這不是雙喜

I am Zhu Yuanzhang. My son, lost for years, has finally been found, but he seems a little… dim-witted. When he calls me “Dad,” his face breaks into a goofy grin, yet he can lift an 800‑jin bronze cauldron with one hand. He can barely read a few characters, but the blueprints he presented let Da Ming build a steam engine two hundred years ahead of its time. He speaks bluntly, yet he leaves the entire bureaucracy speechless. Until the night the Bai Lian Jiao tried to assassinate us, this simpleton stood in front of me, his twin hammers blood‑stained, shouting, “Dad, stay back, watch me beat them to death.” Only then did I realize this isn’t a foolish son… he’s the strongest guardian the heavens have bestowed upon Da Ming.