Li Shimin's Soul Penetrates Zhu Biao! New Ming

After the death of Emperor Taizong Li Shimin of the Tang Dynasty, he did not enter the underworld or fall into reincarnation. He turned into a wandering soul trapped in the leaden gray mist and floated across the land of China for more than a thousand years. He saw with his own eyes that Yuyang's drums shattered the prosperous Tang Dynasty, and the raging waves on the cliffs sank the clothes of the Song Dynasty. He saw the iron hoofs on the grassland break through the barriers of the Central Plains, Yangzhou was dyed with the blue waves of the Qinhuai River in ten days, and shaving off one's hair and wearing clothes cut off the roots of the Chinese clothes. From the Hongwu Emperor Zhu Yuanzhang wielding his force to conquer the Yuan Dynasty, to the rebirth of Renxuan's rule, to Wanli's neglect of government and the party's strife that harmed the country, he was the loneliest spectator, numb to the change of dynasties, but in the bloody fire of Nanjing, the thousand-year imprisonment was shattered by the cries of the people. When he opened his eyes again, he had become the crying baby in the Haozhou military tent - Zhu Yuanzhang's eldest son, Zhu Biao. Carrying two thousand years of imperial wisdom and memories of blood and tears, he must not only face the affection and imperial suspicion of his iron-fisted father, but also make up for the regret of "Zhu Biao"'s untimely death; he must also quietly reverse the trajectory of history in the turbulent times of the early Ming Dynasty: avoid the disaster of massacres of heroes, resolve the disputes between clans and lords, and consolidate the foundation of the Ming's border defense. When the soul of Zhenguan resides in Zhu Biao, and when the pain of thousands of years turns into the power of the present, can the reborn prince rewrite the fate of the Ming Dynasty and protect this suffering mountain and river from the slaughter and destruction of future generations? In the morning light of Jinling City, a redemption spanning a thousand years is quietly starting from its infancy.