast horse.

Zhu Yuanzhang never expected that the brat would still think of him, even arranging for him to have glass. Looking at the letter of condolence, he didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

What do you mean he should abdicate if he doesn't want to be emperor anymore? When you're an emperor, you get up earlier than the rooster and go to bed later than the dog. If he abdicates, he can come to Qingzhou to retire.

Zhu Yuanzhang cursed, but his eyes were full of smiles. To be honest, he was very tempted. Although the capital was also being rebuilt, it was still far inferior to Qingzhou!

So when Zhu Biao went to court, he noticed that his father's gaze was suddenly unusually eerie, and mixed with an inexplicable eagerness.

To be honest, Zhu Biao was a qualified crown prince, and he would be fine as emperor now. He was just a bit too mild-mannered and needed more training.

Suddenly, a bold idea popped into Zhu Yuanzhang's mind: to send his son to Qingzhou to learn his youngest daughter's skills in managing people, otherwise he was really afraid that his son would be bullied.

Chang'an's ability to develop Qingzhou into what it is in just two years is undeniable, and it's no exaggeration to say that this girl has the ability to rival him.

He had seen those heavy cannons, which were far more advanced than those currently used in the Ming army camps. It was only because his daughter only wanted to protect herself that the country could have changed hands in an instant.

It's a good thing to let Biao'er and Chang'an get closer. If anything happens, Biao'er will have someone to help him.

But now there is something that is troubling me. Biao'er is good in every way, except that he has few children. His only son, Yunwen, is also useless. If something happens to him, Yunwen will definitely not be able to shoulder the responsibility.

Zhu Yuanzhang suddenly realized a problem: the issue of the vassal kings. If the vassal kings held too much power, they would not gain any advantage. It seemed that he would have to deal with the vassal kings before he abdicated. Fortunately, the vassal kings were not very powerful at the moment, so dealing with them would not be too difficult.

Qingzhou, inside the Princess's residence.

"Your Highness, you've embroidered crookedly again," Qinglan reminded him helplessly.

“Doesn’t this look like a flower?” Wangyou said, picking up the embroidery hoop and looking at the red dots on it.

"It's much more like it now, Your Highness. You've improved a lot since last time." Qinglan's praise was sincere.

Really?

"Of course it's true. Your Highness is so smart, you'll definitely get better each time," Qinglan encouraged with a smile.

Wangyou nodded with a smile, then lowered her head to continue struggling with the needle and thread in her hands. Either the thread would get tangled in the needle, or the needle would get stuck in the embroidery hoop and she couldn't find it, but miraculously, she never pricked her finger even once.

"Qinglan, how old are you and Qingmei this year?"

"Your Highness, Qingmei and I are both eighteen this year."

"Is there anyone you fancy? If so, I'll grant you a marriage." Wangyou said, throwing down the needle and thread in her hand.

"Your Highness, no, this servant will serve Your Highness for the rest of my life," Qinglan said, blushing slightly.

"This servant will not get married. Marriage is not as good as staying with Your Highness. Your Highness, please don't send this servant away," Qingmei said with some worry.

“I’m not kicking you out. I was just asking out of boredom. What do you think about going overseas for a spin when the fleet returns next month? Staying in Qingzhou every day is making us feel like we’re going to rot.”

"Your Highness is serious. The risks overseas are enormous."

"It's alright. This prince is blessed with good fortune and will surely be fine."

"Then we'll do whatever Your Highness says." If Your Highness says it's alright, then it must be alright.

But before the fleet returned, Wangyou was greeted by his elder brother, the Crown Prince, along with his family and a letter from his father.