Great Ming: You Were Sent to Govern a Fief, So Why Are You on the Throne?

I woke up in a brothel, only to discover I’d become Zhu Gang, Zhu Yuanzhang’s third son, who died young and suddenly. Now that I’m a prince, can’t I at least live a little longer? At the crucial moment, a chime rang! From then on, I changed my fate and lived to a ripe old age… What? You want me to provoke Zhu Yuanzhang? And the angrier I make him, the better? You might as well just kill me. What? You’re giving me firearm blueprints and an invulnerable body? Ahem… Well, I have an announcement. Old Zhu, your eldest son is dead, and your grandson was killed by your fourth son, too. … Many years later, Zhu Gang looked at his smiling eldest brother, Zhu Biao, and fourth brother, Zhu Di, and nearly burst into tears. I never should have used those two to provoke Old Zhu. Zhu Biao: Third Brother, my dear brother, you can’t leave the capital. If you go, I’ll be all alone as emperor. Zhu Di: Third Brother, hurry up and send your own little brother a few tons of cannonballs. Let’s give that island nation a thorough going-over! Zhu Yuanzhang: You little rascal, what are you standing around for? Get back and take the throne! (A new book from an old author. It starts a little slowly, but the quality is guaranteed. Please give it your support!)