All of Zhu Cishuo's clothes were burned away when he transmigrated, making him the cleanest transmigrator in history.
Worse, while stark naked, he was carried through the streets by ghosts, drawing the attention of thousands.
It was the moment Beijing fell, and Chongzhen, the last emperor of the Ming Dynasty, hanged himself for his country.
The ghosts of the Ming emperors declared Zhu Cishuo the chosen one and forced him to reclaim his heritage and save the Ming Dynasty.
And so Zhu Cishuo became the poorest, most good-for-nothing, and unluckiest prince in Ming history...
Zhu Yuanzhang: Don't tell me it's hard. From the start, all I had was a bowl!
Zhu Di: What are you afraid of? When I started out, all I had was a single city.
Zhu Jianshen: The Qing were nothing. I almost wiped them out entirely.
Zhu Changluo: Zhu Youjian, how did you manage to destroy the Ming Dynasty? You've got all your ancestors worrying about you!
Zhu Yijun: Shut up! You were emperor for only twenty-nine days, and you still have the nerve to talk!
A whole bunch of ancestors...
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
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