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

the next day.

As dawn broke, the thin sunlight squeezed through the cracks in the windows, cutting bright golden lines on the blue brick floor and illuminating the hall with a warm glow.

Zhu Yunwen rolled out of bed in one swift motion, feeling light and energetic, as if he could go up the mountain to fight a tiger.

That kick yesterday was so satisfying, it felt so good to the core, and I slept a hundred times better than usual last night.

He quickly washed up, changed into a clean and crisp brocade robe, straightened his clothes, and walked out.

The first thing to do today is to go to Kunning Palace.

Grandma had just been found again, so naturally I wanted to spend more time with her, making sure our bond was warm and deep.

From now on, in this Daming Palace, no matter what storms or setbacks we encounter, Grandma's words will carry more weight than anyone else's, and she will be more reliable than anyone else's backing.

Inside the Kunning Palace.

Zhu Yuanzhang sat motionless by the bed, his eyes fixed on Empress Ma, who was sleeping peacefully on the couch, not daring to even breathe loudly.

He sat there blankly for the entire night.

He was terrified that if he blinked, turned around, or wasn't careful, his girl would be gone again.

Everything that happened last night felt like a dream, and even now, he still couldn't believe it was real.

As dawn broke and morning light streamed into the inner palace, Empress Ma gently turned over and slowly opened her eyes.

"Jungpachi?"

Empress Ma looked up and saw his tired face. Her eyes widened in surprise, and she immediately realized something was wrong.

"You didn't sleep all night?"

Zhu Yuanzhang quickly forced a simple smile and nodded repeatedly.

"Go to sleep, I just woke up too."

Empress Ma immediately glared at him, her tone tinged with reproach.

"Bullshit. Your eyes are as red as a rabbit's, do you think we can't tell? Don't try to fool us."

She slowly sat up and gently patted the back of his hand.

"I've already told you I'm fine, I'm in great health, don't worry like this."

Zhu Yuanzhang, however, gripped her hand tightly, his knuckles digging in, unwilling to let go for even a moment.

"Girl, I'm just afraid... afraid that when I open my eyes, you'll be gone again."

Empress Ma felt a pang of sadness, grasped his hand tightly in return, and sighed softly:

"Fool."

"We're not leaving this time."

"Even if you try to kick us out, we're not leaving."

Zhu Yuanzhang's eyes instantly welled up with tears, his nose stung, and he nodded vigorously, his voice trembling slightly.

"Hey! Hey!"

Just then, a series of hurried yet deliberately light footsteps came from outside the hall.

A young eunuch, bowing low, rushed in and knelt at the palace gate, not daring to raise his head.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty the Empress, Prince Yunheng has arrived!"

Empress Ma's eyes suddenly lit up, and she straightened up almost immediately.

"Quick! Let our precious grandson in!"

The young eunuch quickly kowtowed and ran out to report.

Zhu Yuanzhang opened his mouth as if to say something, but ultimately swallowed it back silently.

Well, in the girl's heart, this emperor of the Ming Dynasty is probably not even worth a finger of her beloved grandson.

Before long, Zhu Yunwen followed the eunuch in and immediately saw Empress Ma sitting upright on the couch, her complexion rosy and full of energy.

A bright smile instantly bloomed on his face, and he rushed to the bedside in three quick steps.

"grandmother!"

"Grandma, how are you feeling today? Do you still feel unwell? Did you have a good appetite? Did you sleep well last night?"

Empress Ma was delighted by his series of thoughtful questions and couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Good, good, good, everything is good. With our precious grandson here, everything is perfect."

Zhu Yunwen sat down next to her, her eyes crinkling with a smile.

"That's good, that's good."

"Your grandson was worried about you all night, afraid that you might be feeling unwell in the slightest."

Empress Ma raised her hand and gently touched the top of his head.

"Our dear grandson knows how to care for people; he's much more considerate than your grandfather."

Zhu Yuanzhang stood to the side, his face as black as the bottom of a pot.

This brat hasn't given his emperor grandfather a second glance since he walked in.

He coughed deliberately.

no response.

Cough again.

Still no response.

"Ahem!"

Zhu Yunwen reluctantly turned his head and gave him a brief, indifferent glance.

"Old Deng, is your throat bothering you? If it is, call the imperial physician. What are you coughing about here for?"

Zhu Yuanzhang almost couldn't catch his breath.

"You...you see us and don't you know how to greet us properly?"

Zhu Yunwen blinked, looking completely innocent.

"I hit him."

"You hit me? When did you hit me? What did you hit me with?"

"When I came in, I glanced at you, didn't I? Wasn't that a greeting?"

Zhu Yuanzhang: "..."

Is that what you call greeting someone?

That was clearly a glare directed at him!

Just as he was about to lose his temper, Empress Ma immediately swept a cold glance over him.

"What? What do you think you're doing? You dare to act arrogantly in our palace?"

Zhu Yuanzhang immediately backed down and lost all his arrogance.

"No...nothing. I was just asking casually, just asking."

He shrank back and obediently took a step back, completely losing his imperial dignity.

Empress Ma then withdrew her gaze, took Zhu Yunwen's hand again, and softened her tone.

"My dear grandson, Grandma has something to ask you."

"Grandma, please speak freely, I will tell you everything I know."

"It's that... ability to bring people back to life."

Empress Ma looked at him, her eyes filled with curiosity and anticipation.

"How long does it take you to resurrect one person?"

Zhu Yuanzhang's ears perked up instantly, and he quickly took two steps forward, listening intently.

That's right, he thought about it all night.

To bring someone back to life is unprecedented in history.

If we could figure out the exact interval, then this world...

Zhu Yunwen scratched his head, looking completely at ease.

"Well..."

"My grandson doesn't know exactly how long we'll have to wait."

"Anyway, when the time is right, it will naturally revive; if the time isn't right, forcing it won't help."

He shrugged, looking completely indifferent.

"Just like rain falling from the sky, who can predict exactly when it will start?"

Empress Ma nodded, deeply agreeing.

"That's true. Such godlike abilities are not something that ordinary people can easily figure out."

Zhu Yuanzhang, however, was extremely anxious and couldn't help but ask:

"Where's our flag? When will it be back?"

Zhu Yunwen glanced at him sideways, his tone indifferent.

"What's the rush?"

"He will come back when it's his time."

Even if you worry yourself sick, you can't rush it.

Zhu Yuanzhang opened his mouth, wanting to say something more, but ultimately swallowed it back.

He glanced at Empress Ma, then at Zhu Yunwen who looked resolute, and finally let out a long sigh.

Fine.

As long as he can come back, that's all that matters.

Whether it's a day earlier or a day later, it's still our own standard.

He sat down to the side, his mind already racing with plans.

When Biao'er comes back, I'll make sure he doesn't have to work himself to the bone like before, I'll make sure he gets a proper rest...

Empress Ma, however, had no time to pay attention to him. She was busy holding Zhu Yunwen's hand and asking him about his childhood anecdotes.

Zhu Yunwen patiently chatted with her, making small talk and sweet talk, which made the old lady laugh continuously.