Great Ming: The Truth Is Out, I Am the Ancestor of the Dragon Lineage

“Your Majesty, your humble servant is so incorruptible that we can’t even afford to put a pot on the stove at home!” Wei Zaode, the Grand Secretary, wept about his poverty in court.

The mysterious young man in white beside the throne gave a cold laugh.

“Is that so? Then whose million taels of gold are hidden in the dry well in your back garden?”

“And you, Minister of War. Has the ink dried on the surrender letter you wrote to Li Zicheng last night?”

The court officials were utterly horrified. Who was this man? How did he know everything?!

Zhu Changsheng rose to his feet, a golden dragon stretching ten thousand feet appearing faintly behind him. “I am the destiny of the Ming Dynasty! You parasites have fed on my flesh and drunk my blood. And now you think you can just walk away?”

“Guards, restore the old law of flaying and stuffing them with grass!”

That day, the capital ran red with blood.

That day, the Ming dragon banner flew against the wind and was planted across the world once more!