Zhu's Three Hundred Years

"You have followed me for so many years, why are you leaving now?" "Following you will naturally help you win the world, and I am leaving now because I know you too well." "The whole world is my royal land. If you want to leave, you can go anywhere." Lu An drew his sword and stabbed Zhu Yuanzhang straight on the throne. The sword edge stopped an inch in front of Zhu Yuanzhang's forehead. "Be a good emperor and don't repeat the past mistakes!" He laughed loudly and sheathed his sword.