Great Ming: Am I Really a Boastful Scholar?

Zhu Gaosui woke up one day as the third son of the Yongle Emperor, known to later generations as the Arrogant Recluse.

Thinking of the formidable Zhu Laosi he was about to face, Zhu Gaochi, frail and sickly but deeply calculating, Zhu Gaoxu, fierce and domineering, and the beloved grandson Zhu Zhanji, who was skilled with fire and fond of crickets, with three dragons and two pythons sharing the court,

Zhu Gaosui resolved to be nothing more than a wastrel prince. Who could have known...

"What? You want me to oversee the country? Old man, do you think I'm too comfortable?"

"Eldest brother, if you don't lose all that weight, you'll be emperor for ten months at most."

"Damn it, don't eat clay-pot roast chicken anymore. That stuff is bad for you."

"Nephew, you're so arrogant! You dare to play with crickets? I'll break your legs!"

"I think even useless people can be put to work. How about sending the vassal princes overseas to expand our territory?"

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.