Summary
When I woke up, I became Zhu Yuanzhang’s grandson, Zhu Xiongying, looking at my grandfather who was at the desk and criticizing the folds, and listening to the rumors of the “Hu Weiyong case”, I clenched my palms. The cold words in the history books turned into a whirlpool of power and intrigue in front of him, and the sword light of blue jade and the blood rain of Jingjing were surging in the dark. When Qin Tianjian watched the stars at night and said that the prince’s life was not long, could I change my life against the sky and sit firmly on the bloody court?