After the Eldest Grandson Draws His Sword in Court

The day I transmigrated into Zhu Xiongying, I stormed into the Fengtian Hall with a sword in hand.

The assembled officials were so terrified that they dropped to their knees and cried, “The eldest imperial grandson has gone mad!”

But Zhu Yuanzhang slowly rose from the dragon throne, his eyes bloodshot. “Since Biao’er died... you’re the first person who’s dared to look me in the eye.”

Later, I uncovered the truth behind Empress Ma’s early death and pointed my sword at Lü Shi.

Old Zhu asked me with a trembling voice who I really was.

I tossed aside my sword, knelt, and bowed my head. “A prisoner of history who wants to rewrite the tragedies of the Ming Dynasty.”