After transmigrating to the seventh year of Yongle, Zhao Guang found himself without legal papers.
No household registration, no travel permit. On his very first day, he was thrown into the imperial prison.
With death looming, he stumbled upon the farce in court between Zhu Di and his sons.
Crown Prince Zhu Gaochi: My two younger brothers may be acting foolishly, but they haven't done anything truly wrong...
Zhao Guang: Let me teach you what it means to be the eldest legitimate son.
Prince of Han Zhu Gaoxu: Father promised me the throne!
Zhao Guang: You're just a dog Zhu Di strung along. You'll never get so much as a bone, not even when you're dead.
Prince of Zhao Zhu Gaosui: I have no ambitions. I don't want to fight for the throne.
Zhao Guang: You're the craftiest of them all, scurrying around like a rat and hiding in the shadows.
Zhu Di: Zhao Guang is a good man. Zhao Guang is useful.
Zhao Guang: And you! Your sons can't get along, and you, their father, are mainly to blame!
Civil officials: Heaven has sent us a remonstrating minister. What a blessing for the Ming!
Zhao Guang pulled out his lead-weighted court tablet and started smacking them with it. “How many of you are still loyal to Jianwen, just waiting for Zhu Di to die so you can stir up trouble and have a laugh?”
Military officers: Zhao Guang, well done! You haven't let our military men down.
Zhao Guang: Just look at you lot. You can't even deal with the Northern Yuan without the emperor going to the front himself!
Zhao Guang came to the Ming dynasty to take everyone down equally...
