Old Zhu Overhears My Thoughts and Begs Me to Stop Pulling Out the Anywhere Door

In the twenty-fifth year of Hongwu, Crown Prince Zhu Biao dies. Zhu Yuanzhang is devastated and travels incognito.

Outside the capital, a carefree little landlord named Chu Changge lies in a rocking chair, sipping an ice-cold cola and complaining, “There isn’t even air conditioning in this Ming dynasty. If I’d known, I wouldn’t have transmigrated.”

Old Zhu barges into the courtyard, intending to punish the boy for his insolence. But then he suddenly notices that the boy’s eyes and brows look exactly like those of his eldest legitimate grandson, Zhu Xiongying, who died at the age of eight!

Even more unbelievable...

Old Zhu sees with his own eyes as Chu Changge takes out a tablecloth and conjures an entire banquet out of thin air!

Old Zhu sees with his own eyes as Chu Changge opens a battered door and steps a thousand miles away to Beiping!

Chu Changge says, “Old man, stop staring. It’s called a magic door. You wouldn’t understand even if I explained it. Take some silver and get out of here. Don’t bother me while I study for the imperial examination.”

Old Zhu’s eyes turn red. He flips the desk over and points toward the Hall of Heavenly Favor, roaring, “Forget the imperial examination! Get your ass back to the palace! In all of Great Ming, no one but you deserves to sit on the throne!!”