朱元璋finge sua morte, então eu subo ao trono

Year twenty-five of the Hongwu reign, ninth day of the ninth month, night.

“Your Highness, Your Highness! Something terrible has happened…”

In the city of Ying Tian, at the residence of the Prince of Ning.

A tall eunuch, his face filled with panic, rushed into the bedchamber of Prince Zhu Quan.

Zhu Quan paused, his brow furrowing slightly, and asked in a deep voice, “Sanbao! What has happened? Why are you so flustered tonight?”

Sanbao swallowed hard, his face flushed as he replied, “It’s… it’s His Majesty! News just came from the palace—His Majesty has… has passed away.”

Thunk.

The ship model Zhu Quan held slipped from his hand and fell to the floor, yet he seemed not to notice.

Father… Father has died?

The shock of the news was overwhelming. Just three months earlier, Crown Prince Zhu Biao had died from a fever, and now Old Zhu was suddenly gone as well?

Zhu Quan clearly remembered that the history books recorded Zhu Yuanzhang’s death in the thirty-first year of the Hongwu reign—six years from now. Was this the butterfly effect brought by his own crossing into this world?

The thought flashed through Zhu Quan’s mind, and his gaze abruptly sharpened.

As a transmigrant, Zhu Quan knew all too well who would ascend the throne after Zhu Yuanzhang’s death.

It would be his elder nephew, Zhu Yunwen, later known as the Jianwen Emperor, son of the Eastern Palace.

And what his nephew would do after claiming the throne was even clearer in Zhu Quan’s mind.

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