The Prince of Han of the Great Ming

Transmigrate and become a king, and you should be listening to music in a brothel, drunk with beauties in your arms!

But instead, I transmigrated as Zhu Gaoxu, Prince of Han.

Now I have to deal with my old man, the Yongle Emperor, who wants to treat me like a workhorse and keeps saying, "Do your best. The heir is often sick!"

How am I supposed to resist the temptation?

And then there's my ruthless nephew Zhu Zhanji, who later wants to turn me into cumin-roasted meat. What do I do?

I'm waiting online. It's pretty urgent!

(Readers, just treat this as a feel-good power fantasy, and don't take it too seriously. This story is entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental!)