Zhu Yuanzhang sat by the window of the private room and waited for a long time.

For him now, every breath here seems as long as a year.

I turned to look at the stairs several times, but they were empty.

A little lost.

At the same time, I am also a little scared.

What he was afraid of seeing was not what he thought.

Reason told him that there was no way that his eldest grandson could be resurrected.

But that portrait gave him infinite hope.

Finally, footsteps were heard on the stairs and he turned around again.

Zhu Yuanzhang, who was already in his sixties, had blurred vision and could not see clearly.

It was the blurry face and figure that made him subconsciously stop breathing.

As the man got closer and his vision became clearer, his whole body couldn't help but tremble.

Zhu Ying went upstairs and saw the two people in the private room. She was a little surprised why they came to see her.

I walked over and was about to ask, when suddenly, the old man stood up.

He walked quickly to Zhu Ying's side, grabbed her, and said in a choked voice:

"Grandson, it really is you. Grandpa has been waiting for you for a long time. You are finally back."

Zhu Ying was confused and couldn't pull the old man away, so he could only comfort him: "Old man, do you think you recognized the wrong person?"

"How could I possibly admit my mistake? You are my eldest grandson, and I raised you myself."

Zhu Yuanzhang said excitedly, and then a little panicked: "Grandson, what's wrong with you? How come you don't even recognize your grandfather? Is someone forcing you?"

Zhu Ying frowned slightly. He had woken up outside the city of Nanjing. Many phenomena proved that he must be the descendant of a wealthy family in Nanjing.

Could it be that this old man is really his grandfather?

"Old man, don't get excited. Let's sit down and talk slowly."

Zhu Ying was a cautious person, and of course he would not expose his situation because of these two sentences. Instead, he comforted the old man.

At the same time, Zhu Ying turned his attention to the guard next to the old man, Jiang Lin.

Signaling him to persuade the old man who was a little excited and crazy.

Jiang Li felt Zhu Ying's gaze, but did not move.

Jiang Li thought to himself: Are you crazy? You want me to go and persuade His Majesty.

In this situation, I guess being executed directly when returning to the palace would be considered a light punishment.

If one is not careful, the entire clan might be killed.

Don’t say that His Majesty is just excited now. If he really goes crazy, I will go crazy with him.

Seeing no movement at all, the guard looked straight ahead.

Zhu Ying was also helpless and had to support the old man, who was somewhat out of control, and help him sit down in the private room.

"Grandson, how could you forget your grandfather? I am your grandfather. Take a closer look and see if you have any impression of me."

Of course Zhu Yuanzhang was not crazy, he was just too excited.

What the hell is rationality? Get out of here.

At just one glance, Zhu Yuanzhang believed that this was definitely the eldest grandson whom he had raised personally.

Not to mention that ten years had passed, even if it had turned into ashes, he would still recognize it.

The only thing that made Zhu Yuanzhang a little worried was why his eldest grandson didn't recognize him when he saw him.

When the eldest grandson left, he was eight years old.

I have reached the age where I can understand and remember things.

"Grandpa, don't be anxious, take a deep breath, we can talk slowly."

Zhu Ying did not pull the old man's hand away because he felt that this old man might really be his grandfather.

After all, this emotional expression doesn't seem fake. If it is acting, it can only be given an Oscar.

And judging from the appearance of this guard, he must be of some importance.

Although the clothes the old man was wearing did not look very luxurious, there were many patches on them.

It doesn't seem like a wealthy family.

But when he got closer, Zhu Ying could see that although the old man's coat was ordinary, the material underneath was definitely made of silk.

This is not something that ordinary people can afford.

None of the silks and satins are cheap.

Zhu Yuanzhang grabbed his eldest grandson's sleeve tightly and refused to let go no matter what he said.

The sense of reality brought by the clothes in his hands made him realize that all this was real and he was not a dream.

After a while, Zhu Yuanzhang's emotions finally gradually stabilized.

Seeing this, Zhu Ying took the lead and said, "Grandpa, I don't know what happened to your grandson. Can you tell me about it? Did he disappear when he was very young?"

"About how old was he when he disappeared?"

Zhu Ying asked tentatively. At this moment, he already thought that there was a high possibility that he was the old man's grandson.

From the old man's words, it was not difficult for Zhu Ying to guess that he and the old man's eldest grandson were very similar.

And from the sound of it, it seems that he has been missing for many years.

It is basically consistent with my own situation.

They look so similar, so if they disappeared at about the same age, then I wouldn't be wrong.

However, when Zhu Yuanzhang heard these words, he suddenly stopped.

His throat moved, but no sound came out for a long time.

Just when Zhu Ying was a little surprised, the old man said, "Our eldest grandson died ten years ago."

Huh?

There's something wrong with this situation.

Zhu Ying frowned slightly and asked, "After his early death, did his body disappear, or was it stolen or something?"

Zhu Yuanzhang glanced at Zhu Ying, shook his head slightly and said, "No, he was buried seven days later."

There was a saying in ancient times that children who died young were full of resentment and could not be buried in the emperor’s mausoleum.

It was because Zhu Yuanzhang and Empress Ma loved their eldest grandson too much that they forced him to be buried in the Xiaoling Mausoleum in Zhongshan.

That’s why the stars changed and the earth dragons rolled. When the Imperial Astronomical Observatory said that the eldest grandson was resentful, Zhu Yuanzhang killed him and sent the elite guards of the Xiaoling Mausoleum to sacrifice him alive.

After listening to this, Zhu Ying fell silent.

If he crawled out of the tomb, there would be no need to say anything.

But he was picked up by his adoptive father from the riverside, and it was obvious that he had been drowned in the river.

After a while, Zhu Ying asked again: "I wonder where the old man buried his grandson."

Zhu Yuanzhang hesitated for a moment, then said, "Near Linggu Temple."

Zhu Ying paused slightly when he heard this.

The Linggu Temple is located at the southeast slope of Zijin Mountain, only a few miles away from the mausoleum of the Ming Dynasty imperial family.

It is a rare Feng Shui treasure land.

The fact that he could bury his grandson nearby shows that the old man's status and position was not low.

But at this moment, Zhu Ying felt a little lost in his heart.

From Linggu Temple to the riverside where he was picked up, the distance is at least dozens of miles.

This is really a huge difference.

After a slight hesitation, Zhu Ying asked, "Excuse my disrespect, but may I ask if the grave of your eldest grandson has ever been dug up?"

"Who dares!!!" Zhu Yuanzhang shouted upon hearing this.

Zhu Ying sighed slightly in his heart. It seemed that he and this old man were probably no longer grandfather and grandson.

But why does he look so much like the old man’s grandson?

The only possibility was that he did have some kind of blood relationship with the old man, but the possibility of being grandfather and grandson was gone.

Even among descendants, it is normal for distant cousins ​​to look similar.

Thinking of this, Zhu Ying said, "I was born in the fifth year of Hongwu. I wonder when your grandson was born."

"This, how is this possible? Da Sun, did you remember it wrong? How could you be born in the fifth year of Hongwu?"

Zhu Yuanzhang asked anxiously.

You know, Zhu Xiongying was born in the seventh year of Hongwu.

There is a full two years difference here.

No matter how similar they look, the two-year age difference means they can't be the same person no matter what.

However, Zhu Yuanzhang looked at Zhu Ying.

No matter what Zhu Ying said, his intuition told him.

The person in front of him was his eldest grandson, absolutely genuine, without a doubt.