Daming: Grandpa Emperor, please get up and sit on my throne!

The aroma of wine in the Qianqing Palace instantly became much stronger...

(A side note: During the Ming Dynasty, dumplings were eaten in the north, but not in the south. Dumplings became widely popular in the south of the Yangtze River only after the Qing Dynasty, and especially in modern times with the migration of people from north to south. In the early Ming Dynasty, Nanjing, as a purely southern city, did not have a well-developed noodle culture, and ordinary people relied more on rice products for the New Year. Zhu Yuanzhang was born in Fengyang, Anhui, which was also a southern custom.)

"On the first day of the first lunar month, we must eat millet cakes and drink Tusu!"

"Exorcise evil spirits, avoid disasters, and plagues, gather the essence of energy, and you will be healthy and free of illness in the coming year, and live a more comfortable life."

Although these words are said every year, we never get tired of saying them: good health and longevity, a comfortable life, and everything going well... This is the common vision of everyone from ancient times to the present, regardless of whether they are rich or poor, ordinary people or princes.

Naturally, it also conveys Zhu Chaofang and Zhu Xuening's blessings to Zhu Yunhuan.

But what makes this time different from previous years is the last few words: "From now on, every year will be a good day like this!"

Things are indeed getting better now.

But Zhu Chaofang always said this with a smile in previous years, but this year, her eyes were red, and when she spoke later, her pleasant voice couldn't help but have a hint of tears in it...

"Life is getting better now, why are you crying, elder sister? Eat some millet cake first. You will live a good life in the future. What's the point of crying?" Zhu Yunheng immediately spoke to comfort her.

Of course he knows.

Zhu Chaofang was so happy that he cried when he saw that he had finally reaped the rewards of his hard work. He was truly happy for himself.

But he is not really used to this kind of scene.

Zhu Chaofang secretly took a deep breath, forced back the tears in his eyes, and said, "Your Majesty is right!"

After saying this, he picked up his chopsticks, but as if he suddenly remembered something, he said, "As for eating millet cakes and drinking Tusu wine, we usually eat from the oldest to the youngest according to custom. But now it's not allowed. You have to eat first."

Zhu Chaofang is the eldest sister. She used to be the one who worried the most about her younger siblings. Although she is not very old, she always worries more and is more cautious.

Zhu Yunhuan raised his eyebrows.

In the end, he gave up pushing it back and forth. Firstly, he agreed with Zhu Chaofang's reasoning, and secondly, he knew the temperaments of his two sisters. Pushing it back and forth was futile, so he said, "Okay, I'll eat first."

Inside the Qianqing Palace.

A round table of medium size, a few plates of fragrant and soft millet cakes, and two jars of Tusu wine with a slight medicinal aroma.

Several people laughed and started eating and drinking.

It was simple, but it made Zhu Yunhuan feel more comfortable than any other imperial meal.

After Zhu Chaofang finished drinking the wine in his glass, he was slightly tipsy after three rounds of drinking, and he couldn't help but start worrying again: "Another year has passed, and you're another year older. Have you thought about the things I mentioned to you before?"

Zhu Yunhuan naturally knew that this was the beginning of urging marriage.

Chinese New Year.

The main theme that remains unchanged throughout the ages.

Of course, he also knew in his heart that those distant relatives who liked to urge him to get married were probably just trying to make fun of him.

But here, Zhu Yunhuan really has the throne to inherit. As a well-behaved woman born and raised in this era, Zhu Chaofang believes that this is truly good for her own good.

However, it was Chinese New Year, and the group was still as usual, just siblings. Zhu Yunhuan half-jokingly said, "Me? I'm not in a hurry, but you, big sister, and second sister, are already of marriageable age, right? You're more anxious about this than I am, right? Do you have a prince consort you'd like?"

As an outstanding young person of the 21st century.

You must at least know a thing or two about the reverse method of forcing marriage.

When talking about this, Zhu Chaofang and Zhu Xuening's fair and pretty faces both turned slightly red. Even though Zhu Chaofang was very capable and generous, in this regard, he could not be as calm as modern people.

ps: Regarding the title "big sister", I have seen many people say that they feel awkward, but it was indeed a common title in ancient times.

After all, these two sisters are indeed the rare relatives that Zhu Yunhuan truly regards from the bottom of his heart in this era. I personally think that calling them that will make them feel closer.

So... do you think "big sister" is better, or is "big sister" with a more distant look better? If most people find it awkward, I'll change it later.