For Lu clan!
In this life.
Her greatest nightmares were two people.
One.
Was the former principal consort of the Eastern Palace, Crown Prince Zhu Biao's rightful wife, Chang clan.
With her around.
Everything in the Eastern Palace had once been under her control.
And there was another.
That was the former Imperial Eldest Grandson, Zhu Xiongying, who had been showered with boundless favor and whose status no one could shake.
Yet the child before her.
Looked exactly like Zhu Xiongying from back then.
No.
Perhaps "exactly alike" was not the right way to describe it. They were only seventy or eighty percent similar.
It was as though they had been carved from the same mold, identical in every way.
At just one glance.
Lu clan felt as though Zhu Xiongying had appeared before her.
"Impossible."
"Is this a ghost?"
"He can't possibly still be alive."
"Impossible..."
Lu clan stared fixedly at Zhu Wenxi, completely dumbfounded. She was so frightened that she staggered and fell onto the ground.
At this sight.
Zhu Yuanzhang on the Dragon Throne and Zhu Biao were both stunned, looking at Lu clan in confusion.
"Mother Consort."
Zhu Yunwen was the first to react. He immediately rushed forward to support Lu clan, calling out to her anxiously and bewilderedly.
Hearing Zhu Yunwen's call.
Lu clan finally came back to her senses, though her eyes remained fixed on Zhu Wenxi. Sensing the strange looks from Zhu Yuanzhang and Zhu Biao, she hurriedly lowered her head.
"Impossible."
"That bastard Zhu Xiongying is already dead."
"I personally watched him be buried in the Filial Mausoleum. He can't possibly still be alive."
"I saw wrong. I must have seen wrong."
As she lowered her head, Lu clan silently repeated to herself that she had seen wrong.
But.
From the corner