The Tyrant’s Wholesale Kunlun Slaves Catch Li Shimin’s Eye
Zhu Yuanzhang opened his eyes and found himself in Chang’an’s West Market in the seventh year of the Zhenguan era.
Looking at the Kunlun slaves being sold before him, he stroked his chin. “Aren’t these our African brothers?”
Having once been a monk and a beggar, Emperor Zhu couldn’t stand to see people suffer.
He immediately reported the slave traders, only to be told that the Kunlun slave trade was legal in the Tang Dynasty.
Zhu Yuanzhang flew into a rage. “Outrageous! Biao, bring me the Great Ming Code!”
Wait, Biao wasn’t here. He didn’t even have a registered identity in this era.
Worse still, an emperor named Li Shimin had heard that a “Monk Zhu” who picked fights with Kunlun slave traders had arrived in the West Market.
At that very moment, he was standing incognito in front of Zhu’s stall, wearing a faintly amused smile.
“I hear... you want to teach me how to do business?”
