When he opened his eyes, he became Zhu Biao, the crown prince of the Ming Dynasty. He was so angry that he vomited blood because of the mourning of his concubine.
Memories came flooding back, and I touched my throbbing heart and suddenly realized——
This is not a prince, he is clearly Zhu Yuanzhang's social reserve!
The only eldest son in history that Zhu Yuanzhang was willing to pass on the throne?
But in history, he was exhausted at the age of thirty-seven!
Looking at the pale and weak face in the bronze mirror, I made up my mind.
Rather than being exhausted by his father, it is better to strike first.
In the morning of the next day, in front of all the civil and military officials, I took out a letter signed by the Huaixi generals:
"Father, I want to lead the Huaixi disciples to attack the emperor!"
Zhu Yuanzhang slowly raised his head on the dragon chair, and his eyes flashed with joy:
"Biao'er, you finally look like us."
A chill ran down my spine, this script is wrong——
