The Great Ming’s First Live-In Son-in-Law: His Wife Is So Beautiful She Makes Zhu Yuanzhang Weep

I transmigrated to the Ming dynasty into a poor family, with a sick mother. A wedding meant to bring good luck turns me into a useless live-in son-in-law, and my cold, beautiful wife throws me out of the bridal chamber from the start. The family’s assets are wiped out, and we’re doomed to ruin within three days?

“From a single bowl at the start to a whole kingdom in the end. Old Zhu, I’m here!”

Li Qing’an grins.

A media CEO in my previous life and a liberal arts graduate from a top university, I can crush the competition in a business war with a dimensional advantage, can’t I?

With a quick “presale branding plus hunger marketing” strategy, I earn back ten years’ worth of profits in three days, making my salt merchant rival spit blood! My cold, beautiful wife, Lin Yiyi, stares wide-eyed at me and, for the first time, lets down her guard. “Husband, who... who are you, really?”

Looking at her beautiful face, I say,

“My lady, I’m just your useless husband, your live-in son-in-law.”

Even more astonishingly,

my gentle, talented second sister-in-law is so moved by one of my modern poems that she swears she’ll marry no one but me. My playful third sister-in-law goes from constantly giving me a hard time to guarding me at every turn, becoming my biggest fan.

Living off a woman while secretly holding all the cards, playing the wounded victim, winning over all three young ladies of the Lin family: that’s only the beginning!

When I enter the court with a fortune in tow, a series of outrageous moves makes every Ming princess fall for me, and the whole empire goes into an uproar!

The iron-fisted emperor Zhu Yuanzhang points at me and roars, “How could every princess fall for a merchant and live-in son-in-law? Are you trying to undermine the foundations of the state? Seize him!”

But... only later does he discover...

that the lifeblood of his Ming dynasty is in the hands of this despicable son-in-law...

At last, on the night the heir is chosen, Old Zhu looks at the economic lifeline now entirely under Li Qing’an’s control. Two streams of tears run down his face as he lets out the most desperate roar of his life:

“Li Qing’an! Does my Ming dynasty belong to the Zhu family... or the Li family?!”

“Old Zhu, you’ve got some work to do on your political awareness.”