Looking at his son, who had already fallen asleep.
Zhu Yuanzhang's eyes were filled with boundless tenderness.
"Looks like..."
"My son is truly exhausted, and he truly values you as well."
"I don't even remember how many years it has been since I last saw him drunk."
"Before outsiders, he always maintained the dignity of the heir apparent. Before me, he also never wanted to disappoint me, so he did everything he could to make sure I would not be disappointed."
"He truly is exhausted."
Zhu Yuanzhang gently stroked Zhu Biao's head and slowly spoke words that came from the depths of his heart.
Zhu Biao's diligence in government affairs, Zhu Biao's efforts—
How could Zhu Yuanzhang not see them?
He knew very well what Zhu Biao had done and what he had borne in order not to disappoint him.
"After all, this is such a vast empire. As the heir to the nation, and one who has always been personally nurtured by the Emperor, the eyes of the entire court and the people of the realm are all fixed upon him. That kind of responsibility is far too great," Zhu Ying said slowly.
Zhu Ying naturally understood what Zhu Biao carried and how much pressure he endured.
In history—
It was said that Zhu Biao had died from overwork, which triggered a stroke. In later generations, it was called a cerebral hemorrhage. In this era, once one truly contracted such an illness, it was almost impossible to cure.
Overwork was one cause, and immense pressure was another.
"Yes!"
"The eyes of the court, the eyes of the people."
"And his unwillingness to betray my expectations—he bears far too much." Zhu Yuanzhang muttered, letting out a sigh.
Perhaps—
He was somewhat drunk and muddled today. Under normal circumstances, he would