The heroic hero Zhu Di suddenly woke up from his throne, and was shocked to realize that he had traveled hundreds of years later to the end of the Ming Dynasty.
The Forbidden City was still there, but there was a young emperor wearing a patchwork dragon robe sitting on the dragon throne, trembling all over as he faced an urgent military report.
The civil and military officials on the steps either lowered their heads or pretended to sleep, Liaodong was in danger! Severe drought in northern Shaanxi! Jiangnan riots! There was no one available in the whole court.
Zhu Di laughed angrily and strode out of the shadows in the corner.
"Trash! Get out of here—"
"Preach my will, open the inner treasury, and organize the capital camp. I want to lead the expedition in person."
Looking at the shocked look of the little emperor who looked exactly like himself below the stairs, Zhu Di grinned.
"Boy, watch and see how our ancestors fought."
On this day, a sea of blood surged into the sky at the gate of Jianzhou City, and the Houjin army fled in disarray.
In the camp on the outskirts of Beijing, Zhu Di threw the bloody battle flag in front of the little emperor.
"Now, do you know how to be an emperor?"
