Within Wenyuan Pavilion!
Zhu Yuanzhang wore a magnificent bright-yellow Dragon Robe. Though his hair had already turned white, the majesty about him seemed to carry an endless, stifling weight.
Zhu Yuanzhang sat upright upon the Dragon Throne, his expression filled with emotion as he murmured, "He actually got married so soon."
Then.
Zhu Yuanzhang slowly raised his head and looked at Zhu Biao, who stood before him with an elegant scholarly air. A faint smile appeared on his face as he called, "Biao'er."
"It seems your plan to take him as a son-in-law can no longer come to pass."
At those words!
Zhu Biao frowned slightly, a trace of imperceptible disappointment flashing through his eyes. He gently shook his head and said with a hint of sourness, "The Liaodong war ended less than a month ago, yet Zhu Ying has already gotten married."
"That truly was far too fast. Could the process of the Three Letters and Six Rites really be completed so quickly?"
As for Zhu Ying.
Zhu Biao undoubtedly thought very highly of him. Back then, he had even eagerly hoped to marry his daughter to this commander of boundless promise, thoroughly drawing him in as an arm of the imperial clan. But now, all of that had turned into froth.
After Zhu Ying married, he reported the matter to the Daning Prefecture yamen in accordance with custom and formally placed the Shen Yu'er he had married in the position of "wife."
In this era, although having three wives and four concubines was commonplace in society, the law strictly stipulated that a man could have only one principal wife; all others were concubines.
Unless Zhu Ying chose to divorce his wife, the position of principal wife was fixed and could not be changed.
And Zhu Biao's daughter was