Zhu Yunying smiled and said to his grandfather, "Grandfather, please don't say that anymore. We just like these things. If you pass the throne to someone else and let us eat, drink, and have fun all day long, we will definitely not be happy and will complain to you, Grandfather."

Old Zhu patted Zhu Yunying and said unhappily, "Don't talk nonsense! Our family fortune belongs to your father and is meant for you. We haven't considered anyone else!"

As they were talking, Little Zhu changed his clothes and ran out, "Father, Second Brother almost crushed our little pony!"

Zhu Yunying remained silent with a stern face, while Old Zhu laughed heartily. He wasn't particularly close to Zhu Wenjin, and he wouldn't even hold Zhu Wenkun much. However, seeing the chubby child, Old Zhu was actually quite happy, feeling blessed.

“He’s nothing like us. We can do anything on horseback!” Little Zhu said, beaming. “We’re the great-grandson of the Hongwu Emperor, so we can definitely handle swords and spears!”

"Go away, go away." The more Zhu Yunying looked at his son, the more annoying he became. He wasn't very good at riding a horse either. "Instead of nagging your second brother, why don't you think about taking him to welcome the Duke of Ying in a couple of days? If we're talking about it, when you're a bit older, we should let you go and inspect the four directions!"

Little Zhu's eyes lit up, and he said excitedly, "Great! Let's go out and tour all around, and see the beautiful landscape of our Great Ming! When Father is in the capital, the Crown Prince will lead the troops."

Old Zhu listened with a smile. If Biao'er hadn't left, he, the retired emperor, would be leading the crown prince on a tour of the four directions by now. They could travel and see as they went, and even if they died on the road, it wouldn't matter; his grandson would escort them back to Xiaoling Mausoleum.

In his earlier years, Lao Zhu had dreamed about this countless times. Unfortunately, it remained just a dream.

(End of this chapter)