Ming Dynasty: Brother Yongle Emperor

"No, I asked you to go to the West with Eunuch Sanbao. What did you get back for me?" Emperor Yongle went crazy looking at the mountains of wooden barrels and the three big rats that were as big as calves. And he seemed to have just reported that there were three hundred iron ships, right? ! "Brother Emperor, Brother Emperor, we see you again!" Zhu Di was furious, but the boy who was less than fifteen years old across from him cried miserably and rushed over, hugged him and wailed: "Brother Emperor, if I give you money, please stop driving me into the sea, okay?" Zhu Di's gloomy face froze for a moment, especially when he saw the other person's nose and tears constantly rubbing on his bright yellow dragon robe, he wanted to lift his fist as big as a sandbag and hit the ball to death. What a bastard! "Brother Emperor, you can set a price as long as we are not allowed to go to sea." "One million taels of silver!" Zhu Di growled through gritted teeth, his tiger eyes eager to stab this unlucky child to death. "What a deal. In addition, how about we give you another five million taels to lease Houhai for a hundred years?" This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.