Transmigrating as Zhu Yuntong: From the Start, I Draw My Sword in the Throne Hall!

I transmigrated into Zhu Yunton. When I opened my eyes, Zhu Yuanzhang was about to appoint Zhu Yunwen as Crown Prince’s Heir.

The entire court was busy sucking up to him, and not one person mentioned the unanswered questions surrounding the death of the late Crown Prince Zhu Biao.

Furious, I laughed, then cleaved open the palace gates and charged into the hall, my sword pointed at Zhu Yuanzhang on the throne.

“Your eyes are dim with age, and you can no longer tell right from wrong!”

“If my father Zhu Biao were still alive, how could he let you turn the world upside down like this?”

The ministers were stunned, but Zhu Yuanzhang slowly rose to his feet, tears glimmering in his eyes. “Tong’er... you’re finally willing to speak?”

By then, the sword in my hand had already drawn its first drop of blood.