Zhu Yuanzhang stopped and slowly turned around.
He looked at Zhu Biao, who was kneeling at his feet, expressionlessly.
"Why? Do we need to report to the Crown Prince where we're going?”
Zhu Biao felt as if his body was being pressed down by a thousand-pound rock.
His already pale face turned green, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
This was the iron-blooded might of Zhu Yuanzhang, the founding emperor of the Ming Dynasty.
A bowl at the start of the game could defeat a character from a dynasty.
It could be said that Zhu Yuanzhang was definitely the one with the strongest pressure among all the emperors since ancient times.
Zhu Biao's body was trembling non-stop. To be honest, he was very afraid of his father.
Actually, it wasn't just him. The entire Ming Dynasty, including Northern Yuan in the north of the desert.
Who wouldn't fear Zhu Yuanzhang?
However, Zhu Biao still gritted his teeth, raised his head, and looked at Zhu Yuanzhang.
"Your son did not have such intentions!
It's just that my mother died of illness, and you disappeared all day.
Your son is indignant for his mother, and grieves for his mother!”
Zhu Biao's meaning was clear.
He was just short of pointing at Zhu Yuanzhang's nose and saying,"You scumbag, my mother just died, and you're already out fooling around?"
Originally, Zhu Biao had already prepared for Zhu Yuanzhang to fly into a rage after saying these words.
But unexpectedly, Zhu Yuanzhang did not look angry at all.
She looked at him silently for a long time, then chuckled.
"Hehe, that's right.
We're father and son. You can say whatever you want to say to us directly.
Our Zhu family's great man naturally has the courage of a man.
I'm really happy that you can question me like this.”
Zhu Biao was speechless.
What the hell was going on? It was fine if he wasn't angry, but what the hell was with this fatherly look?
He asked in disbelief,
"Father, are you really not angry at all?”
"Humph!" Zhu Yuanzhang suddenly pulled a long face.
"Why aren't we angry?"
Zhu Biao:
This time, he was even more confused and dumbfounded.
Zhu Yuanzhang looked at his expression and could tell what his son was thinking.
"Hey!" He sighed and explained,
"I'm not angry that you're questioning me for your mother's sake. I'm even glad.
I'm glad that your mother didn't dote on you for nothing. I'm glad that you finally have the appearance of a man. You're no longer that pretentious, scholarly mannerisms of that day.
I'm angry because in your heart, I'm a person who's in a hurry to find a new lover after his first wife passed away.
I'm angry because you despise my relationship with your mother.”
"This, son." After hearing Zhu Yuanzhang's explanation, Zhu Biao didn't know what to say.
Guilt suddenly welled up in his heart.
"Alright, I don't mean to blame you.
After all, I also know that my disappearance during this period of time has inevitably made you suspicious.
Now, go down, I want to talk to your mother.”
Zhu Yuanzhang waved his hand in disappointment.
Zhu Biao wanted to say something more.
Zhu Yuanzhang did not give him the chance.
He slowly turned around and looked at his wife's coffin.
Seeing this, Zhu Biao could only lower his head dejectedly and bow."
"Your son will take his leave."
Then, he stood up from the tuanpu and left the Hall of Heaven's Tribute listlessly.
At this moment, Zhu Yuanzhang turned around and looked at his son's back.
A gratified smile appeared on his face. He turned around and looked at his wife lying quietly in the coffin.
He said in a low voice,
"Sister, our son has really grown up. He knows how to fight for justice for you.
In the past, I was afraid that he would only know about Confucian benevolence, righteousness, etiquette, and rules.
If he was just an ordinary citizen or an ordinary official, that would be great.
But he is our Crown Prince, the future Emperor of Ming.
To be an emperor, you need to have a knife in your hand and follow me.
If anyone disobeyed, he would just chop them off with a knife.
What benevolence, what etiquette, what rules.
That damn thing is just something those damn scholars used to trap me.
They wanted the Emperor to be taken over by them, like the Son of Heaven in the Song Dynasty, ruling the world with the scholar-bureaucrats.
In his mother's dreams, he wanted to make our Old Zhu powerless?
Hehe, in my next life!"
When Zhu Yuanzhang said this, his face was filled with pride.
Indeed, he should feel proud.
Under his iron-fisted rule, all the officials were terrified and trembled.
They would tremble when they heard the sound and saw the shadow.
But soon, the pride dissipated and was replaced by loneliness.
"We went to see Brother Ying again today.
He was really a good child. He had specially gone to the Qinhuai pier and placed two paper boats to pray. One was for Empress Xiaoci Gao of the Ming Dynasty, and the other was for his Grandma Ma.
Hehe, he still didn't know that his Grandma Ma was actually the Empress of Ming Dynasty.
Today, I brought Xu Heizi and Tang Dazui to see him. I also let him acknowledge Li Shan Chang as his master. It can be considered as laying a foundation for him.
After all, he is the eldest grandson of the Zhu family.
I was originally quite happy. I even asked him what kind of person he thought my imperial grandfather, the emperor of Ming Dynasty, was.
But he said that he was a pitiful person.
Hehe, what a pitiful person!
Hahaha, what a pitiful person!"
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