When Crown Prince Zhu Jihui brought Zhu Ying back to the Prince of Jin's Mansion, Zhu Gang was practicing calligraphy in the study.

Zhu Gang was famous for his cruelty.

In fact, Zhu Yuanzhang spent a lot of time and effort on his upbringing when he was a child.

Zhu Gang himself was handsome, majestic and full of heroism.

Before he became a fief, Zhu Yuanzhang invited Song Lian, a famous Confucian scholar and important official of the court who compiled the "History of Yuan Dynasty", to be Zhu Gang's teacher of Chinese studies and teach him classics, history, grammar and grammar.

He invited the court official and famous calligrapher Du Huan to be Zhu Gang's calligraphy master and personally teach him the rules of calligraphy.

In addition to learning literature, he also strictly ordered Zhu Gang to ride horses and shoot arrows, focus on martial arts, and study military tactics.

Zhu Gang obeyed his father's orders and worked hard for more than ten years, finally mastering both civil and military strategies.

However, Zhu Gang was born in the turbulent times at the end of the Yuan Dynasty. He had been accustomed to the bloody battles on the battlefield since childhood, and developed a cruel and inhumane nature since childhood.

"Father, the teahouse owner Zhu Ying is here." Zhu Jihui found his father, pushed open the door of the study, and reported.

When Zhu Gang heard the surname Zhu, he was slightly stunned.

All families with the surname Zhu in the Ming Dynasty have some connection with Huaixi, but he didn't think much about it.

"Let him in."

Zhu Gang tidied up the pens and ink on the desk and gave the order casually.

Zhu Jihui did not go out immediately. Instead, he was hesitant. He wanted to say something but didn't know where to start.

"What's wrong? Is there anything else?" Zhu Gang asked with a frown when he saw that the Crown Prince Zhu Jihui was standing still.

"Father, Zhu Ying, I, this..." Zhu Jihui was stuck for a long time and couldn't make out a clear answer.

"Just tell me what's going on. Tell me what your father taught you. Do you feel afraid of a businessman?" Zhu Gang scolded.

"Oh, I can't explain it clearly. Father, you will know after you read it."

After hesitating for a while, Zhu Jihui walked out directly after he finished speaking. Such a bizarre thing could only be understood by seeing it.

Zhu Gang became curious about the behavior of his eldest son Zhu Jihui.

How could the owner of a mere teahouse make him do this?

Soon, Zhu Ying, led by Crown Prince Zhu Jihui, came to the study of Prince of Jin Zhu Gang.

"My name is Zhu Ying, nice to meet His Royal Highness the Prince of Jin." After Zhu Ying entered the room, he saw the Prince of Jin and bowed.

His voice was steady, and he did not feel humbled by his status as a businessman, and his demeanor was neither humble nor arrogant.

With just a quick glance, Zhu Ying saw Zhu Gang's face clearly.

He is tall and mighty, yet has a sense of elegance, but the hint of cruelty in his eyes somewhat destroys his overall temperament.

Just after Zhu Ying paid his respects, he received no reply from Prince of Jin Zhu Gang.

This made Zhu Ying, who lowered her head slightly, couldn't help but look up at Zhu Gang.

However, Zhu Gang now had his eyes wide open, his lips slightly parted, and he looked at Zhu Ying almost dully.

The whole person was in shock.

Just when Zhu Ying walked in, the two of them looked at each other, and then Zhu Ying bowed his head and saluted.

The two men were about four or five meters apart. With just one glance, Zhu Gang subconsciously thought that his elder brother had come.

Brother, shouldn’t you be lying in the Renzhi Hall now? Why did you come to see me?

In an instant, Zhu Gang's mind quickly recalled whether he had done something wrong or was disrespectful enough.

I made my eldest brother unhappy, so he came to talk to me.

At this moment, Zhu Gang was completely confused.

Even my legs felt a little weak.

If they hadn't been sitting there, something impolite might have happened.

"You...you...who are you..." Zhu Gang swallowed subconsciously and asked with a trembling voice, his words intermittent.

Zhu Ying frowned slightly and replied again: "Your Highness Prince Jin, I am Zhu Ying, the owner of Ping An Teahouse on the Qinhuai River."

Upon hearing this, Zhu Gang came back to his senses and his throat moved.

In fact, what he wanted to ask just now was, are you a human or a ghost?

Zhu Gang is almost four years younger than Zhu Biao. Ever since he was old enough to understand, he has lived under the aura of his older brother.

At that time, his father Zhu Yuanzhang often had to go out to fight, and Empress Ma tried her best to help.

Several brothers grew up on the battlefield.

In ancient times, the eldest brother was like a father, and it can be said that Zhu Biao raised the brothers.

This is also the reason why Zhu Biao, as the eldest brother, would help reconcile when his younger brothers were scolded by their father.

Of course, few of these younger brothers have good tempers.

As the eldest brother, Zhu Biao also educated his younger brothers when they were young. The dignity of the eldest brother has been maintained in the hearts of his younger brothers since childhood.

It's even worse when I grow up.

Sometimes, what Zhu Yuanzhang said was not even as effective as what Zhu Biao said.

After Zhu Gang became a fief, he returned home less often and did not meet his elder brother Zhu Biao very often.

When he came back this time, his elder brother Zhu Biao had passed away, and Zhu Gang was extremely sad.

It was also due to the influence of many factors that Zhu Gang was so shocked when he saw Zhu Ying for the first time.

After a long pause, Zhu Gang came back to his senses and looked at Zhu Ying carefully again. Only then did he realize that there were still big differences in the facial features between Zhu Ying and his elder brother Zhu Biao.

It’s just that their figures and temperaments are too similar, so at first glance there’s no difference between the two.

In fact, appearance is one aspect.

As the crown prince, Zhu Biao naturally had dignity and bearing. He was trained to be the emperor since he was a child, and after he became an adult, he even participated in state affairs.

Influenced by Confucian culture, he is elegant and easy-going without losing his dignity.

The reason why it is so exaggerated is that it is impossible for ordinary people to possess such temperament of a superior.

Exactly the same is true for Zhu Ying.

In his previous life, Zhu Ying was influenced by the nine-year compulsory education system and then graduated from university. He would have been considered an educated person in the Ming Dynasty.

He then conquered the Western Regions, the desert, and the grasslands to establish his own power.

He has many followers under his command, has personally trained troops and fought on the battlefield, and is considered a local hero.

Even though he has become a little reserved in the capital, the flavor in his bones is definitely not missing.

The so-called temperament is simply a feeling. To put it simply, it is a manifestation of self-confidence.

It was precisely because of this that when Zhu Gang took a look, the figure of his elder brother Zhu Biao in his mind instantly overlapped with Zhu Ying.

This is why such an exaggerated mentality emerges.

At this time, Zhu Gang no longer had the arbitrariness he had before when he casually summoned a merchant.

Even the severe violence completely dissipated and the tone became peaceful.

Zhu Gang couldn't be cruel to Zhu Ying, even just because of her face.

It feels like the big bad wolf suddenly turns into a little puppy.

"Zhu Ying, can you tell me where you live and whether your parents are still alive?" Zhu Gang asked. His tone was calm, even subconsciously a little intimate. He called himself "I" instead of "this king".

Zhu Ying didn't think much about it, after all, this was the first time he met Zhu Gang.

"I am from Huai'an. I have been doing business with my father since I was young. But now both my parents are dead. I am currently running a teahouse in the capital alone."