I Just Insulted Old Zhu When the Sky Screen Exploded, and I Was Transported to the Ming Dynasty

How many steps does it take to infuriate Zhu Yuanzhang?

Tsk, what kind of descendant would take part in making this sort of ridiculous video, throwing their own ancestor under the bus?

Not even a dog would do it!

The first prize is five million?

Zhu Qinlang lets out a roar: If no dog will do it, then I will!

Cue a tragic song about the Great Ming: his Ying, his beloved, his Biao. Won't this make him cry his eyes out?

Then mock his peasant mindset, say the whole dynasty raises pigs, and claim the greatest use of the Huang Ming Ancestral Instructions was giving Zhu Di an excuse to rebel.

Hahaha, has he blown his top yet? Let the little universe explode!

If that's still not enough to rile him up?

Then say plainly that the Ming fell because of Zhu Yuanzhang. Blame him for slaughtering so many people just to clear the way for that useless Zhu Yunwen. Then Zhu Di launched the Jingnan Campaign, and the court had no capable generals left.

Jianwen vanished in a sea of flames, and the line of his eldest son, Zhu Biao, was wiped out.

Zhu Di received the temple name Taizu.

Heehee, Taizu! By the saying that founders are meritorious and successors virtuous, the Great Ming only lasted two generations. Hahaha!

As Zhu Qinlang chased the prize money by driving a knife into his own ancestor's heart, he had no idea the video would really cross time and become a sky screen in the eleventh year of Hongwu.

Nor could he have imagined it would enrage his own ancestor so much that the man would glare with bloodshot eyes and slash at the sky with his blade.

Now the sky screen has shattered, and he has transmigrated.

Things have gotten completely out of hand.

His ancestor holds a knife himself. “You little bastard, would you rather be skinned and stuffed with grass, or torn apart by five horses?”

There's no begging for mercy, but... he can at least leave some last words.

Zhu Qinlang recites his family tree, then pours out his grievances, before launching into a wild con: “The Great Ming is sick, and your grandson can cure it! I'll explain the political flaws above, then lay out the tech tree below. Guaranteed success!”