Early Ming: Teaching Later Emperors a Lesson with Grandpa

In the fifth month of the fifteenth year of Hongwu, Zhu Xiongying, the Ming emperor’s eldest legitimate grandson and one of Emperor Hongwu’s only three living relatives, died of illness. Just as the old Zhu was raging and about to launch a bloody purge, a cry of “Grandpa Emperor” brought Zhu Yuanzhang back to his senses.

At the moment Zhu Xiongying died, the soul of a transmigrator arrived, saving many people who were supposed to be killed.

At the same time, he became bound to a System that kept claiming to be a transmigration device, and began his journey toward putting the Ming above all else.

Zhu Xiongying: Grandpa Emperor, something terrible has happened. Grandma Emperor is going to die.

Zhu Xiongying: Hey, Grandpa Emperor, can you hear me? Are thirty thousand jin of potatoes enough? If not, how about I invite the Greatly Merciful Gatling Bodhisattva over for you?

Zhu Yuanzhang: Hey, good grandson, what was that Bodhisattva you mentioned? Bring me another thousand of those.

Zhu Xiongying: Grandpa Emperor, I’m telling you, we just need to stay right here. Fourth Uncle will definitely come pay his respects to you first.

Zhu Xiongying: Grandpa Emperor, what do you think of that boy down there, the one as round as a ball? He became emperor at just ten months old.

Zhu Xiongying: Grandpa Emperor, look, what’s that thing down there shouting and screaming?

Zhu Xiongying: Hey, you over there hanging yourself by the neck. Yes, you. Come here.

Zhu Yuanzhang: You worthless descendants! Get over here this instant!