I Just Arrived at the Ming Imperial Ancestral Temple, and One Sentence Made Zhu Yuanzhang Lose It

After three days of grinding away at his thesis, Chen Zhao had just blocked an argumentative online commenter when he suddenly transmigrated into the Ming Dynasty's Imperial Ancestral Temple.

Inside, Zhu Yuanzhang was performing rites to honor his ancestors with his sons, grandsons, and court officials, boasting that his Zhu family's empire would last forever.

Chen Zhao heard him and couldn't help falling into his post-defense habit.

"Old Zhu, don't celebrate just yet. Empress Ma, Zhu Biao, and Zhu Xiongying will all die young, one after another!"

"And your fourth son will eventually lead an army against your grandson!"

The entire court of nobles was terrified. Prince of Yan Zhu Di dropped to his knees on the spot.

Zhu Yuanzhang angrily drew his sword, but Chen Zhao kept going, chin raised. "Your online handle was 'Started with a Bowl, Eight Hundred Li to Go,' wasn't it?"

The sword in Old Zhu's hand clattered to the ground.

The online commenter who had flamed me before I transmigrated was actually Me?

After awakening the Great Ming National Destiny Correction System, Chen Zhao set about making trouble for Old Zhu while helping the Crown Prince save lives, grow crops, and reform the system. Old Zhu wanted to chop his head off every day, but whenever he heard what lay ahead for the Great Ming, he couldn't help dragging over a stool to listen.

"Brat, go on. I want to hear what exactly went wrong with this Great Ming!"