My hotel is full of emperors throughout history.

Zhu Biao also raised his bottle and clinked it against Chen Mo's, then raised his bottle and drank.

If someone in the Ming Dynasty saw him like this, they would probably criticize him for being careless.

But this is not the Ming Dynasty.

Here, he wasn't the crown prince; he was just an ordinary guest.

Especially now, lying on a bamboo chair, enjoying the breeze, drinking wine, and chatting.

That taste was something I had never experienced before.

How can I describe this feeling?

Very relaxing and comfortable!

Zhu Biao exhaled a breath of stale air, and his whole body relaxed instantly.

Seeing this, Chen Mo smiled slightly and started complaining again.

"But your dad is really amazing, he's so old but still has so much energy."

"Especially after the abolition of the prime minister, the problems became even more outrageous."

"I get up earlier than the chickens and go to bed later than the dogs every day, and I practically work all year round."

"A normal person would probably have died from overwork by now, but not only did he not die, he even found time to have a child!"

"Some emperors even had to worry about having offspring, but your father didn't."

"They can even have more children when they're quite old."

"Your husband's energy is truly extraordinary!"

Zhu Biao's lips twitched, but thinking about his father's superhuman workload, he couldn't help but smile helplessly.

Chen Mo pondered for a moment, a hint of emotion flashing across his face.

"But all joking aside, don't let my previous confrontation with your dad fool you."

"To be honest, I really admire your father from the bottom of my heart."

"Admire my dad?"

Zhu Biao was slightly taken aback.

"Think about it! Throughout history, almost all emperors were either generals, nobles, or powerful ministers..."

"Your father really did start from scratch, climbing from the very bottom of society to the throne."

"From a cowherd, a beggar, and a monk who couldn't even afford to eat, he single-handedly built this vast empire."

"Don't even mention anything else, you wouldn't dare write something like this in a novel!"

"Other novels start with the protagonist being born into a noble or general's family, but your father starts with just a bowl and rises from beggar to emperor. Anyone who dares to write like that would be torn to shreds by criticism!"

Chen Mo looked at Zhu Biao, his gaze deep.

"But this is exactly what actually happened!"

"Putting everything else aside, just this achievement of expelling the Tartars and restoring China is something no one can criticize."

"Without him, who knows how much longer the Yuan Dynasty would have ruled China. For that reason alone, the title 'Hongwu Emperor' is well-deserved!"

Zhu Biao murmured to himself.

"The Hongwu Emperor...?"

After a long while, he stopped feeling melancholy and raised the wine bottle.

"Alright! Enough talk, let's get back to work!"

……

"You bastard! How dare you spread such rumors about us!"

Just as Zhu Biao and Chen Mo were drinking and chatting downstairs, a figure was cursing angrily upstairs—it was Zhu Yuanzhang, who was also awake.

He was lying in bed, thinking about what Chen Mo had said that morning and how to achieve that terrifying level of productivity in modern times.

Then they heard a slight noise coming from the next room.

Since he couldn't fall asleep in bed anyway, he simply got out of bed and opened the door, just in time to see Zhu Biao's back as he tiptoed downstairs.

"It's so late, why isn't Biao'er asleep? What are you doing down there?"

With these questions in mind, Zhu Yuanzhang sat in the shadows on the second floor, where he could overhear the conversation downstairs.

At first, when he heard Chen Mo complaining about the pressure of life and the difficulty of getting married in later generations, he just thought the kid was talking nonsense. But when he heard about the aging population and the large number of people, he thought...

His brows furrowed again.

Especially when Chen Mo casually uttered the number "1.4 billion".

Even Zhu Yuanzhang, whose body was hidden in the shadows, suddenly shuddered, gasped, and had to grip the railing tightly to steady himself.

"If all those people were given to my Great Ming, would my Great Ming still need to worry about the Tatars?"

Zhu Yuanzhang muttered to himself.

But when he thought about how many people there were, he realized that even the entire Ming Dynasty couldn't support them all, so he simply abandoned the idea.

That makes sense, given the significant difference in productivity.

Once the Ming Dynasty's productivity increases, the population will certainly not be small!

So Zhu Yuanzhang focused his attention on eavesdropping on the conversation between the two people below.

Upon hearing Chen Mo say, "What are you standing there for! Quickly tie him up and send him to the new emperor!"

Zhu Yuanzhang couldn't help but curse angrily.

"That little brat... he really has no self-control! He dares to spout out all sorts of nonsense! And he's even making fun of us and Biao'er... he has absolutely no respect for his elders!"

It's a pity it wasn't the Ming Dynasty, otherwise he would definitely have cursed Chen Mo's entire family.

A physical greeting.

After hearing Zhu Biao recount his troubles, Zhu Yuanzhang sighed again, a deep sigh.

It seems he was indeed too harsh on Biao'er!

No wonder...

Zhu Yuanzhang shook his head, putting aside his thoughts.

Later, no matter what, we'll make that brat take Biao to that hospital for a checkup!

What if that kid makes a mistake?

He only has one mark!

Let's hope it doesn't end up like it did in history, or he'll have nowhere to turn to cry!

Zhu Yuanzhang made up his mind and began to concentrate on eavesdropping again.

And so, he heard Chen Mo complaining about him.

"Your dad has amazing energy! He gets up earlier than the chickens and goes to bed later than the dogs, and he still has the energy to have kids..."

"You bastard."

Zhu Yuanzhang cursed again.

Immediately afterwards, he heard what Chen Mo said next.

"But all joking aside, don't let my previous confrontation with your dad fool you."

"To be honest, I really admire your father from the bottom of my heart."

……

"From beggar to emperor, there's only one like him in history..."

"If we can expel the Tartars and restore the glory of China, then no one can criticize us."

"Without him, who knows how much longer the Yuan Dynasty would have ruled China. For that reason alone, the title 'Hongwu Emperor' is well-deserved!"

"Hmph, this kid... his judgment isn't as bad as we thought!"

Zhu Yuanzhang snorted, the corners of his mouth turning up in a smirk.

He thought about what Chen Mo had done before and muttered to himself.

"Alright, alright! Considering this kid said a few sensible things, let's... not bother with him for now!"

After saying this, Zhu Yuanzhang turned around and went back to his room.

Her steps were no longer as angry as before; instead, she walked more lightly and closed the door with much gentler movements.

But the sound of the door closing still attracted the attention of the people downstairs.

What was that sound?

Zhu Biao looked up at the second floor.

"It's nothing, the wind probably blew the door shut."

Chen Mo glanced at the second floor, took a sip of beer without paying any attention, and continued to explain the science to Zhu Biao.

Inside the room on the second floor, faint sounds of laughter and conversation could be heard coming from downstairs.

This time, however, Zhu Yuanzhang simply turned over, mumbled something like "Those two lads can talk quite a bit," and closed his eyes. A faint smile seemed to linger on his lips.