Transmigrated as a grandson of the Ming emperor, with the founding emperor for a grandfather and the crown prince for a father, Zhu Xiongying has all the love and favor anyone could ask for. In his last life, he worked himself to death and died young. Now he's thinking: This is perfect. I can lie flat and take it easy! Hahaha. But he soon discovers that although his imperial grandfather dotes on him, he loves throwing his grandson under the bus. His father loves him, too, but is always trying to push him to excel.
*******Zhu Xiongying brought out the cake he'd just made. Its fluffy, delicate layers were wrapped in silky cream, filling the room with a sweet aroma. Grandfather and grandson shared the exquisite dessert, taking turns with every bite and grinning happily.
Zhu Yuanzhang smacked his lips. “The imperial physicians are always going on about how sweets are bad for you, but this isn't cloying at all. Just the way I like it.”
Zhu Xiongying quickly chimed in, “I asked the imperial chefs to use less sugar, hoping Grandfather would be able to eat a few more bites. This time, you have to protect me. You can't sell me out again... Father isn't going to show up too, is he?”
Zhu Yuanzhang thumped his chest. “Don't worry. Your grandfather's here.”
As soon as the words left his mouth, Zhu Biao appeared in the doorway.
Zhu Xiongying hurriedly looked down at his hands. Good, his piece of cake was still there. He was just about to congratulate himself on his grandfather keeping his word when he looked up and froze. The space beside the dragon throne was empty. There wasn't a soul in sight!
At that moment, Zhu Yuanzhang had already slipped around the corner of the covered walkway, muttering to himself: Don't blame me, dear grandson. Your grandfather didn't sell you out. It's just... Ahem, matters of state come first. I'll be off now. I'll be off.
It's well written and keeps the pace.
Very well written and beautiful.
The book is very good, not as empty as other books.