But when he was alone, he felt unmistakably that his life would not last much longer.
"Father."
A hurried cry came from behind Zhu Wushang.
A man who was almost a carbon copy of Zhu Wushang, but younger and more vibrant, strode past.
This was Zhu Wushang's fifth son, Zhu Xuanwu!
Zhu Wushang heard the sound and turned to look.
Looking at the face of his son, Zhu Xuanwu, he felt a pang of melancholy for a moment.
"Father, what's wrong?" Zhu Xuanwu wrapped Zhu Wushang in a cotton robe and asked gently.
Zhu Wushang's aged face cracked a smile. "Nothing. Old Fifth, have you ever resented me for keeping you by my side, unlike your eldest and second brothers whom I let go?"
"Not at all, not at all. I know my own abilities. I am dull-witted compared to Big Brother and the others," Zhu Xuanwu said earnestly.
Zhu Wushang smiled and didn't say much more, turning back to enter the courtyard.
