Great Ming: The Last Imperial Heir, Zhu Yuanzhang Begs Me to Ascend the Throne

Zhu Xiongying unexpectedly transmigrated into the body of a country boy. He met Zhu Yuanzhang, who had taken the alias Old Zhu while coming to the mountains to clear his mind. The two became friends despite their age difference, and Zhu Yuanzhang grew very fond of the village lad.

He even treated him like his own grandson.

Old Zhu sighed. "Alas, brat, if only you really were my grandson. Then I'd give you all my vast holdings."

Zhu Xiongying joked, "Come on, Old Zhu, don't try to take advantage of me!"

"I have a name, too."

"Besides, I share a name with Zhu Biao's eldest son, the Crown Prince. Who knows, maybe I've got a bit of royal blood. Going by the tropes in those bloodline-reveal novels, I might even be a lost royal heir. You're just a little landlord. You think you can claim me as your grandson?"

Hearing those words,

Zhu Yuanzhang, who had been sighing just a moment ago, reddened around the eyes. His fingers trembled as he blurted out, "Xiongying, my dear grandson, is it really you?"

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.