"Get out! Get out!" Old Zhu said impatiently. "We won't be holding court tomorrow, you can go."

Zhu Biao certainly had reason to be upset, mainly because his eldest son had received extraordinary treatment since birth, practically being raised by the Empress. Over the years, this son had always been by the Emperor's side.

Zhu Biao naturally didn't need to worry about falling out of favor, but to be honest, he sometimes felt that his eldest son was too sensible. He also felt that his eldest son was really different from his second, third, and fourth sons.

It wasn't just the difference in treatment and status; his eldest son was exceptionally sensible from a young age, quite different from ordinary children.

At this point, Emperor Zhu didn't really care whether his crown prince felt resentful or not. Even if he knew, he wasn't particularly concerned. After all, this concerned his eldest grandson, and Emperor Zhu didn't mind slightly wronging his precious crown prince.

Watching Zhu Biao leave, Zhu Xiong Ying said, "Wang Cheng En, have someone help you wash up."

After saying this, Zhu Xiong Ying said to Old Zhu, "Grandpa, today your grandson will wash your feet. Remember, Grandpa, when I'm not around, you must rest early and not keep staying up. This Shuang Quan was trained by your grandson to serve you when you rest."

A young eunuch quickly knelt down, prostrating himself on the ground, not daring to utter a word.

Zhu Xiong Ying continued, "Shuang Quan is my eyes and ears. If Shuang Quan says that Grandfather is not resting properly, I will definitely nag him when I come back."

Old Zhu laughed and scolded, "Only someone as bold as you would dare to plant spies right in front of us. You silly boy, even if you wanted to plant spies, you could do it quietly."

"Isn't this because I'm afraid my grandfather will punish him?" Zhu Xiong Ying said with a smile as he took off Old Zhu's shoes. "We don't care about things in the court. Shuang Quan just needs to keep an eye on my grandfather's meals and rest."

Old Zhu wasn't unhappy at all; in fact, he felt quite pleased. After all these years, only the Crown Prince had dared to interfere in Old Zhu's life.

"Ying'er, don't bother with all that. Let's soak our feet together." Old Zhu helped Zhu Xiong Ying up and said with a smile, "Giving us a bath is just a formality. I still prefer soaking my feet with Ying'er. It's alright now. But the thought of no one to soak my feet with when the weather gets cold makes me feel uneasy."

As Zhu Xiong Ying took off her shoes and socks, she said, "We'll have Father come over then."

“That won’t do. You’re our grandson, so it’s understandable that we spoil you.” Old Zhu said, stepping on Zhu Xiong Ying’s foot with his big foot. “Biao’er is still our son, there’s a difference. There’s a saying that people hold their grandsons more than their sons, and we’re the same way.”

Zhu Xiong Ying suddenly said, "If only Grandmother were here, I would remember that when I was little, it was Grandmother who took care of us. In the past, it was Grandfather who would wash my feet, and Grandmother would always nag. I was afraid of getting burned, so Grandfather would step on my feet and burn them until they turned red."

Old Zhu also felt a bit nostalgic, looking at Zhu Xiong Ying and saying, "Soaking your feet is good. When we were fighting, we didn't eat well or dress warmly, so we liked to soak our feet. Once our feet were warm, our whole body would feel warm too."

The grandfather and grandson chatted about everyday things, just like any ordinary family.