Back to the Ming Dynasty to Become a Prince

Autumn, the eighteenth year of Hongwu. Yingtian Prefecture, west of the imperial city, at the end of Taiping Alley. “Clang, clang, clang, ” A piercing gong rang out at the mouth of the alley, startling a stray cat off the wall and sending it crashing into half a broken earthenware jar. Chen Xi woke to the sound of the gong. More precisely, a splitting headache and a stomach twisting with hunger hit him at the same time. Then the gong rang out like the last straw, dragging him bodily from the haze.