Indeed, he had an elated expression, a face filled with joy.
Overwhelmed with happiness, he was on the verge of tears.
Whether Zhu Qiyou was genuinely happy, the old eunuch knew, as did Fox Er. Not to mention Zhu Bangchun, a father knows his son best after all.
The elderly emperor was quite helpless. Initially choosing Zhu Qiyou as his successor was precisely because the young man was dutiful and valued family more than his other sons.
Since taking the throne, Zhu Qiyou had never disappointed him. Though often indulging in hobbies, his diligence in governing was noteworthy. He caused neither great achievement nor great mishap. Barely, he could be considered a preservationist monarch.
It was just painting. A hobby with a touch of leisure and refinement was hard to come by for an emperor. It was far better than debauchery.
There was a slight problem, though. When it came to Zhu Qilan, he was rash, impulsive, and easily irritated.
When did that become a problem?
