A comedy with a protagonist who steamrolls the world
Zhu Xiongying, the eldest legitimate grandson of the Ming dynasty and eldest son of Zhu Biao, has the most impeccable royal bloodline and is the rightful heir to the Ming throne.
But what if Zhu Xiongying hadn't died?
The Ming dynasty's regrets? They would all disappear.
Ease comes from following the Way; the Way follows nature...
Wherever the sun and moon shine and rivers and mountains extend, all belong to the Ming...
In the fifteenth year of Hongwu, Zhu Yuanzhang slowly woke among piles of memorials in Zhengzheng Hall.
Zhu Yuanzhang: Wang, my trusted eunuch, what year and month is it?
Wang Sili: Your Majesty, it's the beginning of the fifth month of the fifteenth year of Hongwu.
It was as if an ominous Ming Dynasty tune began playing in Zhu Yuanzhang's mind...
Zhu Yuanzhang: Oh no, my eldest grandson...
Many years later
Zhu Yuanzhang: You said the Way follows nature. Grandson, why are you pulling out a gun?
Zhu Xiongying: Marksmanship is a kind of Way too.
It's all a bit confusing. First he talked about time travel and then he said he saw Lao Zhu reborn.
If you don't have such a big hand, don't write in such a big format. You can't understand it.
What are you writing about?