In the eighth year of the Jingtai era, Zhu Ji is eating and chatting with the uncle who once saved his life.
“Back then, I barely managed to crawl out of my coffin! There were all these people around me, each one tall and imposing, armed and armored!”
“I was only five years old. Even if I'd committed some terrible crime, there was no need to scare me like that, was there?”
The uncle suddenly freezes. His eyes turn red and his hands tremble as he asks excitedly, “Do you want to be emperor?”
Zhu Ji says, “Come on, Uncle, have some edamame! If you'd eaten even one bite, you wouldn't be this drunk!”
The uncle says, “If you want it, I can make you emperor!”
Zhu Ji laughs. “If you want to be emperor, first you have to take out the God of War of Great Ming.”
“The God of War of Great Ming?”
“Emperor Yingzong of Ming.”
“...You want to kill your own uncle? That doesn't seem right.”
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