Great Ming: From the Start, Zhu Di Asked Me to Lead the Northern Campaign

Zhu Zhanjun, heir to the Prince of Zhao, was often ill as a child. After Yao Guangxiao divined his fortune, Zhu Di sent him to be raised among commoners to ward off disaster...

Ten years later, a young man returned, sending the capital into an uproar.

"Not enough troops? Do we really need hundreds of thousands to fight those Tatars? Fifty thousand will do!"

"Not enough grain? Hey, you should've said so sooner!"

"Well, grandson, why don't you lead the Northern Campaign in person for me?"

Zhu Zhanji watches his country cousin from the countryside grow more favored by the day, and it makes his teeth ache with envy.

"I'm the imperial grandson. You dare oppose me?"

"Imperial grandson? I'll call you that if I feel like giving you face. If I don't, I'll bury you and your grandfather together!"

Zhu Gaoxu: "I'm not afraid of the Crown Prince. Why would I be afraid of a kid raised in the countryside?"

"Nephew, you be the commander-in-chief. Your second uncle will lead your horse for you!"

Zhu Zhanjun casually draws a few circles around the Ming Empire on the map.

"Those who offend our Ming..."

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