Reborn as Zhu Biao, I Lead the Rebellion

I opened my eyes to find myself as Zhu Biao, Crown Prince of the Ming, vomiting blood in fury over a concubine observing mourning rites.

Memories flooded back. I rubbed my aching chest and suddenly understood:

This wasn’t a crown prince. I was a corporate drone in training for Zhu Yuanzhang!

The only eldest son in history to whom Zhu Yuanzhang willingly handed over the throne?

But he worked himself to death at just thirty-seven!

Looking at my pale, frail face in the bronze mirror, I made up my mind.

Better to strike first than let Father work me to death.

At court the next morning, I pulled out a petition signed by the Huai Xi generals in front of all the officials:

“Father, I wish to lead the Huai Xi troops in a campaign to purge your court!”

Zhu Yuanzhang slowly raised his head from the imperial throne, a hint of approval flashing in his eyes:

“Biao’er, you’re finally starting to take after me.”

A chill ran down my back. This wasn’t how the script was supposed to go