I transmigrated into Zhu Biao, Zhu Yuanzhang’s legitimate son, just as his original body was near death.
Seeing the old Zhu raging and ready to execute the imperial physician, I came up with a quick excuse: “Father, I dreamed of the Great Ancestor!”
“The Great Ancestor said the Ming needs reform. We should start by establishing a medical academy to protect the royal family’s health.”
Zhu Yuanzhang looked doubtful. “What else did the Great Ancestor say?”
I lowered my voice. “There will be a snow disaster in the north. We should start promoting potatoes and sweet potatoes…”
Zhu Yuanzhang’s eyes widened in shock. “The Great Ancestor even told you that?!”
