Sentenced to Extermination of Ten Clans from the Start, Zhu Di Begs Me to Be His Imperial Preceptor

In the fourth year of Jianwen, the Jingnan Campaign ends, and the stubborn Fang Xiaoru is sentenced by the Yongle Emperor to the extermination of ten generations of his family.

Ren Tian is one of the tenth generation. Lying flat and waiting to die, he starts living like a couch potato in prison, where his greatest pleasure is chatting with the ever-growing number of fellow inmates.

"The Black-Clad Chancellor Yao Guangxiao? His amateurish trick for conquering the world is worthless. What does he know about the dynastic cycle?"

A bald cellmate crushes the prayer beads in his hand when he hears this.

"Zheng He made seven voyages to the Western Seas? What a shame he never completed a circumnavigation and launched China's Age of Discovery."

A beardless cellmate gazes at his newly made globe and falls into deep thought.

"Emperor Yongle, Zhu Di? Not bad at war, but terrible at civil administration. Land taxes, potatoes, the Industrial Revolution: if he'd put together that package, wouldn't becoming an emperor for the ages have been a piece of cake?"

A middle-aged cellmate springs to his feet. "Mr. Ren, please become the imperial preceptor!"

"Why has chatting with my fellow inmates driven one of you crazy? Don't mess with me. I'm just waiting to die."

"I am Zhu Di!"

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