Great Ming: Stop Sneaking Food, Old Zhu! I've Got Nothing Left

Crown Prince Zhu Biao: "Father... Look, I'm doing five hundred push-ups every day now. I'm in fantastic shape, and the consorts are swooning over me! Isn't that enough? I really can live to a hundred!"

Prince of Yan Zhu Di: "Father, stop hitting me! I really don't plan to rebel!"

Jurchen of Jianzhou: Great Emperor of Ming! You mustn't believe those rumors! We attack the Ming two hundred years later? How could we dare do that!

Minister of Revenue: "Your Majesty... Is there really such a thing as that Little Ice Age? Look... Our Ming now has enough grain reserves for three hundred years. Is... that still not enough?"

Civil and military officials: "Your Majesty! Th-This world map was also drawn by the Imperial Preceptor himself?!"

Ten years later, the Ming had become the world's dominant empire, a sun that never set, with every nation paying homage!

"Old Zhu! You really have no shame!"

Qin Feng came to his senses and roared, "You govern the country by eavesdropping on my thoughts? What kind of behavior is that?"

"I'm paid the salary of a lowly seventh-rank county magistrate, but I have to worry about the entire Ming like its Imperial Preceptor! You've squeezed me dry!"

"You shouldn't be so much like Zhu Yuanzhang!"

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