Zhu Yuanzhang immediately looked at Zhu Biao, a gentle smile appearing on his face. "Biao'er, tell us what you think."
The moment his words fell.
The gazes of all the civil and military officials in court converged on Zhu Biao.
"The Northern Yuan originally controlled dozens of cities along the northern frontier of our Ming Dynasty. All of these cities lay within the Great Wall."
Zhu Biao stood straight, carrying the imposing dignity of the heir apparent. Then, without haste, he spoke, his voice echoing through Fengtian Hall.
"The territory covered by these cities is extremely vast, nearly half the size of Beiping Prefecture."
"As for how these territories should be divided into prefectural jurisdictions, that will require Father Emperor's decision."
Zhu Biao paused slightly, his gaze sweeping across the officials, his expression carrying a hint of gravity.
"Furthermore."
Zhu Biao continued, "ever since the northern frontier fell under Yuan control, the Great Wall has been almost entirely destroyed by the Northern Yuan and is now in urgent need of repair."
"While the Great General was stationed at the northern frontier this time, he had already mobilized more than a hundred thousand troops to repair the Great Wall. However, the Great Wall stretches for thousands of miles, and this scale of repairs is far from sufficient."
"If our Ming Dynasty wishes to ensure long-term peace and stability along the northern frontier, repairing the Great Wall is indispensable."
At this point.
Zhu Biao's face was also solemn.
Although he had never personally visited the northern frontier, he had long known of the Great Wall's disrepair.
As the defensive line protecting the northern frontier, Zhu Biao naturally attached particular importance to it.
Though the Northern Yuan had been defeated, threats to the northern frontier would remain in the future. The Great Wall