Great Ming: A Life Swap, Zhu Biao and I Trade Lives

[Transmigration + soul swap + feel-good comedy + everyday life!] Before I worked myself to death pulling an all-nighter, I became Zhu Biao, Crown Prince of the Ming dynasty. The System said this was a "time-travel makeover challenge," and that I was supposed to experience life as the heir to the throne. I laughed. What a vivid dream! So I reclassified the Northern Expedition's military budget as a "Special Fund for National Fitness." I approved Prince Yan Zhu Di's request to expand his army as a "Mobei Survival Experience Summer Camp." At Wenhua Hall, I kicked my feet up on the throne and lectured the assembled officials: "We need to work efficiently! You know what I'm saying?" Until that day. My "bargain-bin father," Zhu Yuanzhang, stormed into the Eastern Palace with a sword in hand. Its cold gleam reflected his livid face. "Biao, lately... has something unclean possessed you?" I looked at the sword at his waist, the one that had slain countless meritorious officials, and suddenly came to my senses. Could this... actually not be a dream? Is it too late to run?