I've Run a Street Stall for Ten Years, and Zhu Yuanzhang Begs Me to Take the Throne

Zhu Ying transmigrates into the Ming dynasty as an orphan who sells paintings. He only wants to use his golden finger to live a quiet life, enjoy the gossip and watch the show, and wait for Zhu Di to overthrow Zhu Yunwen. That is, until one day, an old man who often visits his stall brings a frail-looking young man along. They discuss the Hu Weiyong case, then the Empty Seal case, and finally the Guo Huan case. Zhu Ying bluntly sees through the emperor's methods, every word hitting the heart of the matter. Zhu Ying: “They formed cliques and lined their own pockets, threatening imperial authority. They deserved to die! His Majesty is a great ruler. How could he let powerful ministers sleep soundly? This is about setting rules for future generations!” Zhu Yuanzhang is shaken to his core. He looks at the talented young man before him, and the more he looks, the more he resembles the legitimate eldest grandson who “died young” ten years ago! Zhu Yuanzhang: “The emperor's methods! He sees through them so clearly! He must be my blood!” The Embroidered Uniform Guard: “Your Majesty, we've found out what happened! The eldest grandson's tomb was robbed back then, and his body went missing...” Zhu Yunwen: “Mother! I can't beat him! He's really back! He's my nemesis!” Madam Lu: “Be quiet! He has to disappear, or my son won't inherit the throne.” But when the people Madam Lu sent to investigate mysteriously die, and Zhu Yuanzhang returns to the painting stall with a meaningful smile, Zhu Ying's ordinary days are destined to come to an end. Zhu Yuanzhang: “My dear grandson! Stop painting! Come back to the palace with your imperial grandfather! I'll personally place the Great Ming in your hands!” Zhu Ying: “Wait, old man, what did you say? I'm just a painter!”