Yongle Emperor's grandson: Zhu Yuanzhang with cheats, Zhu Di went crazy

"Isn't it just a matter of death? It's not a big deal. You called us all here, but this kid is the only one who wants to cause trouble."

As the door opened, Lao Zhu's loud voice rang out.

Everyone in the room was dumbfounded, staring blankly at Old Zhu who walked in carelessly, and Empress Ma and others who followed beside him.

Empress Ma might not have much impression of him, but many people present at the scene had seen Zhu Yuanzhang. Although the old man is young now, his appearance has not changed much and one can tell at a glance.

If it were somewhere else, they might think it was a similar person, but this person was brought in by Zhu Zhanjun, and he would definitely not bring in a fake one to fool people.

"You old man, you are so old, but you still can't control your words. The children are watching us, what nonsense are you saying?"

Empress Ma glared at Old Zhu, then said to everyone, "Your grandfather just talks like that, don't take it to heart."

As Empress Ma said this, everyone finally reacted. Zhu Gaosui and Zhu Gaoxu fell to their knees, staring blankly at Old Zhu and not daring to say confidently, "You are really my grandfather and grandmother."

Old Zhu glared at the two of them, snorted, walked through the crowd to the bedside, and looked at his son who was lying on the bed dying.

Even though he said some harsh words, there was uncontrollable concern in his eyes. Seeing his son in such pain, his heart ached.

"Everyone, get up."

Queen Ma was also anxious to see her son, so she waved her hand and asked everyone to stand up.

Zhu Gaoxu and Zhu Gaosui had just stood up when they saw several people coming out from behind Empress Ma and their expressions were surprised again.

"Uncle, great great great..."

Zhu Gaosui's lips trembled for a moment, but he finally shouted out.

Zhu Biao nodded, said okay, and strode with his mother to the bedside.

"Haha, long time no see."

Zhu Yunwen, who was following Zhu Xiongying, saw Zhu Gaoxu, looked at him with complicated eyes, smiled and nodded, then stood aside.

Faced with this unimaginable group of people, Zhu Gaoxu and others did not react for a long time. But when they saw that there was no surprise in their eldest brother and mother's eyes, they realized that their eldest brother and mother probably knew about the existence of these people for a long time and had even seen them.

Several people returned to the bedside. Queen Ma grabbed the old man's hand with a hint of sadness in her eyes.

The most painful thing in life is the separation of life and death. Although she knew that her son would enter the space soon, she was always worried that if something unexpected happened, she would never see her son again.

There were tears in Empress Ma's eyes, and tears also seeped out of the old man's eyes.

"You stinky boy." Old Zhu took the handkerchief handed over by Empress Xu and wiped the tears from his son's eyes, and said with emotion: "You stinky boy, you are lucky, better than your father."

"When I died, there was no one around me. When I was dying, I thought of your mother, you guys, and the days when our family was happy together."

"That was my feeling at that time."

At this point he shook his head and said, "You are so lucky. I and your mother are here, your wife, children and brothers are by your side, and you are the emperor who unified the whole world. You have made a fortune in this life, more than I have."

Hearing his father's chatter, the old man, who had tears in his eyes, smiled.

After saying a few words, Old Zhu turned to Fatty Zhu, Zhu Gaoxu, and Zhu Gaosui and said, "Listen carefully, the three of you."

The three of them quickly stepped forward and knelt down. Old Zhu said, "Your father was a capable, competent, and principled man. He was the first emperor in the history of the Yanhuang people to unify the world. We cannot lose face. We must give him a grand funeral."

"For burial objects, the highest standards must be followed, and there must be burial companions..."

"Cough cough!"

As soon as Old Zhu mentioned burial alive, Zhu Zhanjun coughed lightly.

Old Zhu reacted instantly and changed the subject, saying, "We won't do such unscrupulous things. We can't let our descendants have something to talk about. Let's just make the figurines according to the specifications of the human body."

"Didn't the First Emperor have the Terracotta Warriors buried with him? Our son can't be weaker than him. Make him three times the size, from ancient armies to modern soldiers and armored vehicles."

"For the coffin, we should use top-grade red sandalwood. It should match our son's specifications and not let others look down on him."

Old Zhu kept on talking, explaining what happened after his grandfather's death.

Zhu Pangpang and the other two did not dare to delay and asked someone to bring pen and paper to write down everything.

If it were the Ming Dynasty in the past, if Zhu Yuanzhang had proposed this kind of standard, Zhu Pangpang would definitely have advised against it for the sake of the country.

But it is different now. The Ming Dynasty controls two and a half worlds. It has nothing but a lot of money. The Ming Dynasty no longer has to worry about money and food.

Zhu Pangpang is a filial man, so naturally he is willing to prepare a high-level funeral for his father.

After explaining everything one by one, Lao Zhu sat on the edge of the bed and chatted with everyone.

The atmosphere in the room didn't sound like a family member was leaving, but rather like everyone was sitting together chatting and talking.

Time passed slowly, and in the blink of an eye it was dark.

"Get ready, this brat has fulfilled his wish and won't be able to hold out for much longer!"

Old Zhu, who had been holding his son's hand tightly, suddenly spoke a word. Everyone present understood instantly.

The old man saw the people he was supposed to see, and learned about the arrangements for his funeral. He also understood that he would wake up again as soon as he closed his eyes. He no longer had any obsessions or pressure in his heart. When he relaxed, his body, which had been weak to the extreme, naturally could not hold on for long.

Everyone quickly gathered around the bed. The old man opened his eyes with great effort, and finally fixed his gaze on his wife. He forced a smile, moved his lips slightly, and slowly closed his eyes.

The whole room fell silent in an instant. No one said a word. Everyone waited quietly. After a while, Zhu Zhanjun walked in from outside.

Everyone looked at him, their eyes full of anticipation, as well as some nervousness and worry.

Although they knew that the old man might go to the space, they were always worried about accidents, so the moment the old man left, Zhu Zhanjun returned to the space to wait.

"He said he had been hungry for a long time, so he went to make noodles and told us to do our own thing."

Zhu Zhanjun said helplessly.

Just now he met the old man at the altar. The old man said he was starving, then ran to the kitchen to cook noodles for himself. He told Zhu Zhanjun not to worry about him and to just do what he was supposed to do.

It looked as if the funeral outside was not prepared for him.

"I'm really hungry. I haven't eaten for several days."

Empress Xu, who was originally worried, suddenly laughed, shook her head, and the worry in her eyes disappeared in an instant.

Everyone smiled. Old Zhu stood up and said to Queen Ma, "Let's go back, so as not to delay the children from doing the things behind."

Empress Ma, who was tidying up her son's appearance, took back the handkerchief and confirmed that everything was fine. She nodded and said to Empress Xu, "If you can't stay outside, go inside. Without you, the brat will probably make trouble."

Empress Xu nodded repeatedly.

After seeing off Old Zhu and his group, Zhu Zhanjun said to Zhu Gaosui and Zhu Gaoxu, who were confused the whole time, "Second uncle, third uncle, let's go. Let's take Grandpa back. We need to make some arrangements over there."

The two of them finally reacted and quickly stood up and nodded.

Without calling outsiders, the men of the family stepped forward, lifted the couch, and walked into the light gate.

Back in the old man's bedroom, several people worked together to move the old man's body to the bed.

Looking at the old man who seemed to be asleep, Zhu Gaoxu sighed: "To be honest, I still feel like I'm dreaming."

"Yes." Zhu Zhanjun's aunt also nodded repeatedly, and then said with a strange expression: "I'm really worried that I won't be able to cry in a while."

"hehe!"

As soon as these words were spoken, Second Aunt couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Upon hearing this, Empress Xu gave her maid a helpless look.

When Fatty Zhu saw a bunch of people laughing at his father's corpse, he didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "Okay, our father is gone, why don't we be serious? If you can't cry later, pinch your thighs. If pinching your thighs doesn't work, I'll have someone prepare some onions."

Good man, it would have been fine if he didn’t say it. Once he said it, everyone almost couldn’t help themselves.

"Ahem, that's enough, calm down. Grandpa can't say for sure. He's watching us. He has a bad temper. Be careful or he'll beat you up when he gets back."

Zhu Zhanjun said this quickly, and when everyone heard that the old man was watching, the smiles on their faces instantly disappeared.

"Sister, why don't you pinch me? I can't do it."

Zhu Zhanjun's second aunt tried to calm down her emotions, but she just couldn't cry, so she turned to her eldest sister next to her for help.

The eldest princess had a helpless look on her face and stretched out her hand fiercely, causing the second princess to burst into tears in pain.

Others followed suit and showed sadness on their faces. Some of them could not cry anymore and began to recall the saddest and most heartbreaking things in their lives. Emotions soon flooded their faces.

Empress Xu sat beside the bed, looking at her husband's body. It was unknown what she was recalling, and her expression was immersed in it.

Zhu Zhanjun looked around, kicked his son Zhu Qirui, who was always making thunder but no rain, and reminded him not to act too much. With a sad expression on his face, he opened the door.

After a while, bells rang out from the bell and drum tower.

The officials who had already gone home after get off work, enjoying delicious food or doing other things, froze when they heard the bell.

"Master, why aren't you moving?"

"Move your mother, something's wrong."

This sound was heard in the middle of the night, which already indicated that something was not right. In addition, the emperor had been in poor health in the past few days. Many people were startled and hurriedly put down their work or got up from bed, quickly changed into official uniforms, and rushed to the palace as fast as possible.

Soon, a piece of news that shocked the world was announced from the radio.

The greatest emperor of the Chinese nation and the only one who unified the world, His Majesty Emperor Yongle, ascended to heaven on his dragon at midnight last night.

When the news came out, the whole country was in grief. The soldiers who had accompanied the old man to fight all over the world cried loudly and set up a memorial tablet at home to bid farewell to this great emperor! (End of this chapter)