Great Ming: I Make Old Zhu Abdicate from the Start

I transmigrated.

No matter. My jade pendant will take care of it.

I poked the culprit, my jade pendant. It pretended to be dead.

I transmigrated back.

My grandfather, who held the power of life and death over me, was still the same, though I couldn't quite remember what he looked like.

My unlucky father, who died young, was still the same unlucky father, and he still died just as early.

The half-brother I couldn't stand was about to be appointed Crown Prince. Great, now I liked him even less.

My ambitious uncle was still my ambitious uncle...

Well, I'll call him Uncle to show him respect. If I don't feel like being respectful, I'll bury him.

I had no patience to start all over again. I led my hundred thousand death-sworn soldiers straight into the Fengtian Hall.

The death-sworn soldiers, who were supposed to be buried alongside me in the imperial mausoleum as part of the plan, never expected to come back to life too.

And their own emperor, so magnificent in bearing, hadn't even been made Crown Prince?

Does this emperor have two glass marbles in place of eyes?

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