Great Ming: The Truth Is Out, My Men Are All Earthly Immortals

What matters most when you’re emperor? Zhu Houzhao has the answer: slacking off. Memorials? Cao Zhengchun can handle them. The martial world? Zhu Wushi can manage it. Waging war? Chen Lie can take care of that. All he has to do is sign in once a month, then lounge in the imperial garden, eating fruit, admiring beauties, and listening to music. Until one day, a band of martial artists storms the palace to “purge the emperor’s evil advisors.” Zhu Houzhao sighs and pulls a rusty iron sword from under his cushion. “I was going to treat you as an ordinary, foolish emperor,” he says, casually swinging the sword and sending sword energy surging three thousand miles. “But all I got in return was an assassination attempt. Fine, I’ll drop the act. I’m an Earthly Immortal. There, I’ve said it.” This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.