Great Ming: Four Choices a Day, and Old Zhu Can't Take It Anymore

Transmigrating to the twenty-fourth year of Hongwu in the Ming dynasty, he became Zhu Yun Tong, the legitimate son of Crown Prince Zhu Biao.

His father, Zhu Biao, would die of illness in just one year.

His fourth uncle, Zhu Di, would raise an army in eight years to launch the Jingnan Campaign.

His maternal uncle Lan Yu and his entire family would be wiped out in just two years.

As for Zhu Yun Tong himself, the history books made it plain: stripped of his title and reduced to a commoner, he would die in confinement in Fengyang.

Then, on that very day, his golden finger arrived. Every day, he could choose one of four options:

One: A life-prolonging ancient remedy, lost to the Imperial Medical Academy.

Two: One hundred thousand taels of silver.

Three: The Imperial Ancestral Instructions, memorized backward and forward.

Four: The stack of memorials his imperial grandfather wanted to read that night.

Zhu Yun Tong stared at the four lines for a long while, then smiled.

At last, he had a choice about his own life.

From that day on, Zhu Yuanzhang watched his usually quiet grandson change by the day. Today, he offered a plan to settle refugees. Tomorrow, he exposed a corruption case with a single remark. The day after that, he could answer every question about the memorials hidden beneath Zhu Yuanzhang’s pillow.

Old Zhu couldn’t hold back any longer. “Biao’er, could your son be a star from the heavens, come down to earth?”