Fat Dad Zhu Gaochi

My dad is a fat man. He walks slowly, breathes heavily, and smiles with wrinkles on his face. He doesn't look like someone who could be an emperor. But he just took it. In the second year of Yongle's reign, he was established as the prince. From that day on, everyone in the world wanted him dead - his second uncle, Zhu Gaoxu, was red-blooded on the battlefield, and the emperor's grandfather, Zhu Di, could be replaced at any time. The civil and military officials of the whole dynasty were waiting for the early return of this "sick prince". My dad didn't do anything. He does not argue, defend, or fight back. Someone accused him of treason, but he criticized him with two words of "knowledge"; someone killed his supporters, but he remained silent; someone humiliated him in front of the civil and military officials of the court, but he smiled and continued walking. Everyone thought he was a coward. Until the 22nd year of Yongle, when the emperor's grandfather died during the Northern Campaign, my father put on his dragon robe and sat on the chair that everyone thought he couldn't sit on. He was the prince for twenty years and the emperor for ten months. In these ten months, he pardoned Jianwen's old ministers, abolished the harsh rule, activated the "Three Yangs", and pulled Ming Dynasty back from the cliff. Then he died. I am Zhu Zhanji, his son. This is the story of my father - how a fat man walked on the edge of a knife for twenty years without falling a step.