Zhu Biao's thoughts immediately returned to the past when he saw Zhu Xi before him.
Back then.
His Xiongying had only been this big.
Chang clan had held him in her arms as he affectionately called Zhu Biao Father.
At that time.
The Ming Dynasty had only recently been founded.
Those cries of Father.
Now, upon seeing Zhu Xi, seemed to echo endlessly beside Zhu Biao's ears.
They left Zhu Biao completely stunned.
Inside the hall.
Shen Yu'er looked at Zhu Biao in confusion. Yet she did not dare make a sound, only feeling somewhat astonished inside.
What is wrong with the Crown Prince? Why is he staring at Xi'er?
Could Xi'er have violated some taboo?
Shen Yu'er worried inwardly.
After quite a while.
Zhu Biao slowly came back to his senses, though his gaze remained fixed on Zhu Xi.
That gaze held countless emotions.
Reminiscence!
Sorrow!
Guilt!
And even an indescribable sense of familiarity.
"Alas."
"Xiongying is already gone. He cannot possibly come back to life; the dead cannot be revived."
"I watched him be buried alongside Mother with my own eyes."
"But..."
Zhu Biao thought to himself as he stared at Zhu Xi. How could there be someone so alike in this world? Zhu Xi is practically carved from the same mold as Xiongying when he was little. Could reincarnation truly exist?
Perhaps.
At this moment.
Zhu Biao's heart was churning with endless waves.
Had he not personally watched his son be laid to rest in the grave, he would truly have thought that Zhu Xi was his son coming to find him as a child.
"Your name is Zhu Xi, correct?"
Coming back to himself, Zhu Biao looked at Zhu Xi with a gentle smile, showing an unprecedented warmth.
Zhu Xi could currently only call people Father