Great Ming: I Really Don't Want to Be the Imperial Preceptor!

Xiao Zhi transmigrates to the twenty-fifth year of Hongwu, falling from the sky into a Taoist temple in Yingtian Prefecture.

Who could have known that Zhu Yuanzhang was secretly visiting in disguise? As the two grow acquainted, Old Zhu's whole outlook is completely shattered!

"Hongwu Emperor will definitely make Zhu Yunwen the Crown Prince. I'm telling you!"

"What's wrong with that?"

"He's just not up to the job, you know? Can he really be emperor? The Prince of Yan will rebel!"

Old Zhu: ...So the Prince of Yan taking the throne will let the Ming Dynasty last forever?

Xiao Zhi: What are you talking about? The Ming Dynasty is doomed. It'll last another 250 years, tops. I'm telling you!

Old Zhu: Then what do you mean by that Oirat exchange student?

Xiao Zhi: Your great-great-grandson, Old Zhu, will wipe out his own elite forces in a single battle and get captured by the Oirats. Smiles.

Old Zhu is completely broken.

Only after Xiao Zhi lays out, one by one, all the ways to save the Ming Dynasty...

Old Zhu: You're going to be our Imperial Preceptor, boy! I said so!

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