Old Zhu perked up and asked, "How were your third uncle's funeral arrangements made?"
Zhu Yunying replied, "My third uncle has a mausoleum in Taiyuan. We sent his descendants to Beiping Prefecture to escort the coffin back. We also sent Yunhuo there. It's my fault, really, for keeping my third uncle in Beiping Prefecture all this time."
Old Zhu waved his hand and said, "This is not your fault. You can't control things like birth, aging, sickness, and death. We know your third uncle's family background is weak."
“We are going to give my third uncle the posthumous title of ‘Gong’,” Zhu Yunying said. “My grandfather also built a princely residence and a mausoleum for my third uncle before, all according to regulations. We are thinking of following those regulations.”
Old Zhu nodded, feeling that these were the most normal arrangements, nothing particularly outstanding, and there was nothing wrong with them.
"To be honest, your third uncle doesn't deserve the title of 'respectful'," Old Zhu sighed. "The law of tranquility is a consensus throughout history, and it can hardly be abolished. This word 'respectful' means respecting the virtuous and valuing righteousness; serving superiors with reverence; showing respect and deference to the virtuous; correcting one's mistakes..."
Zhu Yunying quickly replied, "Third Uncle is worthy of the title. He has always been a respected elder to Grandfather and my elder brother. Even towards us, he has always been loving and caring. We are thinking of him as a respectful person, and Third Uncle is worthy of the title."
Old Zhu nodded. If you really think about it that way, Zhu Gang deserves the posthumous title of Prince Gong of Jin.
As for the matter of the tombs, Old Zhu didn't need to worry too much. The construction of imperial mausoleums began as soon as the emperor ascended the throne, and the mausoleums of these princes also followed certain rules and regulations, which Old Zhu had already arranged long ago.
Given this, Old Zhu could find some solace. Although he had lost his beloved son, at least his son could be laid to rest and given a grand funeral.
Zhu Yunying continued, "After my third uncle's funeral, I plan to let Jixi inherit the throne. My third uncle's other sons will also be granted titles."
Old Zhu nodded slightly and said to Zhu Yunying, "Alright, you can arrange these things as you see fit. We trust you."
These were absolutely Old Zhu's true feelings. He had a lot of faith in his precious grandson's abilities and knew that Zhu Yunying would not let him down.
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