Zhu Di, the Great Ming's Ancestral Witch

Chapter One: The True Lineage of Pangu

Jinling, the ancient capital of six dynasties. A gentle breeze swept across the city walls, lifting a few flakes of mottled plaster and exposing several marks left by blades and axes. The peaceful scene took on a heavier sense of history.

No one wanted to bring up the bloody, perilous days hidden behind those fallen flakes of plaster.

Time had passed, and it seemed people had forgotten.

The graceful dances of the courtesans, the lingering songs of the singers, and their heavy perfumes all dressed up the Ming Dynasty's prosperity. But people seemed to forget that these women had once been respectable daughters of good families, even the daughters of meritorious officials. Now, they were nothing more than playthings for their patrons, official prostitutes of the Jiaofang Office.

They say women are made of water, and nowhere was this more evident than along the Qinhuai River.

The fourth son of the Hongwu Emperor was standing on the banks of the Qinhuai River in Jinling.

Yesterday, a chance bolt of lightning struck...

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