In the twenty-fifth year of Hongwu, undercurrents surged in the Ming Dynasty.
The ninth prince, Zhu Yunchuan, was born in a humble family after his biological mother died young. He was forgotten in the side courtyard of the Cold Palace since he was a child. When his royal brothers were bleeding like rivers for the dragon chair, his biggest worry was whether the meal in the cold palace could be hotter today.
He doesn't want to fight.
He didn't want to rob.
He just wants to live peacefully in this forgotten corner until he grows old.
But someone didn't let him get his wish.
When he was forced into the vortex of seizing the heir, everyone thought that this good-for-nothing prince would be the first to die. However, not only did he survive, he also used "fearful concessions" to make his opponents reap the consequences, and used "I didn't mean that" to eliminate the killing situation invisible.
Gradually, someone began to feel that something was wrong.
Gradually, those jealous royal brothers turned their attention to Leng Palace one by one.
"Ninth brother, you can be the emperor."
"Ninth brother, you are the only one worthy of sitting in that position."
"Ninth brother, please."
Zhu Yunchuan looked at the imperial brother who was kneeling on the ground and just wanted to ask -
Why did you kill so hard back then?
And the man sitting on the dragon throne was always watching with cold eyes.
He is waiting.
Wait for someone who really doesn't want to sit in this chair.
