Zhu Yuanzhang, who commanded the wind and rain, lived a long and arduous life.

"Father...Father isn't dead?"

Zhu Yuanzhang couldn't help but say.

The visitor laughed and said, "Yes, your father is very lucky and doesn't die so easily."

"However, he seems very unhappy. Please take good care of him. I'm begging you."

"I know you've had a tough time, and you have a lot more gray hair now, but I really worry about your father."

“He’s not like you. You have a house full of children and grandchildren, and many people think of you and take care of you. Your mother isn’t worried.”

“But your father is different. Except for your mother, you have all forgotten about him, so your mother is very worried about your father.”

“You know your dad, he used to work in the fields every day, and his back got so bad. Sometimes he would twist his back just by climbing a mountain. Now that so many years have passed, his back must hurt even more.”

"But I remember the prescription for the liniment I found for him. It was amazing. Back then, your father thought it was too expensive to get the medicine and wouldn't let me get it. But I secretly got it for him and made him drink it like tea."

“That medicine worked. I saw your father drink it with my own eyes, and a few days later he said his back felt better. I remember the prescription very clearly. I’ll read it to you.”

"Two ounces of angelica root, bezoar..."

The person who came read out more than a dozen names, even specifying the exact quantities to be used.

At this moment, Zhu Yuanzhang's eyes reddened.

Mother is still the same mother, always thinking of Father.

He had heard his father say that his mother's memory was not very good, probably because she was getting old or because she was always busy taking care of the whole family.

I often forget what I ate a few days ago.

But she always remembered her father's condition. She carefully noted down every single ingredient in the medicine she prescribed for him, fearing that using the wrong herbs would worsen his illness.

The clothes Dad likes, the tea...

She remembered almost everything more clearly than anything else.

Because of his parents' loving and inseparable relationship, Zhu Yuanzhang learned this skill while spending every day with them.

Ancient and modern times are very different, but human nature remains the same.

A child's personality is mostly related to their family of origin.

If your parents in your family of origin don't love you, how can you expect them to love you?

If someone lacks love, they will find it difficult to love themselves, let alone love others.

Zhu Yuanzhang lived in an environment full of love; his father loved him, his mother loved him, which is why he loved Empress Ma so much and didn't abandon her after he succeeded.

This time,

The visitor kept muttering to himself.

Zhu Yuanzhang cherished this hard-won moment, his eyes only on his mother whom he had longed for day and night. He looked at her, gazed intently at the face he had longed for for decades.

As for the prescription and instructions the visitor gave, I didn't remember much of them.

"Also, the weather has turned cold recently, so tell your dad to wear more clothes so he doesn't get cold."

“He’s quite old, and his health isn’t as good as a young person’s. If he gets cold, he’ll be in pain for days.”

"Also, when you see your father, he may feel down from time to time. Just tell him that your mother has no regrets about leaving home to be with him back then."

"You can't scold this stupid mother, so just tell him this."

"Alright, Chongba, your mother is leaving now. Remember to visit your father. He will be very happy to see you."

"He's not good with words, so he won't tell you directly that he's happy, but I know he's definitely happy inside."

The person carrying a lantern walked into the depths of darkness.

Zhu Yuanzhang was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly asked, "Mother, where are you going?!"

He reached out to grab the person, but his hand passed right through and he couldn't catch him.

"how so!"

Zhu Yuanzhang couldn't believe it; he had just been able to hug his mother.

But the person didn't reply; he simply walked slowly into the depths, gradually disappearing into the distance.

"Mother, don't go!"

Zhu Yuanzhang ran towards her, but found that he was standing still, only able to watch her get further and further away.

Until...it disappeared.

The only light in the darkness is no longer there.

.

…….….….….….

Kunning Palace.

"what!!"

Zhu Yuanzhang suddenly stood up and shouted.

His forehead was covered in fine sweat, and his eyes were wide open, as if he had just woken up from a nightmare.

"Father, what's wrong?"

The noise was a bit loud, so Zhu Biao, who was outside the door, quickly ran in to ask what was wrong.

Zhu Biao was originally asleep in his palace.

However, when a palace maid checked on Empress Ma's condition at the appointed time, she found that Zhu Yuanzhang looked like he was having a nightmare. She was terrified and didn't know who to turn to, so she went to the chief eunuch.

The chief eunuch, being careless, came looking for Zhu Biao.

It can be said that Zhu Biao was woken up in the middle of the night.

Then, upon arriving outside the Kunning Palace and seeing his father's appearance, he sent someone to find the imperial physician.

Before the imperial physician could arrive, the emperor woke up first.

Zhu Yuanzhang looked around, then at Zhu Biao, and his bewildered eyes gradually cleared.

Take a deep breath.

His voice regained its former majesty.

"Biao'er, we just saw your grandma."

grandmother?

Zhu Biao was stunned for a moment, and after thinking for a while, he realized that he had a blood relative he had never met.

"Empress Chun? Father, you must be dreaming."

Zhu Yuanzhang shook his head, his tone firm: "It's not a dream, we know it very well."

“That’s your grandma! We can’t mistake her. Your grandma said your grandpa is still alive and that we should take good care of him.”

Zhu Biao thought for a moment, then sighed and said, "Father, the Emperor Emeritus died in Zhu Family Village back then."

Seeing that Zhu Yuanzhang remained calm, Zhu Biao continued, "Alright, even if he is not dead, the retired emperor is now over a hundred years old."

Do you think... is it possible?

“This…” Zhu Yuanzhang, who was originally resolute, had his will shaken by these words.

Yes!

Over a hundred years old, is that possible?

Zhu Yuanzhang is almost sixty years old this year, and most of his health problems have arisen. He used to be able to climb a mountain without getting out of breath, but now he can't even climb a mountain.

That's completely impossible.

This is the result of having the entire Ming Dynasty's all-star lineup and numerous imperial physicians maintaining his health.

And his own father, could he really live past a hundred? And still come looking for him?

You couldn't find a single person like that in the entire Ming Dynasty.

Not to mention his own father, who already had chronic health problems.

"Father."

Seeing that his advice was effective, Zhu Biao stepped forward and continued, "Didn't you say today that Xiong Ying said his master needs to know about Empress Chun's whereabouts?"

"Your subject believes that it's because you haven't heard from Empress Chun for a long time, and when she suddenly brought it up, you started thinking about her."

"There's a saying that what you think about during the day, you dream about at night. You must be missing Empress Chun too much."

Zhu Yuanzhang's eyes softened, as if he were somewhat convinced: "Was it really just a dream?"

Zhu Biao nodded: "Your subject believes that recently, Xiong Ying and the Empress Dowager have been in a bad mood, and you have also had a lot of political affairs to handle. You are too tired, which is why you are like this."

Zhu Yuanzhang sighed: "Alright, Father understands."

"Biao'er, it's getting late. You should go back and get some rest."

Zhu Biao thought for a moment and asked, "Father, should we call the imperial physician to take a look?"

Zhu Yuanzhang waved his hand and said, "No need, it was just a dream. My body isn't that fragile."