Daming: Biao'er, Why Don't You Let Lao Wu Be the Prince?

Spring, the twelfth year of the Ming Dynasty. Outside the palace, there is Yingtian Mansion. Zhu Su stood in front of the palace gate, waiting to be summoned. Zhu Biao stood nearby with a serious face and whispered. "Lao Wu, when you enter the palace later, don't say anything and just listen to your father's instructions. As long as your father is not angry, my mother and I will help you solve it." Zhu Yuanzhang's temper is getting hotter year by year, and even the prince Zhu Di must be careful. "Brother, don't worry." Zhu Su said calmly: "As a brother, I naturally have my own plans, and I haven't done anything harmful to nature. My father won't kill me, right?" Seeing his indifferent look, Zhu Biao suddenly became furious. Over the years, his temperament has not changed at all! After a slap on his forehead, Zhu Biao said angrily: "Three years ago, you caused great trouble in the palace and were kicked out of the palace." "I'm telling you, these days, my father is busy with three expeditions to the north!" "You are throwing yourself into a trap!"