Fortune has smiled on me beyond belief: my soul transmigrated into Lan Yu in the seventh year of Hongwu.
While other transmigrators fight to rule the realm, I just want to lie flat and eat hot pot.
But Zhu Yuanzhang works overtime every day,
Zhu Biao is destined to die young,
and Yingying has already started over once long ago.
Who knows what Li Shanchang and Hu Weiyong are scheming?
Liu Bowen even slipped me a mysterious pouch on his deathbed.
To stay alive, I have no choice but to wrest the lives of the Ming's military commanders and civil officials, and my own future, back from Zhu Yuanzhang bit by bit.
It's not bad. It's really thin. I want to wear a black python robe! !
Come on, come on, come on