I transmigrated to the early Ming Dynasty and became a prisoner under the Yuan court.
From the start, I was in a death-row camp, awaiting execution.
No System?
No golden finger?
What?
I’m Zhu Chongqi’s son?
Wait!
How could Zhu Chongqi have a son?
Chongqi... Chongba... Am I the old Zhu’s biological nephew?
Zhu Yuanzhang: “Give the order: General Xu Da, the Duke of Wei, is to swiftly capture Yingchang Prefecture and rescue Yu Xiaoqi!”
Xu Da: “Give the order: General Li Wenzhong is to capture Yingchang and rescue Yu Xiaoqi as soon as the fighting at Kaiping is over!”
Li Wenzhong: “Give the order: The entire army is to abandon its spoils and assemble at Yingchang Prefecture at once. The vanguard will move out with me!”
Outside the Fengtian Hall in Jinling, a group of founding ministers of Great Ming whispered among themselves.
Hu Weiyong: “Duke Li, is this really true?”
Li Shanchang: “Absolutely. His Majesty has made up his mind. Nothing can change it!”
Song Lian: “Brother Qingtian, His Majesty posthumously honored Zhu Xingzu as Prince of Linhuai. It is understandable to pass a father’s title to his son, but why grant him another princely title?”
Liu Bowen: “This child is receiving far too much favor. Whether that will bring him fortune or disaster remains to be seen!”
