Daming: Second Uncle Will Never Lie Down

My name is Zhu Gaoxu. In the history of the Ming Dynasty, I was the traitor who was held in a copper vat by my nephew and roasted alive. Open your eyes, the second year of Yongle. The soldiers outside the tent called me "Your Highness", my father was still killing people outside the city of Peiping, and my eldest brother had not yet said "My son is very ill". The copper vat is still waiting for me nineteen years later. In this life, I won't rebel anymore. Not afraid of death. I just want to try - if I don't fight for the position, can I win back the sentence "You are also a good son"; if I don't take the knife, can I make my nephew think of my second uncle when he gets old, instead of dreaming about the fire in the copper vat. I am stationed in Le'an, guarding northern Xinjiang, and have exchanged the wealth I saved ten years ago for three years' worth of food and grass at the border. The eldest brother's deathbed letter was buried under his pillow, with only one line: "Second brother, I heard those words from back then." The year my nephew ascended the throne, he gave me a Xuande furnace. I didn't answer. ——I thought bronze weapons could only kill people. When we arrived at his bedside, he held my hand and said, "Second uncle, you are the person I feel most sorry for in my life." Only then did I learn that copperware can also warm hands. My name is Zhu Gaoxu. In this life, I have never been an emperor. I just paid off the battles I owed Ming Dynasty for forty years one by one.