Great Ming: Six-Year-Old Brat, Old Zhu Begs Me for a Somersault Cloud

I transmigrated to the Ming Dynasty and became Zhu Yuanzhang’s youngest legitimate son, a six-year-old boy. I awakened the strongest Sign-In System. Every weekly check-in earned me a wondrous reward. [Sign-in successful. You have received the Somersault Cloud!] [Sign-in successful. You have received the Beta Capsule!] [Sign-in successful. You have received the Anywhere Door!] Outside the Fengtian Hall, Zhu Yuanzhang rubbed his hands together, grinning like an old farmer as he fawned over me. “Good son, let your old man take a ride on that Somersault Cloud, will you?” I looked him up and down, then sighed. “Dad, you can ride the Somersault Cloud, but only people with kind hearts can do that.” “As for you...” I spread my little hands and shook my head vigorously. Old Zhu was so furious that he took off his jade belt and chased me through the entire palace. From then on, the Ming Dynasty’s whole style changed. That mischievous kid turned everything upside down. Years later, the Western Coalition assembled firearms and cannons, swaggering all the way to the coast. Then the fog cleared, revealing a hundred-meter-tall Giant of Light rising from the ground and gazing down at them coldly. The foreigners nearly wet themselves on the spot. “You call this the Ming Dynasty?”