Great Ming: The Eight-Year-Old Imperial Grandson Fulfills My Farming Dream

(No System, slow-burn story.) What can a low-ranking wandering Daoist hope to do in ancient times? “Your master isn’t all that capable, but he can help you fulfill the wish you’ve held onto all this time.” Whenever he remembered his master Qingyuan’s words before he died, tears would soak his robes. Furong could only steel himself before Qingyuan’s coffin and make a solemn vow: “In this vast Ming realm, where I have no family or friends, I have only three wishes.” “First, may the Taoist temple endure. Second, may I live in peace, working the fields. Third, may I keep to myself and do no harm.” But the price of every gift had long since been set in secret. In the end, no one gets to choose how life unfolds.