The Ming Dynasty: Starting with the Somersault Cloud, Old Zhu was so envious he cried!

Upon hearing this, Xu Miaoyun was so frightened that she broke out in a cold sweat.

"Your Highness..." She quickly reached out and covered Zhu Ming's mouth, "My little darling, please stop! Speaking ill of the Emperor is a serious offense!"

Zhu Ming was held in Xu Miaoyun's arms, and he didn't struggle, but blinked.

"Hmm?"

"I know you didn't mean it, but you really can't say things like that!" Xu Miaoyun lowered her voice, glancing around. "There are ears all over this room. If this gets out, what will outsiders think of your relationship with the Emperor?"

"Even when the morning court session starts tomorrow, someone will submit a memorial impeaching you, saying you are disrespectful to the emperor and father, disloyal and unfilial!"

"Then the entire court will be watching you. Even if your father wants to protect you, he won't be able to silence everyone!"

Zhu Ming blinked, still making "uh-huh" sounds.

Xu Miaoyun was still worried and added, "Sixth Prince, I'm letting go, but you must promise me you'll never say anything like that again, understand?"

Zhu Ming blinked.

"Nod if you agree." Xu Miaoyun stared at him.

Zhu Ming nodded.

Xu Miaoyun then slowly released her grip.

"Huff—" Zhu Ming gasped for breath, his face almost turning red. "Sister Miaoyun, you have no idea, I almost saw my great-grandmother just now!"

I almost saw my great-grandmother?

Xu Miaoyun was stunned.

She was a native of the Ming Dynasty, so naturally she didn't understand the meaning of those words.

They thought Zhu Ming had opened his eyes to see ghosts and actually saw his great-grandmother's spirit, and were immediately startled.

"Your Highness, don't scare me! The Empress Dowager... The Empress Dowager has really come?" Xu Miaoyun shuddered and said in a trembling voice.

As she asked the question, she looked around nervously, her eyes scanning the beams, the screen, and behind the curtain.

It seemed as if the Empress Dowager's spirit was about to float out from some corner at any moment.

Looking at her, Zhu Ming felt a mischievous glint in his eye.

He blinked.

A mischievous idea quietly took shape.

"Sister Miaoyun." He suddenly pointed behind Xu Miaoyun, "Grandma... is standing right behind you."

As soon as this word comes out,

Xu Miaoyun let out a "whoosh" and jumped up from the ground like a startled rabbit.

The speed was so fast, it was like stepping on a spring.

"Ah, where is it? Where is it?" she called out, spinning around in circles, but she didn't even bother to look after spinning twice.

He lunged at Zhu Ming in a flash.

But Zhu Ming is short.

At six years old, his small frame wasn't even as tall as Xu Miaoyun's chest.

She lunged forward, not wrapping her arms around his shoulders or neck, but directly embracing Zhu Ming's head.

Zhu Ming's vision went black in an instant.

Her breasts were pressed directly against his face.

Zhu Ming: "???"

He was trapped in Xu Miaoyun's arms, his face buried completely, struggling to breathe, his arms flailing wildly in the air.

"Ugh! Ugh ugh ugh!"

(Let me go, I can't see anymore)

Xu Miaoyun mistook the voice for a ghost's and hugged it even tighter, terrified: "Your Highness! Your Highness, are you alright? I...I think I heard her speaking?"

"Mmm!"

If this were any other man, it would be a privilege he could only dream of.

The beauty took the initiative to throw herself into his arms, her soft, warm fragrance touching his face.

How many men in the world dream of this?

But when it came to Zhu Ming, everything changed.

Why?

Because he is only a six-year-old child.

With his face buried in the girl's chest, he couldn't even breathe, let alone enjoy it.

All those romantic thoughts were condensed into just one sentence!

Help.

Just then, footsteps suddenly came from outside the door.

Then Empress Ma walked in.

She just went to the small kitchen to personally prepare food for the father and son.

Chongba has been so busy with the disaster relief efforts these past few days that he hasn't even had time to eat.

I finally get to go back to the palace tomorrow.

As a mother, she had to make sure the father and son had something hot to eat.

Before the food was even served...

She stepped into the palace and immediately froze.

The scene inside the hall was so chaotic that she didn't know which way to look.

On the left, Zhu Yuanzhang was soaking wet, his robe clinging to his body, and even his beard was dripping with water, as if he had been submerged in a river.

Four or five eunuchs surrounded him, some handing him towels, some wiping his hair, and some wringing out the water from his clothes, all busy running around.

On the right, Xu Miaoyun was clinging to Zhu Ming, her arms tightly wrapped around his head and her legs wrapped around his waist, like a koala.

Zhu Ming was hanging on her, his hands supporting her buttocks, stumbling and staggering around the hall like a headless fly.

"Ouch!"

"Thump!"

He bumped into a pillar again.

Empress Ma stood at the door, looking for a long time before finally finding her voice:

"...What...what happened?"

Upon seeing the girl, Zhu Yuanzhang was immediately overjoyed. Ignoring his soaking wet clothes, he waved to her, exclaiming, "Girl, come quickly! Great news!"

Seeing his disheveled appearance, with his robes soaked through, his hair plastered to his forehead, and water dripping from his beard, Empress Ma couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"What great news could make you sweat so much? Anyone who didn't know better would think you'd been drenched in rain."

She was just joking.

Unexpectedly, Zhu Yuanzhang slapped his thigh and said in a loud voice:

"You guessed right! I was just caught in the rain!"

Empress Ma: "..."

The smile on her face froze instantly.

"Did it get rained on?"

"We got soaked!" Zhu Yuanzhang puffed out his chest triumphantly. "A torrential downpour! And that brat did it himself!"

Empress Ma was even more confused: "You brat... Tomorrow? Did he send rain for you?"

"That's right!" Zhu Yuanzhang said, pointing to Zhu Ming, who was panting heavily beside him. "Ask that rascal. He threw a bracelet over our heads, and good heavens, it started raining right there! Splash—"

He mimicked the sound, gesturing with his hands: "All this water on us came from that!"

Empress Ma was truly surprised.

She opened her mouth, but couldn't close it for a long time.

"Will it... rain tomorrow?"

"Yes!" Zhu Yuanzhang's eyes shone brightly. "I saw it with my own eyes! The rain was heavier than a bucket being poured!"

"With this skill, what is there to fear even in the face of a severe drought?"

Upon hearing this, Empress Ma quickly turned to look at Zhu Ming.

Zhu Ming was standing in the middle of the hall. His little clothes were all messed up by Xu Miaoyun's earlier antics; the collar was askew and his hair was a mess.

He was tidying his clothes when he felt his mother's gaze sweep over him, and he paused.

As for Xu Miaoyun, she jumped off Zhu Ming the moment Empress Ma stepped into the palace.

Right now, she was standing straight behind Zhu Ming, unsure of what to do with her hands and feet. Her face was still flushed, and she was looking down obediently, trying her best to appear as if she hadn't done anything.

Empress Ma ignored her and looked at Zhu Ming, her tone still carrying a hint of disbelief, "Ming'er, what your father just said, is it all true? You really can bring rain?"

Zhu Ming thought his mother had come to question him, so he quickly shifted the blame, saying, "He insisted that I do it; it has nothing to do with me."