I Keep a Diary in Great Ming, and Zhu Di Wants to Kill My Father?

After transmigrating to the Yongle era, he became Zhu Zhan'ai, younger brother of the beloved grandson Zhu Zhanji.

He couldn't fight, and he had no literary talent either. All he could do was write a diary to get by, tease pigs and dogs, and live the carefree life of a spoiled wastrel.

At any rate, as long as he wrote in his diary, he could travel through time and speak with the sages of old. What could be more delightful?

What Zhu Zhan'ai didn't know, however, was that his diary was being updated in real time in Zhu Di's hands!

[The old man is a rebel himself, yet he acts like he's the righteous one.]

[What's wrong with me learning to start a rebellion?]

[And those Imperial Ming Ancestral Instructions? Even a dog wouldn't listen to that nonsense!]

[Anyway, I've bought up all the land outside the imperial city. If the old geezer doesn't behave, I'll kick him out!]

Looking at the diary in his hands, Zhu Di fell into deep thought.

"You little brat. If I can't deal with you today, I'll deal with your father first!"