"I never thought that I would one day become the ruler of a fallen nation."
Having said that, Zhu Youxiao laughed at himself and suddenly threw the teacup in his hand away.
The teacup fell to the ground with a loud shattering sound, like a heavy hammer hitting everyone's heart.
The people around him knelt down quickly and said tremblingly, "Your Majesty, please calm down!"
Mei Zhihuan did not move, nor did he kneel down to apologize, he just stood there quietly.
After seeing this scene, Zhu Youxiao asked with a smile: "Aren't you afraid that I will kill you?"
"I am willing to shed blood for the reform of the Ming Dynasty. Throughout history, few who have attempted reform have achieved a good end. Let everyone continue to strive for the prosperity of the country and the well-being of the people. I am not unaware of this, and I believe that our ancestors were also aware of it."
"But there are some things that must be done even if it means death. I risk my life today and hope that Your Majesty will investigate thoroughly. If so, I will die without regrets!"
After saying this, Mei Zhihuan knelt on the ground and hit the ground with his head.
Zhu Youxiao stood up from the rocking chair, walked to Mei Zhihuan with an expressionless face, then bent down, stretched out his hand, gently supported Mei Zhihuan, and helped him up from the ground.
This scene left everyone a little confused.
What's going on?
Shouldn't Your Majesty be angry and drag this person out?
Even if he wasn't beheaded, he should have been caned. How could he have been helped?
Even Mei Zhihuan looked surprised. What was going on?
Zhu Youxiao looked at Mei Zhihuan, stretched out his hand to straighten his official hat, and said slowly: "The official hat of the Ming Dynasty is crooked. I straightened this one for you. I hope you can maintain it and don't let it tilt."
Zhu Youxiao's words naturally had a hidden meaning.
Mei Zhihuan said respectfully, "Your Majesty, rest assured. If one day my hat becomes crooked, it will be because my head is no longer with me. Otherwise, as long as my head is still with me, this official hat will never become crooked."
Zhu Youxiao nodded and said, "Throughout the dynasties, reformers have succeeded and failed, and all reforms have resulted in bloodshed. If, someday, you were to die for your reforms, would you be willing?"
Upon hearing this, Mei Zhihuan immediately lifted his clothes and knelt on the ground, saying in a firm tone: "Throughout the dynasties, reformers have always shed blood and sacrificed their lives. If today, blood must be shed for reform, please let me be the first."
Zhu Youxiao reached out and helped Mei Zhihuan up again, and this time a smile appeared on his face.
Reaching out and gently patting Mei Zhihuan on the shoulder, Zhu Youxiao said, "I will have these words recorded in the annals of history. Future generations will remember you, my dear minister, and know that the Ming Dynasty once had an innovator who was not afraid of death. His actions moved the heavens and the earth, his spirit moved the sun and the moon, and his wisdom will last for eternity!"
"I thank Your Majesty!" Mei Zhihuan knelt on the ground again, tears streaming down his face.
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