At this moment, Zhu Yuanzhang's face was filled with tears and his voice was choked with sobs.

"Biao'er, have you seen it? Your hero is back. Open your eyes and take a look! We're not lying to you. He's really back."

"Why did you go so early? You couldn't stay a little longer to see Xiongying. The eldest sister left, and you cruelly left us alone. If the eldest grandson hadn't come back, we wouldn't know how to survive.

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"Your hero was only eight years old when he passed away. For ten years, he suffered so much at such a young age!"

Zhu Yuanzhang leaned next to the coffin, his hands depicting the size of Zhu Xiongying when he was eight years old.

"Biao'er, you know, this kid Xiongying really looks so much like you, so much!!!"

"You look like your mother, and Xiongying even more so. Your mother loved Xiongying so much, as if she were her own child."

"We still remember that you said that your parents doted on Xiongying too much, but your mother looked at Xiongying as if she was her own child. How could she not dote on him?"

"Especially those eyebrows, they are almost the same as your mother when she was young."

Zhu Yuanzhang was talking nonstop, crying sometimes and laughing sometimes.

After Zhu Ying kowtowed, he just stayed quietly and did not get up to comfort the old man. He knew that at this time, what the old man needed was to vent his personal emotions.

This kind of catharsis is worse than unblocking. Venting can also relieve the depression in the heart.

"It's good now. The eldest grandson is back. There is a successor to the Ming Empire. We here have a plan. Just now, the eldest grandson was blaming us for not arranging a wife for him."

"Tomorrow, we will go find a wife for our eldest grandson. If we give birth to our great-grandson as soon as possible, we can enjoy happiness again."

Zhu Yuanzhang said with a tearful smile.

However, just after I finished speaking, I began to feel sad again. Thinking of the joy of raising a baby with my eldest sister, I said sadly: "It would be great if my eldest sister was still here. I don't know if I can handle the baby by myself."

"You don't know, the elder sister and I were leading the heroes..."

Zhu Yuanzhang recounted all the details of raising a baby with Empress Ma alone. His tears gradually dried up and there was a smile in his eyes.

His eyes were a little hollow, as if he had seen all the joy that had happened ten years ago.

After half an hour, it stopped.

But when Zhu Yuanzhang turned around and looked at Zhu Ying to say something, he suddenly paused when he saw Zhu Ying's calm face.

Zhu Ying also felt the old man's gaze. After a moment of silence, she said softly: "Grandpa, I'm sorry."

When Zhu Yuanzhang heard this apology, a look of loneliness appeared on his face, and he replied after a long while: "We understand, we understand."

Apology flashed across Zhu Ying's face. He really couldn't empathize with her.

For Zhu Ying, although the person lying in the coffin in front of him was the biological father of his body, when it came to feelings, he really didn't have half of it.

To Zhu Ying, Prince Zhu Biao was just a name and a title.

He can pretend to be sad, cry loudly, and cry bitterly, but this behavior is too false.

Maybe the old man would be a little pleased now, but Zhu Ying didn't like it because it was so artificial.

Even emotionally, it was a kind of deception to the old man.

Even like the old man, after getting along for a long time and gradually recognizing each other, the relationship gradually deepened.

"You are a good boy, but no matter what, this is your biological father. Give your father an incense stick." Zhu Yuanzhang took the incense stick from the side and handed it to Zhu Ying and said.

In fact, Zhu Yuanzhang also knew in his heart that his eldest grandson had grown up with him and his eldest sister since he was a child. He was taken away almost as soon as he was born.

In the days that followed, I didn't have much interaction with Zhu Biao or even Chang.

Zhu Yuanzhang and the eldest sister are already fully performing the roles of parents.

Even if the eldest grandson really recovers his memory, I'm afraid he won't have many memories of his father, because there are very few in the first place.

Zhu Ying took the bamboo incense and after finishing it, kowtowed again.

Zhu Yuanzhang sighed softly and didn't say much. After Zhu Ying kowtowed, he said: "Let's go, let's take you to the place where you grew up when you were a child. Maybe you can remember some things."

Zhu Ying stood up, nodded slightly, followed the old man out of the palace, and walked towards Kunning Palace.

When he reached the entrance of the palace, Zhu Yuanzhang waved his hand, and soon Liu He came out from the corner with a lantern, lighting the way for Zhu Yuanzhang and Zhu Ying.

Passing through the back right door is behind Jinshen Palace, where Qianqing Palace and Kunning Palace are located.

There are two options to reach Kunning Palace. One is to go from the corridor next to the palace, bypassing Qianqing Palace and go directly through the side entrance of Kunning Palace.

Also, you need to pass through Qianqing Palace first, and the back door is Kunning Palace.

Of course Zhu Yuanzhang would not take his eldest grandson through the corridor, so he would naturally go through the main entrance of Qianqing Palace.

Qianqing Gate, as the main gate of the inner court, also has three gates.

Different from ordinary people, sometimes Zhu Yuanzhang would summon ministers to hold meetings here. The ones he convened in large numbers were of course mainly the princes and grandsons.

When Zhu Ying stood at the steps of Qianqing Gate, she suddenly felt a slight tingling in her mind, as if she had been pricked by a needle.

"Dasun, what's wrong?" Zhu Yuanzhang, who had been beside Zhu Ying, asked with concern when he saw Dasun suddenly paused and frowned.

"My grandson, it seems that he thought of something just now."

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Chapter completed!