One hundred and twenty large ships were launched, and waves of cloth, silk, and porcelain were transported to the coast. The dream of reopening the West and restoring the prosperous age of Yongle was getting closer and closer. Zhu Houzhao felt that he could see further than the good-for-nothing dad who only used benefits to appease the powerful gentry. He could bear the pain in his body, but his mental loneliness really made him uncomfortable—none of his favorite generals and eunuchs came to see him. The golden Bodhisattva in front of the imperial couch seemed to blink his eyes, and a fishy smell floated over, reminding him of the dream at the bottom of the sea last night.
