Embers of Hongwu: the Immortal Protector of the Country

My name is Zhu Yunxi. When I was three years old, I discovered that I could not die. That year was the 22nd year of Hongwu. The aftermath of the Hu Weiyong case has not yet subsided, and several more guilty officials were dragged away outside the palace wall. It took me six hundred years to read the rise and fall of every page in the Twenty-Four Histories. The truth of history is not the achievements of emperors written in books. It is the frozen bones of the refugees, the burned books, and the institutional despair. I can't change anything. I can only be a quiet bookkeeper. Write down what needs to be written down, keep what needs to be kept, and wait for what needs to be waited for. Six hundred years later, I returned the complete "Yongle Dadian" to the country. No one knows who I am. I never thought I was great either. I just lived too long.