[Not invincible + not brainless + not harem] (Background sound: Flowers bloom and wither, the sky is full of flowers, it's you who disappears and appears~) It was the first day of May in the fifteenth year of Hongwu.
Yingtian Mansion was shrouded in a leaden haze, and even the Qinhuai River, which used to be noisy in the past, seemed to flow particularly stagnantly and sadly.
At the southern foot of Zhongshan Mountain, the royal mausoleum.
A funeral that should have been solemn and solemn for the emperor's eldest grandson was reaching the most critical moment of burial. The air was filled with the strange smell of incense and earth. The chanting of monks and the low sobs of civil and military officials were intertwined to form a huge and sad picture.
The eight-year-old grandson Zhu Xiongying, the eldest grandson for whom Zhu Yuanzhang had the highest hopes, fell suddenly ill and died suddenly. This heavy hammer not only broke the heart of Prince Zhu Biao, but also made the young and powerful Emperor Hongwu become rickety overnight, as if he had aged ten years. When Empress Ma, who was lingering on the bed, heard the bad news, she even vomited blood and fell into a coma, with her life and death uncertain.
"My grandson... A hero..."
