Great Ming: You Sent Me to My Fief, So Why Did I Divide Up the World?

After transmigrating to the Ming dynasty, Zhu Yuanzhang's sons are about to be sent to their fiefs one by one. Old Zhu summons Zhu Shuang, Zhu Gang, Zhu Di, Zhu Fu, and his other sons to look over their respective fiefs. When it is Prince Qi Zhu Fu's turn, Old Zhu points to Qingzhou in Shandong and says, “Seventh Son, Qingzhou is prosperous and densely populated. I'll grant it to you as your fief. Are you satisfied?” But Zhu Fu simply shakes his head. “I don't want Qingzhou.” Old Zhu's face darkens at once. “You even turn down Qingzhou? Then where do you want to go?” Zhu Fu takes out a world map and spreads it across the Hall of Heavenly Glory. “Within the borders of the Ming, I don't want a single inch of land.” “I ask to be granted Luzon.” “Give me twenty old ships, a thousand personal guards, and three thousand military households and craftsmen. I'll go conquer it myself.” The entire court thinks Prince Qi has gone mad. Old Zhu is so furious that he draws his sword. Zhu Fu continues, pointing at the map. “Second Brother, the Prince of Qin, can head west through the Hexi Corridor and claim the fertile lands of Tianzhu.” “Third Brother, the Prince of Jin, can ride north onto the grasslands and seize the kingdoms of Transoxiana.” “Fourth Brother, the Prince of Yan, is the best fighter of us all. Beiping is too small for him. The dozens of countries in the far west are just right for him to conquer one by one.” “Once my younger brothers come of age, they can also sail to the South Seas, enter Africa, and cross the oceans.” “Father, you have more than twenty sons. There isn't enough land within the Ming to go around.” “There is enough land on this map for the Zhu family's descendants to divide for a thousand years!” Old Zhu is livid. “I told you to pick a fief, and you divided up the whole world?”