Zhu Xiongying opened his eyes and became Zhu Yuanzhang's favorite grandson. The whole family can hear his voice.
At the baby's 100-day banquet, he looked at Chang Yuchun, the founding general, and murmured in his heart: "Didn't my grandpa die suddenly in the second year of Hongwu? Who detoxified him?" Zhu Yuanzhang threw his wine glass on the spot - a dusty murder surfaced.
When he was five years old, Zhu Biao coughed and recited silently: "Dad passed away at the age of twenty-two." Tears burst into Empress Ma's eyes, and Zhu Yuanzhang called the entire Imperial Hospital overnight.
When he was seven years old, he murmured in his dream: "When I was eight years old, I died." The whole palace was shocked because the poisoner was already on the way.
His voice is a knife hanging over the heads of his family: he knows who deserves to die and who doesn't. He wanted to save the people Zhu Yuanzhang wanted to kill; he wanted to defend the country Zhu Di wanted to seize; every revision of history pushed him into a more dangerous abyss.
"Grandpa, the more people you kill, the more enemies our Zhu family will have."
The words of a four-year-old child made Zhu Yuanzhang unable to hold the knife steadily for the first time.
