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

The Imperial Guard knelt on one knee: "Your Majesty, that is indeed the case."

Zhu Yuanzhang didn't take it seriously and nodded, saying, "I understand. You may leave."

"Remember, only we know about this. You must not tell the Crown Prince either."

The Imperial Guards received the order and slowly withdrew.

Zhu Yuanzhang continued to handle government affairs.

Zhu Yuanzhang had always known about Chen Hong accepting bribes from the Lü family, and he had always tolerated it.

During the period after his grandson's death, Zhu Yuanzhang would sometimes keep Chen Hong behind when discussing important matters, intending to use Chen Hong to inform Lady Lü and Yunwen.

State affairs were communicated to Zhu Yunwen through Chen Hong, and Zhu Yunwen would also offer his own opinions. Zhu Yuanzhang would listen to the good ones and point out the mistakes in the bad ones.

At that time, he was raising Zhu Yunwen as the eldest grandson of the emperor.

but now,

With the eldest grandson resurrected, Zhu Yunwen no longer needed to worry about these important state affairs.

Zhu Yuanzhang's eyes flickered.

It's time to let Chen Hong leave the capital.

Let's get someone from our grandson's faction come to serve him.

He thought so in his heart.

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…….….….….….

Tianyun Temple.

Today, Tianyun Temple is busier with worshippers than before.

But that's not the most important thing.

Instead, there was a noisy noise in the temple.

"Grandpa, you said you liked osmanthus cake before, so I made some for you. Please try it."

"Wow, great-grandfather, great-grandfather, look! What a beautiful butterfly!"

"Great-Grandpa, it's already noon, are you hungry?"

“….”

The noisy noise persisted in the courtyard where Zhu Changye lived.

The little girl seemed to like him a lot, sharing everything with him, good or bad.

However, in front of outsiders, such as the disciples of Tianyun Temple, the little girl becomes socially awkward and can't utter a single word for a long time.

It was as if she had reserved all her words for Zhu Changye.

"This child is far too lively."

Zhu Changye smiled as he looked at Zhu Yao, who was catching butterflies in the courtyard, and felt a headache coming on.

The little guy is disturbing his cultivation a bit.

However, Zhu Changye didn't care much. After all, they were family, and he had just lost his grandfather. There was no rush to cultivate. He was prioritizing spending time with Zhu Yao over his cultivation.

"Great-Grandpa, the butterfly flew over to your side! Quick, help Yao Yao catch it!"

"Over there," Zhu Yao said in a childish voice.

Zhu Changye laughed and said, "Good, good!"

He also started catching butterflies.

Without using any magic, he acted like an ordinary elderly person.

His butterfly-catching skills are pretty bad.

I walked around for ages and the butterflies kept darting around, but I didn't even touch one. On the contrary, the little guy caught three butterflies.

"Hmph, Great-Grandpa is really bad. Look at Yao Yao's spoils."

Zhu Yao proudly raised her cage.

There are five butterflies inside.

Zhu Changye smiled and picked her up, saying, "Grandpa is getting old and can't keep up anymore, unlike our Yao Yao who is so capable."

Upon hearing this, Zhu Yao's originally proud eyes instantly became serious: "No! Great-Grandpa is in very good health."

Zhu Changye was about to answer when the door to the courtyard was opened from the outside.

He didn't need to look; he already knew who the person was.

It was Zhu Xiong Ying.

"Master, I've come to find you."

Zhu Xiong Ying called out from afar and kept walking towards her.

Zhu Changye also walked over.

"Huh, what's this...?"

Zhu Xiong Ying looked at Zhu Yao in surprise.

At this moment, Zhu Yao was no longer as cheerful as before. She was hiding behind Zhu Changye, her two little hands clutching his robe, her timid little eyes looking at Zhu Xiong Ying.

“Brother Xiong… Brother Xiong Ying.”

She knew Zhu Xiong Ying.

In the past, when her great-uncle came to visit her grandfather, Zhu Xiong Ying would sometimes come along. Since they were all the same age, Zhu Xiong Ying would sometimes take her out to play.

But she always felt that she was not worthy to play with Zhu Xiong Ying.

Zhu Xiong Ying possessed an air of nobility, yet also an air of unapproachability; every time she looked at Zhu Xiong Ying, she felt inferior.

“Hey, Yao Yao.”

"Yaoyao, what are you doing here!"

Zhu Xiong Ying was overjoyed: "Oh my, if I had known you were here, I should have brought some candy for you today."

Zhu Changye laughed and said, "Xiong Ying, from now on Yao Yao will be your junior sister."

"Junior sister?" Zhu Xiong Ying was stunned for a moment, then beamed with joy: "Master, you have also accepted Yao Yao as your disciple."

Zhu Changye did not answer, but simply nodded.

This is Zhu Yao's public identity; she is her own disciple.

He couldn't possibly call him his great-grandfather in public; that would be too frightening.

"Yaoyao, come and meet your senior brother."

Zhu Changye slowly stepped forward and made way for him.

Zhu Yao came out with trepidation, her face unnatural as she bowed and said, "Greetings, Senior Brother."

Zhu Xiong Ying laughed and said, "Good, good! From now on, your senior brother will definitely protect you."

"Yaoyao, I started learning from Master early, let me show you my results!"

Zhu Xiong Ying is going to show off his skills.

Yesterday, he made a small breakthrough in his cultivation and was able to condense a ball of energy.

He wanted to show off.

Zhu Xiong Ying started to stand in a horse stance, her face contorted, and stretched out her hand.

"what!"

Shout loudly.

But... there was no movement at all.

Zhu Yao tilted her head: "Brother Xiong Ying, have you shown off your results yet?"

Zhu Xiong Ying gave an awkward smile: "Not yet, but we'll be right next."

"what!"

He tried again, holding his breath, but still nothing happened.

"what!"

"what!"

"what!"

"......."

Several times, but nothing happened.

This made Zhu Xiong Ying blush, feeling that she had lost face in front of her junior sister.

"Alright, U.A., yesterday was just a coincidence."

"You, you still have a while before you can get used to it. Get up quickly."

Zhu Changye smiled and smoothed things over.

"Yes, Master."

Zhu Xiong Ying lost interest in showing off and stood up, scratching her head awkwardly: "Yao Yao, I'll show you next time."

Zhu Yao shrank her neck slightly: "Okay, Yao Yao trusts Brother Xiong Ying."

The two seemed to be having a good conversation, which pleased Zhu Changye greatly.

These are all his disciples and their descendants; he has to put in some effort to teach them things too.

He led the two to the room, and the three of them sat down to meditate.

Zhu Yao couldn't sit still for long. Seeing that Zhu Changye and Zhu Xiong Ying both had their eyes closed, she secretly stood up and tiptoed outside.

She's going outside to catch butterflies.

"ah!"

Zhu Yao's small feet touched the steps and she was about to fall to the ground.

But an invisible force lifted her into the air, eventually pulling her up and making her stand upright.

"Wow, I almost fell and disturbed Grandpa and Brother Xiong Ying. Luckily, I'm alright."

Zhu Yao was too young to explain this magical phenomenon, nor did she think it was her great-grandfather who did it; she simply believed that the wind had saved her.

Then, he tiptoed out.

"It's a good thing this child fell here."

Zhu Changye opened his eyes, looked at her back, and smiled faintly.

Then he closed his eyes and began to cultivate.

But after a short while, he opened his eyes: "Xiongying, is something on your mind?"

He sensed it, and Zhu Xiong Ying, standing beside him, was no longer as calm as before.

An unsettled mind cannot be used for meditation and spiritual practice.

"This... Master, it is indeed a bit..."

"What is troubling you? Tell your teacher."

“This…” Zhu Xiong Ying thought for a moment, then sighed and said, “It’s about some things in the imperial court. My grandfather has run into some trouble recently.”

“He didn’t tell me, but I could tell he was more worried than ever.”