Zhu Yuanzhang calmed down at this moment. He just looked at Zhu Youjian and asked, "Why is your hair disheveled?"

Zhu Youjian said: "I am the king of a fallen country. I have destroyed the foundation of my ancestors. I have no face to see them, so I cover my face with my hair."

Zhu Yuanzhang sighed and said slowly, "When the empire was handed over to you, it was already in a precarious situation. With your abilities, it's hard to reverse the situation. But it's unfair to blame you entirely. Stand up."

"Please punish me, Emperor Taizu." Zhu Youjian kowtowed.

Zhu Yuanzhang said calmly: "Get up."

Zhu Youjian still couldn't get up from his kowtow, and kept repeating, "Please punish me, Emperor Taizu."

"Raise your head." Zhu Yuanzhang said to Zhu Youjian.

Zhu Youjian hesitated for a moment, but still raised his head, revealing his extremely melancholy eyes and his handsome and weathered, but somewhat pale cheeks.

This is a face suitable for scholars, but it is the wrong place for him to be an emperor. Zhu Yuanzhang immediately gave his evaluation.

"Follow me from now on, and I will teach you how to conquer the world." Zhu Yuanzhang slowly helped up Zhu Youjian, whose face was full of shame and guilt, and said domineeringly and sternly.

Feeling Zhu Yuanzhang's kingly and domineering aura and his heroic temperament, it was like a heroic old man teaching his grandson how to hunt.

A stream of hot tears flowed from Zhu Youjian's eyes, and then Zhu Youjian fell to his knees with a plop, hugged Zhu Yuanzhang's legs tightly with both hands and burst into tears.

Zhu Yuanzhang sighed slightly, a smile appeared on his face, he reached out and patted Zhu Youjian on the head, and then let him cry.