"This brat, honestly!"
Zhu Yuanzhang shook his head helplessly.
"I wonder what expression that brat will have when the day comes for us to announce his identity." Zhu Biao smiled expectantly.
"Still, there is one thing I am most concerned about right now." Zhu Yuanzhang looked thoughtful.
"What?" Zhu Biao turned his head in confusion.
"Can Xiongying still recover his memories from before?" Zhu Yuanzhang sighed, his eyes filled with complicated emotions.
His memories from when he was eight.
Those eight years.
For Zhu Yuanzhang, and for Zhu Biao.
They were undoubtedly the most unforgettable.
Because those were the years when their entire family was still together, and they had been the warmest times.
"He will."
Zhu Biao spoke with absolute certainty.
"Really?" Hope also rose in Zhu Yuanzhang's eyes.
"As long as Xiongying returns to the imperial palace, I believe we can help him gradually recover his memories."
"Then, he will understand everything." Zhu Biao said firmly.
"I will wait for that day."
"If he truly cannot recover those memories, then would my Xiongying not have forgotten his grandmother?" Zhu Yuanzhang murmured.
At those words!
A trace of desolation appeared on Zhu Biao's face as well.
Naturally, he understood what Zhu Yuanzhang meant.
Back then.
His mother had died after contracting Smallpox while caring for Xiongying. That motherly devotion, that bond between grandmother and grandson, should not be forgotten.
After leaving Wenyuan Pavilion!
Zhu Ying made his way toward the front hall with practiced familiarity.
Yun Qi led the way throughout.
After some time.
Zhu Ying returned to Feng Tian Square.
"Marquis of Victory."
"This old servant will see you off here. I shall return and report back first."
On the square, Yun Qi respectfully addressed Zhu Ying.
"Thank you for your trouble, Eunuch Yun."
Zhu Ying smiled