The Sorrow of the Crown Prince

In the late spring of Nanjing in the fourth year of Hongwu in the Ming Dynasty, the 16-year-old Crown Prince Zhu Biao married the eldest daughter of King Chang Yuchun of Kaiping. At that time, the parasol trees were green and the red candles were shining brightly. They thought this was just the beginning of a beautiful life. She is a female general, but she is willing to take off her military uniform and paint eyebrows for him. As the crown prince, he was entangled in state affairs every day. Only in front of her could he be an ordinary husband. When the eldest son Xiongying was born, his father hugged his grandson and said, "This is my eldest grandson of the Ming Dynasty!" At that moment, the East Palace was filled with spring. But fate never favors people who are too perfect. In the winter of the eleventh year of Hongwu, Crown Princess Chang died in childbirth at the age of twenty-five. What was left to him, besides his youngest son Yunxi, was a black pen that no one could pick up for him anymore. Later, the step-concubine Lu entered the East Palace. She was gentle and respectful, gave birth to her second son Yun Wen, and took care of the housework in an orderly manner. He thought that life would always go on like this. But every night in the dead of night, he would still think of the person who would show his little fangs to him. In the fifteenth year of Hongwu's reign, the eldest son, Sun Xiongying, died young. In the twenty-fifth year of Hongwu's reign, he returned from a tour of Shaanxi and fell ill. Before he died, the last thing he remembered was the slightly trembling eyelashes under the hijab in the late spring of that year. After his death, his father became bald overnight. The emperor's grandson Yun Wen ascended the throne, and his fourth uncle, King Yan, raised an army to quell the situation. In the East Palace, the parasol trees are still deep, but no one remembers that there was once a prince named Zhu Biao and his two women who lived, loved and suffered seriously in this red wall. And that dusty black pen lay quietly in the old box, witnessing the transition of a dynasty from spring to embers and dust.