My Home Has Become a Logistics Hub for the Yongle Emperor’s Family

Zhu Wuneng, who runs a photography studio in Hengdian, cooked himself a bowl of instant noodles with tomato, egg, and greens. To his surprise, the aroma drew Zhu Zhanji, a Ming prince from more than 600 years ago. Zhu Zhanji's bedchamber from 600 years ago was connected to Zhu Wuneng's room. Zhu Zhanji had a transmigration door. Then Yao Guangxiao, the monk-robed chancellor, followed Zhu Zhanji to Hengdian. The Crown Prince, Zhu Gaochi, came, and then Zhu Di... Zhu Wuneng and Zhu Gaochi went into business together. Zhu Wuneng went from a small-time boss worrying every day about rent and payroll to a leading figure who bought a villa for the studio and helped his whole family prosper. Since they all had the surname Zhu and were one family centuries ago, and since the Ming emperors “guarded the country's gates in life and died for the realm,” most of them starting with Zhu Di had short lives. Not knowing whether there was some conspiracy behind it, Zhu Wuneng decided to help Zhu Di's family defy fate... Empress Xu was saved. Zhu Di got electric lights and learned to drive a three-wheeled vehicle. Zhu Wuneng even gave him a Mercedes-Maybach S-Class Haute Voiture. Cement, glass, and steel factories sprang up. Special forces were established, the Divine Machine Battalion was upgraded, and radios, cars, and drones came into use... Zhu Wuneng: Uncle, do you need silver? Japan has plenty of silver mines. Zhu Di: Nephew, really? Zhu Zhanji: Grandfather, I want a silver mine. Zhu Gaochi: Father, your son will secure provisions and military funds for you. Zhu Gaoxu: Your son is willing to lead the vanguard. Zhu Gaosui: Your son is willing too. Zhu Zhanhe: Grandfather, I'll be a military doctor. Zhu Di: Good, good, good.