Ming Dynasty: Zhu Yuanzhang Dug His Grave at the Beginning

On the twenty-fifth night of Hongwu's reign, the white-haired old emperor stood alone in front of the coffin and cried out that he had missed him for ten years. When the tomb door was forcibly pushed open, I was lying flat in the golden nanmu coffin, and my fingertips had already touched the texture on the inside of the coffin lid. He said in a trembling voice that Grandma Huang had also gone. His voice came through close to the coffin, with a rare choking sound from the founding emperor. I stopped trying to push the cover.