Old Zhu immediately chimed in, looking utterly helpless, "That brat Yun Tong is definitely going to cause trouble in the future, even more unruly than the Fifth Prince. Now he's hanging out with the Fifth Prince again. With those two scoundrels together, we'll only be worried for the next couple of years, but Ying'er will be worried for a long time."
This is telling your closest family members some important news, and it's also chatting about everyday things.
Remembering something, Zhu Xiong Ying said, "Yin'er, recite a poem for your great-grandmother."
Kids, sometimes their role is to show off and perform, and little Zhu is no exception. This little guy has learned a thing or two.
Little Zhu popped out of Old Zhu's arms and said in a childish voice, "I don't know how, Mom, help me."
Xu Miaoqing also became much bolder and took the initiative to say, "Yin'er, you can just recite the poems with your mother. I've taught you those before."
Xu Miaoqing held Zhu Wenyin in her arms and said, "The farmer tills the fields under the scorching sun."
Little Zhu immediately replied, "Noon."
Xu Miaoqing then recited the poem, "Sweat drips under the rice plants."
Little Zhu naturally understood, "rustic".
Old Zhu and Little Zhu watched with satisfaction. After all, he was their own child, so even a slightly better performance from him was enough to make them incredibly happy and gratified. Of course, they did have expectations, but Little Zhu was too young to ask for too much.
To be honest, Little Zhu hasn't gone to the main hall yet, and we haven't found him a study companion. He's still playing and growing up carefree. We'll teach him to read and write in a couple of years; we can't let him become an illiterate emperor.
The family spent the entire morning in the Fengxian Hall, but no one felt there was anything wrong with it. Perhaps some princes or concubines were envious, but their status dictated that they didn't have many opportunities to enter the Fengxian Hall, and the chances of entering openly were even fewer, especially for some of the concubines.
Zhu Xiong Ying returned to the East Palace, knowing that he would be staying in Chunhe Hall for the next period of time.
Although Zhu Yuanzhang was about to abdicate, Zhu Xiong Ying had no intention of letting him relinquish the Qianqing Palace. In fact, Zhu Yuanzhang had discussed with Zhu Xiong Ying things like rebuilding a palace so that the retired emperor could live out his retirement.
However, the grandfather and grandson were rather stingy. After discussing it, they realized that it would cost a lot of money, and since the Ming Dynasty had many places where money was needed, they were naturally quite reluctant to spend it.
Moreover, Zhu Yuanzhang considered his age and the impending relocation of the capital. Building a new palace now would be truly impractical. The existing imperial city was sufficient, so there was no need to build a new palace immediately.
Being a little stingy isn't necessarily a bad thing. This grandfather and grandson are actually quite 'frugal'; they're not the type to indulge in extravagance. Spending money wisely is their goal and pursuit, and as long as they can make ends meet, that's enough for them.
Back at the East Palace, Xu Miaoqing began to carefully inventory the items, including not only Zhu Xiong Ying's crown and jade pendant, but also her clothing and other items. She also meticulously checked the miniature version of the Crown Prince's attire.
Zhu Xiong Ying smiled. Everyone seemed quite satisfied with these matters and full of anticipation. With everything becoming clearer, even Xu Miao Qing, who had previously been somewhat worried, was now filled with more anticipation and excitement.
Ultimately, the Crown Prince's Consort is just that—the Crown Prince's Consort. Soon she will become Empress, truly the mother of the nation. As for the Emperor Emeritus, that doesn't really matter much to Xu Miaoqing.
"You need to have a good talk with Yin'er these next few days, so that you don't make a fool of yourself at the coronation ceremony." Zhu Xiong Ying laughed and said to Xu Miao Qing, "I promised my grandfather that I would bestow the title of Yin'er upon you when I ascend the throne."
Although she felt it was only natural, Xu Miaoqing was still very happy and excited at this moment.
But after a moment, she also became a little worried, "Husband, should we wait until Yin'er is ten years old before he is formally conferred a title?"
According to the ancestral precepts of the Ming Dynasty, the official title should indeed be conferred upon the child at the age of ten. However, there were far too many instances of disregarding these rules within the Ming Dynasty, especially with Zhu Yuanzhang (the Hongwu Emperor) leading the way. The ancestral precepts were only to be followed by his descendants when he was not alive. While he was alive, the ancestral precepts were simply the ancestral precepts, subject to change at any time—and this wasn't the first or second time they had been changed.
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