Ming: Criança travessa de sete anos, o velho Zhu me pede para subir ao trono
De repente, ao atravessar o tempo, tornei-me Zhu Xiongying, o príncipe herdeiro da dinastia Ming, que morreu jovem. Felizmente, despertei o Sistema de Prolongamento de Vida. Contanto que eu continue aprontando travessuras e pregando peças, posso estender minha própria vida! Espanco Zhu Yunwen, prego peças em Zhu Biao e nem mesmo Zhu Yuanzhang, já quase com cinquenta anos, foi poupado! Quando toda a corte da dinastia Ming já estava sofrendo amargamente com minhas confusões, a situação mudou de repente! Xu Da: "Príncipe herdeiro, eu estou disposto a aceitá-lo como meu mestre!" Lan Yu: "Sua Alteza, de agora em diante, diga em quem devo bater e assim farei!" Zhu Yunwen: "Irmão mais velho, por favor, me poupe desta vez, eu realmente não tenho interesse no trono!" Zhu Di: "Querido sobrinho, seu tio vai agora para o feudo e nunca mais voltará!" Países de todo o mundo: "Longa vida à dinastia Ming, por milhares e milhares de anos!" ...E assim, a história foi reescrita. Com apenas sete anos, o neto imperial construiu um império Ming onde o sol nunca se põe! Onde a luz do sol alcança, lá estarão as terras Ming!
Ming: Criança travessa de sete anos, o velho Zhu me pede para subir ao trono
Autumn, the fourteenth year of Hongwu.
In the Eastern Palace of Yingtian Prefecture—
“Your Highness the Crown Prince!”
“Your Highness…!”
An elderly man, his face ashen with fury, stormed forward, his every step fueled by anger. He made his way from the teaching hall toward the main chamber, roaring all the while—each shout louder than the last.
Upon seeing Crown Prince Zhu Biao, he immediately hurled the Analects in his hand to the ground. “Your Highness! This humble servant finds himself utterly unfit for the post of instructor in the teaching hall! You had best find someone more capable!”
Zhu Biao was taken aback. The teaching hall had been specially set up in the Eastern Palace to enlighten his children, and he had invited his learned father-in-law—this very man—to serve as their mentor. Everything had been well until today. What on earth had happened?
Wait—why was his father-in-law’s robe soaked through, leaving a trail of water behind him?
Before he could inquire, his seven-year-old son Zhu Xiongying came striding over, swinging his little legs with an air of utter indifference.
Lu Ben, upon catching sight of him, instinctively tried to dodge out of the way.
Zhu Biao quickly pieced the situation together. Frowning sternly, he put on a severe face. “Xiongying, did you anger your teacher so? Apologize to him at once!”
“No need! Your Highness, please rescind your decree at once…” Lu Ben’s expression shifted drastically as he waved his hands in alarm. “If the Imperial Grandson apologizes today, who knows
