Even Beiping, though the Forbidden City was built according to the imperial city regulations of Yingtian Prefecture, was revitalized under Zhu Yunying, who was responsible for its construction or at least supervised its development.

If the development of Yixing clay teapots also originated from his skills, perhaps tea-loving gentlemen will be grateful to him in the future.

"I order Jingdezhen to oversee the manufacture of a batch of imperial wares. My tea set should also be replaced," Zhu Yunying said casually. "Nothing fancy, simple and elegant is better. And remember, don't disturb the people. You should know what I'm thinking, right?"

While sipping his tea, Zhu Yunying casually asked, "It doesn't matter if my tribute tea is a little less, but our official tea cannot be compromised."

Emperor Zhu cherished the people, so the imperial tea gardens in Wuyi Mountain were relatively small in scale. However, since the Tang and Song dynasties, the Central Plains dynasties had been trading tea with ethnic minorities in the west in exchange for horses and other goods; the tea-horse trade had always been popular. Furthermore, tea from the Central Plains dynasties could also be exported overseas.

Zhu Yunying wasn't particularly concerned about the tribute tea. Although the imperial tea garden in Wuyishan was small, Wuyishan tea was renowned. He particularly liked Da Hong Pao, the most famous of the Wuyishan rock teas, as well as other varieties like Tie Luo Han and Bai Ji Guan.

After finishing his tea, Zhu Yunying began working. Tea was no small matter, and Zhu Yunying had to take it seriously.

After finishing his official duties, Zhu Yunying strolled leisurely toward the Eastern Palace, still having many things to explain.

Little Zhu has returned to the East Palace. The little guy is happily practicing martial arts with the guards while holding a small wooden sword.

Zhu Yunying was pleased with this. He himself was always diligent in exercising, and he also encouraged his wife and daughters to exercise. Even though this seemed to contradict some of the Confucian values ​​of 'stillness,' Zhu Yunying did not see it that way.

Anyone who dared to criticize him for breaches of etiquette would be met with Zhu Yunying reciting the Six Arts of a Gentleman and condemning those scholars for "forgetting their ancestors." Of course, within the inner palace, Zhu Yunying's word was law, but there were some things he genuinely couldn't force others to change. Especially matters like reforming customs and traditions; he could only serve as a role model.

For example, regarding foot binding, Empress Ma did not bind her feet, nor did the late Empress Chang. As for the new emperor Zhu Yunying, he disliked foot binding even more, and all imperial daughters were strictly forbidden from binding their feet.

The current emperor's attitude naturally influenced many people. However, Zhu Yunying was also well aware that the custom of foot binding still existed among the common people, and this was not something that could be changed in the thirty years since the founding of the Ming Dynasty, much less something that Emperor Zhu Yunying could change overnight.

Even if he issued an order banning foot binding, it wouldn't stop some people from secretly binding their feet. Besides, Zhu Yunying couldn't issue an edict anyway; some things are easier said than done, so he could only "educate the people."

Zhu Yunying watched with a smile as little Zhu chased after the guards, brandishing a small wooden sword. Little Zhu's swordsmanship was just something others were doing to amuse him. He didn't need little Zhu to be a master swordsman; as long as the little guy was happy and healthy, that was what Zhu Yunying valued most.

"I need to have a good talk with him tomorrow. The army is coming back soon." Zhu Yunying looked at Xu Miaoqing and said with a smile, "You should also make preparations. This great victory should be reported to our ancestors and a sacrifice to Heaven should be held. You should go too."

Xu Miaoqing naturally obeyed Zhu Yunying's orders. She was required to appear in these matters as the Empress, the mother of the nation, and there were indeed occasions where her presence was necessary.

Little Zhu ran over excitedly, hugged Zhu Yunying's leg, and said, "Dad, I want to take a bath!"

He scooped up little Zhu and carried the boy away, saying, "Alright, Dad will take you to take a bath! Or how about we go soak in the pool and call your great-grandfather over for a bath too?"

Little Zhu twisted his body, he had an idea, "Dad, I'll go call Great-Grandfather, Great-Grandfather likes Yin'er the most!"

Well, watching the little guy run off with a lot of noise, Zhu Yunying felt a pang of jealousy. Zhu Yunying originally thought he was the 'most handsome son,' but now it seemed he wasn't at all, because Old Zhu's favorite was the youngest 'eldest son.'

That's so old-fashioned!