Iron-Blooded Great Ming: Saving the Jingnan Campaign from the Start

I transmigrated into Zhu Yunwen’s younger brother, Zhu Yuntong, just as Zhu Di launched his campaign to overthrow the Jianwen Emperor.

The second imperial son, who should have been erased by history, suddenly sat up in his coffin.

“The emperor has set himself on fire!” the palace attendants cried. I was wiping the battle saber my great-uncle Lan Yu had left behind.

“What’s there to panic about?” I kicked open the gates of the Fengtian Hall. Below the steps, Zhu Di, his dragon robe stained with blood, looked up in shock.

A hundred thousand cavalry suddenly turned their blades around. Li Jinglong’s command banner had appeared behind the Yan army!

When a secret report from the Eastern Depot announced that Zheng He’s treasure ships had been seized by the Portuguese, I smiled and unfurled a map of the world.

“Pass on my order! Wherever the sun and moon of the Ming shine, ”

“, is my hunting ground!”