Zhu Di raised his hand slightly, "Manager Park, no need to be polite!"

"Your Majesty ordered that when you come, you should go inside first. Your Majesty is busy and will be here in a moment!" As he said that, Pu Wuyong stepped aside and made way for Zhu Di to lead to Chunhe Palace.

Zhu Di was alone, walking slowly forward.

For some reason, the moment his legs crossed the threshold of Chunhe Palace, he felt a little uneasy, as if he was a little far away from home.

I don’t know why, but memories come to mind one after another.

In his early years, every time he returned to Beijing, he would come here to see the Crown Prince Zhu Biao. Every time, when he walked out of the aisle and crossed the threshold, he would see Zhu Biao standing at the palace gate with a smile on his face.

"Fourth brother is back!"

Chunhe Palace is still the same, as if it has not changed since Zhu Biao died, and every scene and thing inside is so familiar.

As soon as Zhu Di entered, the throne of the Prince of the East Palace came into view. On the bright yellow throne, the brocade cushions embroidered with dragon patterns must have been a bit old, so the dragon patterns on it did not look so majestic and domineering.

Before, when I met him, Zhu Biao would sit there and talk to him.

A long time ago, he could act like a good brother and listen respectfully. But later, gradually, when he looked at Zhu Biao there, he had some different emotions in his heart. Why was he sitting there?

not me.

That chair, what does it feel like to sit on it?

When I heard about the death of Prince Zhu Biao, I was probably more happy than sad at that time, right?

Suddenly, Zhu Di shook his head hard to get rid of these emotions.

This chair was obviously very close to him, but yet it was so far away.

Moreover, now that he was facing this chair, his heart was beating very fast. It was not the same speed that was caused by longing before, but it was as fast as heart palpitations.

He walked forward slowly and passed through the front hall.

As soon as I entered the back hall, I suddenly felt eyes on my spine.

Stop slowly and turn around.

For a moment, Zhu Di's eyes widened.

"Brother!"

There seemed to be a familiar shadow sitting on the throne, looking at him with a smile.

That smile was full of generosity, but also a little distant, and vaguely proud and proud.

Zhu Di rubbed his eyes hard, shook his head violently, and the shadow in front of him disappeared again.

He looked out the window at the bright sunshine, and then at the old-looking throne.

Just now, it was his hallucination.

But in that moment of hallucination, the smile on Zhu Biao's face made his heart feel uncomfortable.

That smile seemed to say, "Fourth brother, you will never get this chair. I was the one who sat on it before, then my son, and in the future he will be my grandson. You will never be able to sit on it, not even

I can’t even think about it anymore!”

For a time, a kind of powerlessness began to spread in Zhu Di's heart.

He continued walking forward and sat down at a tea table.

"What's wrong with me, just because I'm not the old lady's biological child?"

"Over the years, I have worked hard to prove myself!"

"I am the best among the princes. I have the most military exploits, and the people under my rule are the happiest! I am not arrogant and extravagant, I am not greedy for enjoyment, and I do not accept concubines."

"I have not fallen into disgrace with the Zhu family, I am praised by the world!"

"While the second and third sons were enjoying themselves in the countryside, I was killing the Tatars in Mobei!"

"While other vassals were prosperous and wealthy, I went deep into Monan alone!"

"Others have red sleeves, but I only have a murderous sword in my hand!"

"I........"

"Now that you are gone, your son is still pressing me down like a mountain!"

"Why? Why?"

Suddenly, there were slight footsteps outside.

Zhu Di quickly concentrated and wiped his eyes fiercely.
Chapter completed!