Ming Dynasty War God: Zhu Yuanzhang Is My Brother

I opened my eyes as a starving corpse. Zhu Chongba clutched my body and wailed, “Ninth Brother!”

I jolted upright on the brink of death. “Brother, I'm hungry!”

From the night we split half a moldy ration in a ruined temple, I became Zhu Yuanzhang's sharpest blade.

On Lake Poyang, I personally led fire ships into Chen Youliang's mighty fleet and smashed it to pieces;

At Mount Langjuxu, I erected a stele and offered sacrifices to Heaven, vowing to end the northern menace for good;

At court, I tore apart Lu's murderous schemes and saved Empress Ma, Zhu Biao, and the Crown Prince's eldest son, Zhu Xiongying!

Everyone called Prince Qin Zhu Chongjiu “the backbone of the Great Ming.” Zhu Yuanzhang granted me the privilege of wearing a sword and boots in the palace, but I only stared at the map of the world and sneered:

“What does a campaign to Mount Langjuxu amount to? I want every land beneath the sun and moon to become Ming territory!”

The iron cavalry of Europe and Asia crushed the Timurid Empire, while treasure fleets sailed across the Cape of Good Hope. Even the natives of the Americas knelt and cried, “Eastern gods!”

When the Yongle Golden Age arrived, I laid down my bloodstained saber. “Brother, I'm tired.”

The white-haired emperor wept uncontrollably. “Ninth Brother, half this realm is yours!”

I turned and disappeared into the vast sea, leaving behind only a laughing remark:

“I'm off to find our Great Ming some new crops that can feed hundreds of millions!”

Years later, sweet potatoes and corn flourished across the land. A storyteller in a teahouse slapped the table and cried out:

“Ladies and gentlemen, do you know that the prince who sailed on an iron ship to find fine seeds was none other than the Ninth Thousand Years, reborn on that snowy night?!”