I, Zhu Yunwen of the Ming Dynasty, resurrected Empress Ma at the start.

Zhu Yuanzhang sat on the edge of the bed, looking at Empress Ma, when he suddenly remembered something and turned to look at Zhu Yunwen.

"Yun-huh."

Zhu Yunwen was puzzled, but he knew that this old man taking the initiative to talk to him must not have anything good to say.

"Huh? What's wrong? What are you up to now, old man?"

Upon hearing the name "Old Deng," Zhu Yuanzhang was furious.

But there was nothing he could do! His sister was right there, protecting Yun-hu. If he dared to punish Yun-hu, his sister would be the first to object.

So he asked, "Is there any danger to your grandmother's health? After all... we've never even heard of someone coming back from the dead."

Zhu Yunwen shook his head and said bluntly.

"Don't worry, Grandma is in excellent health and has no health problems at all."

As he spoke, he looked at Empress Ma.

Empress Ma nodded and patted her arm.

"That's right, our grandson is right. I'm in excellent health, even healthier than I was ten years ago."

Zhu Yuanzhang breathed a sigh of relief.

But before he could finally breathe a sigh of relief, Empress Ma spoke again.

She looked at Zhu Yuanzhang, and her eyes suddenly reddened.

"Jupachi."

"Hey girl, what's wrong?"

"Biao'er..."

Empress Ma's voice trembled.

"How exactly did Biao'er die?"

"How old is he... he's only in his thirties..."

"He was perfectly fine when we left, how... how could he..."

She couldn't continue.

Tears streamed down my face.

Zhu Yuanzhang opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but felt as if a stone was stuck in his throat.

Biao'er...

That was the son he raised himself, the crown prince he personally mentored, and the successor on whom he placed his high hopes.

He taught him to read, to govern, and to be an emperor.

He thought he and his son could stay together for many more years.

But God wouldn't allow it.

"Girl..."

He grasped Empress Ma's hand, his voice hoarse.

"Biao'er died of illness."

"After returning from his inspection tour of Beiping, he caught a cold, and then..."

"The imperial physician said it was due to the seasonal changes, and that medicine was ineffective..."

He lowered his head, his shoulders trembling.

Empress Ma listened, and her tears flowed even more fiercely.

"Died of illness...died of illness..."

She murmured to herself, then suddenly leaned on Zhu Yuanzhang's shoulder and burst into tears.

"Our Biao'er... our Biao'er whom we raised since he was a cub..."

"He was so well-behaved and obedient when he was little, he suffered with us and finally made it through, how could he..."

Zhu Yuanzhang patted her back, his eyes reddening.

But he couldn't speak, so what could he say?

If your son is gone, he's gone.

Zhu Yunwen stood to the side, watching the two old people hug each other and cry, and felt a pang of sadness in his heart.

He walked over and tugged at Queen Ma's sleeve.

"Grandma, don't be too sad."

Empress Ma raised her head and looked at him, tears still streaming down her face.

"Yunhu..."

"Grandma, listen to what your grandson has to say."

Zhu Yunwen wiped away her tears.

"My adoptive father's death from illness wasn't the main reason."

Zhu Yuanzhang was taken aback.

"What do you mean?"

"What cheap dad? Why are you calling your father king?"

Zhu Yunwen ignored him and continued to look at Empress Ma.

"Grandma, think about it, how many years did my cheap old man act as the crown prince? More than twenty years, right?"

"For more than 20 years, he handled state affairs every day, reviewed memorials, met with ministers, and shared the burdens of this old man."

He glanced at Zhu Yuanzhang.

"He wanted to manage everything in the Ming Dynasty. He wanted to read all the memorials submitted by the Ming Dynasty. He wanted to meet with all the ministers of the Ming Dynasty."

"He's called the Crown Prince, but he's really just the Executive Vice Emperor."

"How can you not be tired?"

"If you keep working yourself to the bone, how can your health be good? If your health isn't good, won't you get sick at the slightest thing? And if you get sick, can you handle it?"

"So, dying from illness is the result, dying from overwork is the cause."

Zhu Yuanzhang opened his mouth, wanting to refute, but he didn't know where to begin.

It seems...it seems to make some sense?

Empress Ma's tears paused for a moment as she listened.

Then she suddenly turned her head and glared at Zhu Yuanzhang.

"Zhu Chongba!"

"we……"

"You make Biao'er do everything! You push everything onto Biao'er! You're working our Biao'er to death!"

Zhu Yuanzhang shrank back.

"Girl, we...we're just trying to train him..."

"Training what?! You'll die from all that training!"

Empress Ma grew angrier as she spoke, and grabbed a pillow from the side of her, ready to throw it at him.

Zhu Yunwen quickly stopped him.

"Grandma, Grandma, don't be angry, don't be angry!"

"Getting angry like this isn't good for your health. If my adoptive father knew this from beyond the grave, he'd be heartbroken."

Empress Ma, panting heavily, put down the pillow she was holding.

She looked at Zhu Yunwen, and tears welled up in her eyes again.

"Yun-hu...we miss your father..."

Zhu Yunwen felt a pang of sadness.

He took Empress Ma's hand.

"Grandma, please don't cry."

"Later, my grandson will bring his cheap old man back to life too."

As soon as he finished speaking, the room fell silent.

Empress Ma was stunned.

Zhu Yuanzhang was also stunned.

The two of them stared intently at Zhu Yunwen, their eyes glued to him.

"What...what did you say?"

Zhu Yuanzhang jumped up.

"Yun-yi, what did you say?!"

"You say you can revive Biao'er?!"

Zhu Yunwen nodded, and then said.

"Yes."

"If Grandma can be brought back to life, why can't my cheapskate dad?"

"Of course you can."

Zhu Yuanzhang's mouth was so wide open it could fit an egg.

He stared at Zhu Yunwen as if he were looking at a monster.

"real?"

"real."

"You're not lying to us?"

Why would I lie to you? What's the point? Would it be fun to lie to you?

Zhu Yuanzhang stood there, stunned, his mind buzzing.

Biao'er...

Can he come back to life? His son, Biao'er, can he come back to life?!

He suddenly grabbed Zhu Yunwen's shoulders.

"Yun-yi! Is what you said true?!"

"Tell us quickly! When can we be resurrected? How? What do we need to prepare? Do we need to offer sacrifices to the heavens? Do we need to worship the gods? Do we need to...?"

"Stop, stop, stop!"

Zhu Yunwen was so dizzy from being shaken around.

"Old Deng, stop shaking!"

"This matter requires waiting for the right opportunity; it's not something that can be resurrected at will."

"Just remember, you can be resurrected."

"As for when, it depends on the situation."

Zhu Yuanzhang released his grip and stared at him for a long while.

Then he suddenly laughed, and as he laughed, tears streamed down his face.

"well……"

"It would be good if I could be resurrected..."

"It would be good if I could be resurrected..."

He turned around and hugged Empress Ma tightly.

"Girl, did you hear that? Biao'er can come back to life!"

Empress Ma leaned on his shoulder, tears streaming down her face.

But the corners of her mouth were turned up.

She looked at Zhu Yunwen, her eyes shining.

This child...

It was a treasure bestowed upon her by God.

Zhu Yunwen stood to the side, watching the two old people cry and laugh, and felt a warm glow in his heart.

However, he doesn't want to revive his cheap old man right now; it would be more practical to revive his older brother!