However!
The atmosphere in Wenyuan Pavilion's main hall had originally been solemn and dignified.
Zhu Ying looked at Zhu Yuanzhang and his son. Seeing the warmth between them, like that of an ordinary father and son, somehow lessened the heavy solemnity within the hall.
"You brat, so you know fear too."
Zhu Yuanzhang suddenly glared, though his face carried a trace of pride. He continued, "Let me tell you, if you make me unhappy and keep angering me, I'll just abdicate. Let's see whether you panic then."
As he spoke, Zhu Yuanzhang reached out and lightly patted Zhu Biao's shoulder, looking as though he truly could do something so willful.
Faced with his father's childish words, Zhu Biao was truly helpless. His face was full of resignation as he let out a soft sigh and said, "Fine! I'll go along with you."
As he spoke.
Zhu Biao shook his head slightly, his helplessness genuine.
Ascend the throne?
He truly was not ready.
Immediately afterward.
Zhu Biao changed the subject and reminded him, "But now that Zhu Ying is here, don't waste any more time."
As he spoke.
Zhu Biao turned his head and cast his gaze toward Zhu Ying.
Seeing Zhu Biao yield, Zhu Yuanzhang felt even more pleased with himself. The corners of his mouth rose high, revealing a delighted smile.
However.
With Zhu Ying present.
He still casually set down the memorial he had been reviewing. His movements were unhurried. Then he slowly raised his head, his gaze becoming exceptionally gentle as he looked at Zhu Ying and said, "Lord Zhu, this is not a court session. Please take a seat."
As he spoke.
Zhu Yuanzhang raised a hand and smilingly pointed at the neatly arranged chairs nearby.
"Thank you, Your Majesty."
Zhu Ying hurriedly cupped his fists