The Eldest Grandson of the Ming Dynasty Has Returned, and He Will Not Be Disappointed in the Prosperous Age of Hongwu

New product ratings will increase later. In the Imperial City of Yingtian Mansion, in the Nuan Pavilion of the Wenhua Hall of the East Palace, the incense of pine needles lingers. On the carved and gilded bed, the bright yellow brocade bed curtain is embroidered with complex intertwining lotus patterns, and the string of pearls hanging from the hollow rosewood bed above the head reflects a fine halo in the morning light. Zhu Xiongying opened his eyes suddenly, his chest heaving violently, as if he had just escaped from the suffocation of drowning. His throat was as dry as sandpaper, and he struggled to spit out two words: "Water... Water..." His voice was as childish as a child with a yellow mouth, completely different from the thirty-year-old adult voice in his memory. "Your Highness is awake! Your Highness is awake!" A crisp female voice sounded in surprise, and the palace maid in blue palace clothes quickly stepped forward.