Great Ming Yongle: Even a Concubine-Born Son Can Go Wild

He transmigrated to the Great Ming as the illegitimate son of Zhang Fu, Duke of Ying, and the fool suddenly came to his senses. The power within him was unleashed beyond all control.

Writing poetry?

Easy. One poem, "Linjiang Immortal," stunned the whole court, and even Zhu Di praised my Han and Wei dynasty style.

Good at poetry but not lyrics? Listen to "If Only Life Were Like Our First Meeting."

What?

You say I'm a scholar?

Pah!

We have no grudge between us, so why are you making baseless accusations and besmirching my good name? Take a good look. A flying-fish robe and an embroidered spring saber. I'm a dreaded Imperial Guard, hated by both men and ghosts. Accuse me again and I'll let you sample the Ten Great Tortures of the Zhao Prison.

Charge the Mongol cavalry head-on? Prince of Han, are you out of your mind? That's not how you fight a war. See those more than two hundred cannons behind me? At a range of three hundred zhang, we'll start by giving them a full salvo.

Every tactical flanking maneuver comes from the fear of insufficient firepower.

I have just one principle.

Within the range of my cannons, everything is the truth!

If anyone disagrees, I'll beat them until they do.

Prince of Han, don't worry. I wasn't talking about you.

And so Zhu Di began looking at Zhang Xian with an increasingly strange expression.

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