Great Ming: How Did Becoming the Prince of Han Come with a System?

In the seventh year of Yongle, I climbed down from the prison cart. My father, Zhu Di, loved me, but had no choice but to make my eldest brother Crown Prince. Whether for the sake of his own standing or to give his ministers an answer, he had no other option!

What am I, Zhu Gao Xu? A target for psychological manipulation? But I transmigrated here. How could I accept that?

Forget it. I never wanted the throne anyway, but this damned System kept pushing me forward, step by step, until I finally seized the realm that should have belonged to my grandchildren!

Luckily, I'm a transmigrator. I'm not very learned, but I know a little about what this realm needs. As long as the people have enough to eat, all we need is to placate the scholars. Keeping them quiet matters more than anything!

Emperor Yingzong of Ming, you disgraced yourself at Tumu Fortress. Don't blame me for taking the capital, okay?

Nephews' wives, you'd better stay quietly in the inner palace. I won't bother you, so don't cause trouble either!