My hotel is full of emperors throughout history.

Zhu Di pondered for a moment, straightened his robes, and walked up to Zhu Yuanzhang.

He stopped, clasped his hands, and bowed—

"Dad, Happy New Year. Your son wishes you a Happy New Year."

Zhu Yuanzhang was eating melon seeds and watching the commotion when he heard this. He nodded and casually hummed in agreement.

Zhu Di did not move.

He maintained the cupped-hands posture and waited for two breaths.

Zhu Yuanzhang cracked open another melon seed, looked up at him, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Zhu Di: ...

He straightened up, remained silent for a moment, and then bowed again with his hands clasped in front of him.

"Dad, Happy New Year. Your son wishes you a Happy New Year."

This time, Zhu Yuanzhang didn't even bother with an "um," he just nodded and his gaze drifted toward the rhinoceros over there.

Zhu Di straightened up and fell silent again.

He glanced at Empress Ma beside him, then at Zhu Yuanzhang, took a deep breath, and bowed for the third time.

"Dad, Happy New Year. Your son wishes you a Happy New Year."

Zhu Yuanzhang finally turned his gaze away from the dumplings and looked directly at Zhu Di.

He stared at Zhu Di for two breaths.

Zhu Di remained bowed, motionless.

Zhu Yuanzhang suddenly spoke.

"Are you ever going to shut up, you son of a bitch?"

This shout drew the attention of everyone around.

Liu Che's hand holding the teacup froze in mid-air. Ying Zheng glanced over expressionlessly, while Li Shimin's lips twitched slightly, clearly suppressing a laugh.

Zhu Di straightened up, with an expression that seemed perfectly natural.

"Dad, shouldn't you give me a red envelope?"

Zhu Yuanzhang's eyes widened.

"Give you a red envelope?!"

He stood up abruptly and pointed at Zhu Di's nose.

"You're almost as old as us! You want us to give you a red envelope? Are you our son or our brother?!"

Zhu Gaoxu couldn't help but burst out laughing, then quickly covered his mouth.

Zhu Di remained unfazed.

"No matter how old a son is, he is still a son. Giving him a red envelope during the Lunar New Year is only natural."

Zhu Yuanzhang was speechless after hearing this.

He opened his mouth, but couldn't find any words to refute it.

Empress Ma laughed so hard she slapped her thigh.

"Zhongba, they're right! No matter how old he is, he's still your son!"

Zhu Yuanzhang glared at her: "Why are you joining in this, little sister!"

He then looked at Zhu Di and saw that the other man had an expression that said, "Your son is waiting for your red envelope," which made him furious.

"Go to hell! Get out of here! You want a red envelope? No money! You want my life... I don't even want your life!"

Zhu Di was waiting for this very sentence.

He immediately turned around, took a few steps to Empress Ma, lifted his robe, and knelt down properly.

"Mother, your son wishes you a Happy New Year!"

Empress Ma smiled broadly and pulled him up.

"Alright, alright! Get up, get up!"

She took out a red envelope that she had prepared beforehand from her sleeve and stuffed it into Zhu Di's hand.

"Here, your mother prepared this for you."

Zhu Di accepted the red envelope, his eyebrows slightly raised, and a smile finally appeared on his lips.

"Thank you, Mother."

He stepped aside and carefully tucked the red envelope into his pocket.

Zhu Yuanzhang watched from the side, his face turning dark.

"Girl! You actually gave it to me?!"

Empress Ma glanced at him: "I'm giving my son a red envelope, so what?"

Zhu Yuanzhang: "How old is he?!"

Empress Ma: "No matter how old he is, he's still my son. Do you have a problem with that?"

Zhu Yuanzhang: "..."

He had no objection.

He just felt that the mother and daughter were conspiring to swindle him.

Beside him, Zhu Gaoxu's eyes darted around.

He glanced at the red envelope in Zhu Di's hand, then at Empress Ma's bulging cuffs, then at Zhu Yuanzhang's dark face, and finally his gaze settled on Zhu Di.

He leaned closer, winked, and whispered, "Dad, can I wish you a Happy New Year too?"

Zhu Di was looking down at the red envelope when he heard this, so he looked up and glanced at him.

Zhu Gaoxu immediately stood up straight, clasped his hands in a respectful bow, and said in a very proper manner, "Father, Happy New Year! Your son wishes you a Happy New Year!"

Zhu Di grunted and nodded.

"it is good."

And then nothing more happened.

Zhu Gaoxu remained bowed and waited for two breaths.

There was no movement.

He waited two more breaths.

Still nothing.

He quietly looked up and met Zhu Di's eyes, which seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

"Father," Zhu Gaoxu tentatively began, "um...where's my red envelope?"

Zhu Di looked at him and slowly said, "A red envelope?"

Zhu Gaoxu nodded repeatedly.

Zhu Di chuckled.

That laughter carried a meaning that Zhu Gaoxu was all too familiar with—his father always laughed like that before he got into trouble.

"Do you still want a red envelope?"

Zhu Gaoxu felt a chill run down his spine for no apparent reason.

He straightened up awkwardly and chuckled dryly, "Well... my son just asked casually, just casually..."

Zhu Di withdrew his gaze and continued to look at the red envelope in his hand, his tone indifferent.

"How old are you? You still want a red envelope?"

Zhu Gaoxu: ...

Why does this sound so familiar?

He subconsciously looked at Zhu Yuanzhang.

Zhu Yuanzhang was eating melon seeds, looking at him with a gloating expression.

Zhu Gaoxu suddenly understood.

This is damn karma!

Liu Ju was laughing so hard he was slapping his thigh, and Huo Qubing stopped pretending and laughed so hard he was doubled over.

Zhu Gaosui went even further, squatting on the ground clutching his stomach, his shoulders trembling.

Zhu Gaoxu glared at them, then looked at his father.

Zhu Di had already put away the red envelope. He walked leisurely to the table, sat down, and started cracking melon seeds.

Zhu Gaoxu leaned closer and whispered, "Dad, didn't you just get a red envelope from Grandma? Can you share one with your son?"

Zhu Di chewed on his dumplings without looking up.

"roll."

Zhu Gaoxu: "..."

He turned to look at Empress Ma, his eyes filled with anticipation.

Empress Ma smiled and took out another red envelope from her sleeve, waving at him.

Zhu Gaoxu's eyes lit up, and he ran over excitedly.

"grandmother!"

Empress Ma handed him the red envelope and patted his hand: "Here, from your grandmother."

Zhu Gaoxu held the red envelope, his smile wide and his eyes almost closed: "Thank you, Grandma! Grandma is the best!"

When Zhu Gaosui saw that Zhu Gaoxu had also received a red envelope, he immediately became unhappy and slid down to kneel before Empress Ma.

"Grandma, Happy Chinese New Year!"

"Okay, okay!"

Empress Ma smiled and took out a red envelope.

Zhu Yuanzhang, who was standing nearby, saw this and shouted again, "Sister! Why are you giving it back?! How old are they?!"

"I'd like to."

Empress Ma didn't even turn her head.

Zhu Yuanzhang: ...

He decided to keep quiet.

If we keep talking like this, we won't be able to celebrate the New Year.

That was all his money!

Oh shit!

I'll give the fourth brother a good beating when I get back!

It just so happens that the fourth brother is in Yingtian!

"Get ready, dinner's ready!"