Great Ming: My Hundred Thousand Black-Armored Troops Terrify Zhu Di

When Zhu Yunwen opened his eyes, he was dressed in an imperial robe, with the towering Fengtian Hall before him. It took him three days to confirm he wasn't dreaming: he had really transmigrated, and become the newly enthroned Jianwen Emperor. The “Sign-In System” that appeared in his mind made his heart pound even harder: sign in every day to receive one hundred Black Armor troops, absolutely loyal. More terrifying still, his pure physical strength increased by a hundred jin with every passing day. The Jianwen Emperor from history, who failed to curb the princes and vanished without a trace? Ha, not this time. At court, Prince of Yan Zhu Di stood tall, his gaze sharp as a blade. The officials fell silent, trembling with fear. The princes surrounded him, each commanding formidable forces and waiting to see their young nephew make a fool of himself. Zhu Yunwen simply smiled. “My uncles have rendered great service. I have only just ascended the throne, and must govern the realm with benevolence and filial piety. The matter of curbing the princes can wait.” His words set the hall abuzz. A flicker of surprise crossed Zhu Di's eyes, then gave way to deep contempt. As expected, the boy was weak and green. He had no idea what Zhu Yunwen was really thinking. A hundred jin of strength a day meant thirty-six thousand five hundred jin in a year. One hundred Black Armor troops a day meant thirty-six thousand five hundred battle-hardened soldiers in a year. Three years would bring one hundred thousand Black Armor troops and a hundred thousand jin of strength. When that day came, curb the princes? Curb my ass. On the first day of the first month of Jianwen's fourth year, the edict to curb the princes was issued. This time, it was no longer a timid young man nervously testing the waters, but a true dragon that had lain in wait for three years, baring its fangs to the world.