Another World Da Ming: I use a hundred lives to become holy

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March is a wonderful time when grass grows and birds fly, and all things come back to life.

However, in the Imperial Garden of the Imperial City, the area richest in rare and exotic flowers and plants in the world, smoke and fire were now flying everywhere.

"Bring me some honey! Our girl's been craving sweets lately!"

"Yes!"

The instigator was none other than Old Zhu.

At that moment, he was rolling up his sleeves and personally tending the charcoal fire to roast sweet potatoes.

Behind him stood the most skilled gardener in the world, and the one who loved flowers and plants the most—the Grand Steward of the Imperial Garden.

At this moment, all they can do is deliver honey and chop wood.

"Hmm? Where's the honey?"

Old Zhu had his hand raised behind him for a while, but the person behind him answered yes. At such a critical moment, he just answered without moving!

Sweet potatoes can't function without honey!

Old Zhu immediately transformed back into Emperor Zhu Chongba, turning around fiercely.

However, when the person behind him came into view, the fierce look on Old Zhu's face froze, and he could no longer soften his expression.

The chief steward of the Imperial Garden knelt down.

The group of old brothers, whom he hadn't seen for a long time, had returned to the capital without informing the emperor, the emperor's vassal kings, and knelt down.

"Hey, everyone's here."

"These are our sister's roasted sweet potatoes, there's none for you!"

"Hey? This sweet potato isn't good, it's a bit burnt. We need to get a better one and bake a new one for the girl."

"What are you all standing there for? Come and help!"

"Ahem! It's been a long time since I've done this myself, so my skills have definitely gotten a bit rusty."

Old Zhu tossed aside the first golden-brown sweet potato he had painstakingly baked, then reached to the side and picked up a new one.

The sweet potatoes had been washed many times, but he still felt there was mud on them.

Whether he was wearing a dragon robe or silk, Old Zhu couldn't see clearly because of the smoke, but cleanliness was more important, so he just wiped it clean.

"Why is there so much dirt here? Did it rain in the Imperial Garden yesterday?"

"We can clean it perfectly! There's nothing we can't do."

"Why aren't you helping us?! Then we'll do it ourselves! We'll wipe all this mud off!"

Among the crowd, the elderly looked at the young people, and the young people looked at the elderly, but no one dared to make a move.

They were just watching Lao Zhu's movements, and incidentally glancing at the sweet potatoes that rolled over to their side.

Golden and crystal clear.

On the deformed surface, there was clearly only ash and dirt; there was no burnt area at all.

But they dared not speak, much less make any unnecessary moves.

Until more people arrive.

Until all the civil and military officials, whether in office or retired, came.

Until Crown Prince Zhu Biao finally arrived, dragging his heavy steps.

Only the sound of sobbing could be heard from the crowd.

"Father!!!"

"Biao'er? Biao'er, why aren't you in the Imperial Study handling memorials? What are you doing in the Imperial Garden? Your father only roasted one; you can't take it from your mother. Your mother..."

boom!

"Father! Mother, we're gone!" Crown Prince Zhu Biao looked at Old Zhu by the smoke and directly stated this cruel truth.

The sobs of the crowd also mingled with the smoke from the roasted sweet potatoes, like a gust of wind that shook and dispersed them.

"Keep your voice down! Your mother is waiting for our roasted sweet potatoes!"

"Before, we could only let our sister try the steamed ones, but now the roasted sweet potatoes taste so new."

"How did it burn again!"

"Give us another one! We want another one!"

"Your Highness! Quickly, get us another one!"

"Come here quickly! Get us another one!"

Hearing Crown Prince Zhu Biao sobbing, the old Zhu seemed to have gone mad, his eyes fixed on the charcoal fire in front of him, on the sweet potatoes on the fire.

"Father!"

Crown Prince Zhu Biao had no choice but to crawl to his father's side and use his dragon robe to cover the sweet potato on the charcoal fire.

"Father! Let's go see Mother!"

"Yes! It's done! The girl's probably getting hungry, this is what we owe her!"

With his attention drawn to Crown Prince Zhu Biao, who was shrouded in his dragon robe, Old Zhu had no choice but to shift his focus to his son.

As he stood up, he seemed to remember his age.

For the first time, he took a step at the age of sixty-two, showing weakness in front of the entire court.

But at times like these, no one dares to look up.

No one would have thought of these things.

Because compared to Lao Zhu's grief, everyone present was no less saddened than him.

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"Hey girl! Hey girl! We've baked some sweet potatoes for you! You haven't tried them yet, have you?"

"Hurry! Biao'er, it'll get cold soon!"

As he approached the gates of the Qianqing Palace, Zhu quickened his pace and began calling out from the palace walkway outside the gate.

Even though his girlfriend had previously looked down on him.

But he just kept doing it, it was a hobby that the old couple had on their own.

But when they reached the palace gate, Zhu Yuanzhang did not peek inside. Instead, he turned around and called out to Crown Prince Zhu Biao, who was two steps behind him.

That's not all; he even had to take it personally.

Until finally, you still have to cross that threshold.

He, the emperor of the world, the true embodiment of human power.

I became cowardly.

"Father!"

"His Majesty!"

boom!

The once warm red palace walls now held back all of the emperor's emotions.

At that moment, however, they could not stop the thick stack of paper money from hitting the ground hard.

There was no wind outside the Qianqing Palace, so the paper money wouldn't scatter.

Inside the Qianqing Palace, there is a beaded curtain, which Emperor Zhu could not cross.

"Hey girl, the sweet potatoes are here."

"We just roasted these sweet potatoes, get up and eat some, otherwise they'll get cold and won't taste good."

"You can take a nap if you want. We've caused you so much worry, it's all our fault."

"But don't sleep too long. Our Grandson Fu also said that we shouldn't stay in bed for too long and should walk around more."

"Sister?"

"Hey girl, just reply to me, okay? Just reply and I'll go to the Imperial Study right away and I promise I won't bother you again!"

"Girl, girl?"

Old Zhu pursed his lips, and in the end, he could only fold his sister's blanket inwards a little more.

Then, silently and trembling, he began to tear the sweet potato wrapped in his dragon robe.

But he threw away the sweet potato he had baked earlier.

This freshly baked sweet potato wasn't cooked long enough.

Sizzle~ Sizzle~

Old Zhu's fingernails scraped against the sweet potato, reaching the sticky sap inside, but it didn't make him feel uncomfortable.

And that didn't stop Old Zhu from doing his thing.

Besides worrying about his sister getting cold and needing to tuck her in from time to time, Lao Zhu couldn't stop any longer.

Until the blanket could no longer contain the cold.

"Crown Prince! Biao'er!"

"Help! Help!"

"Open all the doors and windows of the palace! It's cold! It's so cold!"

Old Zhu finally stood up.

But Crown Prince Zhu Biao was always by his side.

"Why aren't you moving! Your mother has spoiled you for nothing! Quickly lend your father a hand and turn the bed around!"

"Father!"

Crown Prince Zhu Biao could no longer allow his father to continue his reckless behavior, and finally reached out to his father for the first time.

"Biao'er, what's wrong?"

Old Zhu raised his head, his chin trembling, his eyes blurry, staring longingly.

"Father! Let Mother sleep. Don't let her last sleep be so tiring."

Crown Prince Zhu Biao managed to muster his reason through a sob, but what came out was nothing but nonsense, and he looked back.

"That's fine, that's fine too..."

"Let our girl sleep! Sleep peacefully."

"Tell them to stop making noise outside."

"Quiet down outside, boohoo..."

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August of the fifteenth year of the Hongwu reign.

She then said to the emperor, “Life and death are determined by fate. What good are prayers and sacrifices? Moreover, how can a doctor save a person? If the medicine is ineffective, will you blame the doctor because of me?”

"May Your Majesty seek out wise men and accept advice, remain as cautious from beginning to end, so that your descendants may all be virtuous, and your subjects may find their place."

He died in the month of Bingxu, at the age of fifty-one.

The emperor wept bitterly and never appointed another empress.

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