The First Prime Minister of the Ming Dynasty

[No system + no harem + rigor + officialdom] The first year of Jiajing, the Qingming Festival. The ancestral graves were insulted, and the young child showed his sword. Nine-year-old Li Buchan walked out of an ordinary mountain village and stood in the court hall of the Ming Dynasty, overlooking the mountains and rivers. Define our country and safeguard our city. When the sun rises and sets, everyone is Hanchen. Tied under the neck, all nations are like dust. What merit do I have? It is only because of the emperor's wisdom.