Faced with this question from senior sister Xu Miaoyun, Yang Xuan didn't know how to answer it for a while.
He was stunned for a moment, feeling a little bitter in his heart.
Then he said: "An Qing and I don't plan to have children."
Um?
Xu Miaoyun didn't expect such an answer.
Immediately he seemed to think of something, and looked at Yang Xuan with sympathy.
Yang Xuan was a little uncomfortable when he was seen, so he quickly changed the subject.
It wasn't just once or twice that he was born, and he already had a way to deal with it.
Xu Miaoyun didn't say anything more when she saw this. After all, this was a family matter between Yang Xuan and the princess.
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After staying in Peking for almost half a month, Zhu Biao and Yang Xuan separated from Zhu Di's family and set off back to Beijing.
This tour took about half a year and arrived in the capital in early December.
Without a few days of rest, Zhu Biao threw himself into the busy government affairs.
Yang Xuan was worried that Zhu Biao was exhausted, so he took the initiative to help.
However, due to the increasing conflicts between Lao Zhu and the civil service group, most government affairs could only be handled by him and Zhu Biao. Zhu Biao was caught in the middle, not only physically but also mentally exhausted.
In March of the 25th year of Hongwu, Zhu Ping, who had been imprisoned in the capital for several months, finally returned to his fiefdom.
Perhaps because he didn't want to let down the fruits of Zhu Biao's labor, Zhu Fang restrained himself a lot from the people in the fief.
But he became even more aggressive towards the palace attendants, and many of them were tortured to death by him.
This also paved the way for his subsequent death.
In April, under dual physical and mental pressure, Zhu Biao fell ill.
Seeing Zhu Biao still working despite being ill, Yang Xuan persuaded him time and time again to take a rest.
"Your Highness, you really need to rest."
"If this continues, my body will not be able to hold on."
"Yang Xuan, you don't have to say anything anymore, I know my body."
"It's okay." Zhu Biao shook his head and continued to review the papers in his hand.
"Your Highness!" Yang Xuan was worried and anxious.
He had no choice but to snatch the fold away from Zhu Biao's hand.
"What are you doing?" Zhu Biao stared at Yang Xuan.
"Your Highness, take a rest!" Yang Xuan said. He was really worried about Zhu Biao. Since returning to Beijing, Zhu Biao had not had much rest. He was busy until late at night every day and his body was getting thinner.
Yang Xuan saw all this.
"State affairs cannot be delayed." Zhu Shou said firmly.
"Your Highness, why don't you listen? Your body is like this now."
Yang Xuan was worried, why didn't his uncle cherish his body at all?
Seeing Yang Xuan's anxious look, Zhu Biao felt warm in his heart. He softened his tone and said, "Yang Xuan, I know you are doing it for my own good."
"But state affairs really cannot be delayed."
"It's not like you don't understand the current situation. Many government affairs can only be handled by me."
In recent years, Lao Zhu has become more and more murderous.
The officials in the court changed one after another, and there were vacancies in various departments.
Under such circumstances, how could Zhu Biao dare to rest!
"Yang Xuan, I understand my body."
"But you remember, compared with my body, the country is the most important."
"If you want to continue helping me, then stop saying these things."
The conversation has come to this point, what else can Yang Xuan do.
He could only sigh in his heart and silently assist Zhu Biao in handling government affairs.
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In June, Zhu Biao's body could no longer hold on.
After falling down this time, he didn't wake up again.
Yang Xuan felt very sad, but the person who felt even worse than him was Lao Zhu.
When he saw Lao Zhu again, he found that the old man's straight back was bent down.
The white hair on his head and the empty eyes all showed how much Zhu Biao's departure had affected him.
The son he has cultivated for decades, the son he has placed all his hopes on.
He just left like that.
The most painful thing since ancient times is when a white-haired person gives away a black-haired person. Ten years ago, he gave away his eldest grandson, and now, he gave away his eldest son.
In front of the mourning hall.
Lao Zhu just sat there blankly, saying nothing.
Officials came to worship one after another, and he seemed not to see them.
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In August, Zhu Biao was buried in Zhongshan, located on the east side of Xiaoling Tomb.
It is known as Dongling Tomb of Ming Dynasty in history.
His posthumous title is "Prince Yiwen".
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In the past two months, Yang Xuan had been in a state of confusion and his mental state was not good.
I often sit in the yard all day long.
Anqing saw it in his eyes and felt pain in his heart.
On this day, Lao Zhu sent someone to summon Yang Xuan to the palace.
Anqing took the officials who delivered the decree to find Yang Xuan who was in a daze.
The official who delivered the order had also met Yang Xuan.
Once upon a time, Yang Xuan looked so high-spirited when standing next to Zhu Biao, but now, he feels so decadent.
"Mr. Marquis, Your Majesty has issued a decree to inform you that Yang Xuan, the Marquis of Changping, has come to the palace to pay an audience."
Yang Xuan didn't respond, he was still in a daze.
An Qing on the side was a little anxious.
She stepped forward and shook Yang Xuan, which brought him back to his senses.
"What's wrong?" Yang Xuan looked at An Qing and asked blankly.
"My father has asked you to come to the palace for an audience!" An Qing explained.
"oh!"
Yang Xuan stood up and was about to leave.
"Clothes, are you going to see your father like this?"
An Qing said quickly.
Yang Xuan looked down and saw that he was only wearing ordinary clothes worn at home.
Naturally, you can't meet Lao Zhu wearing such clothes.
So the waiter in Anqing put on his official uniform and went to the palace together with the officials who delivered the order.
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Wuying Palace.
Lao Zhu is handling state affairs.
Prince Zhu Biao left. He was in pain and sad, but he knew that he could not fall.
This huge empire still needs him to support it.
"Your Majesty, Yang Xuan, see you!"
"Yang Xuan, you're here!" Lao Zhu heard the voice, put down the book in his hand, and looked forward.
He squinted his eyes slightly before seeing the person clearly.
He is old and his eyesight has deteriorated.
"You haven't gone out during this time?" Lao Zhu asked.
"I don't have that intention!" Yang Xuan said truthfully.
"Sit there and chat with us." Lao Zhu pointed to the chair beside him and said.
"Thank you, Your Majesty!" Yang Xuan saluted and thanked him, and sat down.
Lao Zhu didn't say anything, he just looked quietly at Yang Xuan who was sitting there in a daze.
The scene where Yang Xuan followed Zhu Biao in the past came to mind.
It seemed that Biao'er's departure was a big blow to him... Lao Zhu sighed inwardly.
I called him here today because I wanted to hear his views on opposing the crown prince, but looking at his state, it was obviously not possible.
Lao Zhu is also having a hard time now. He is already old and has only a few years left to live.
Prince Zhu Biao left, leaving the position of crown prince vacant.
Now, there are too many people staring at this position.
Lao Zhu didn't want to ask other people, because they more or less had their own intentions.
After chatting casually with Yang Xuan for a few words, Lao Zhu finally said: "Yang Xuan, you can't be like this now. You should cheer up quickly."
"We still have something to give you!"
"Three days, we will give you three days at most."
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