(The rating section has just opened, so the score will go up.) A thought exploded in his mind: "I've transmigrated!"
Suppressing his surging emotions, he urgently asked, "What year, month, and day is it?"
"Your Majesty, it is the twelfth day of the third month in the fourth year of Jianwen."
"The fourth year of Jianwen!"
The four words struck like thunder, and Lin Feng went cold all over.
He had become Zhu Yunwen!
The short-lived emperor from history, who failed to suppress the vassal princes, was overthrown by Zhu Di, and died in a sea of flames when the capital of Yingtian fell on the thirteenth day of the sixth month in the fourth year of Jianwen!
It's already the third month. At most, he has only three months to live!
"What a hellish start!"
Lin Feng felt so aggrieved he wanted to curse. "I'm not long for this world..."
There was no one reliable in court. The only veteran general who could fight, Geng Bingwen, was already sixty. Li Jinglong was a spoiled dandy who only knew how to talk strategy, and had suffered two crushing defeats. The court had lost all its elite soldiers.
Everyone thought he was a weak emperor manipulated by civil officials.
No one knew that, from this moment on, he would completely rewrite history.
When Zhu Di began to retreat, he finally realized that this nephew was far more terrifying than Zhu Yuanzhang.
"Uncle, I'll see you on the battlefield."
"Uncle, guess who'll be the one burned this time?"
Nice. Not bad
It's really beautiful to be able to write like this