Chapter 1: Grandfather Emperor, Please Grant Your Grandson Death

“Please, Your Majesty, grant your grandson death!”

Zhu Yunxu raised his long sword high, the blade still dripping with blood, his gaze fixed unwaveringly on Zhu Yuanzhang seated upon the dragon throne.

The civil and military officials in the grand hall, including Zhu Yuanzhang himself, looked at Zhu Yunxu in disbelief.

Today was meant to be the day Zhu Yunwen was officially appointed Crown Prince; the imperial edict was ready, awaiting only to be publicly read. But before that could happen, Zhu Yunxu burst in, sword in hand.

Outside the hall, the guards instinctively tried to stop him.

Zhu Yunxu wounded two guards with his sword, causing the others to hesitate, allowing him to force his way inside.

At first, the entire court thought Zhu Yunxu, resentful at losing the crown prince title, had come to stage a coup by force.

But what could one man hope to achieve by such a desperate act?

Yet no one expected that the first words out of Zhu Yunxu’s mouth were a plea for death; many thought they had misheard.

He had no choice but to act this way.

Having transmigrated into the Ming dynasty as the third son of Zhu Biao, Zhu Yunxu arrived too late—his father was dead, and before he could prove his worth, Zhu Yuanzhang was already about to name Zhu Yunwen as Crown Prince.

If he did nothing, his fate would be to be confined—first restrained in the capital by Zhu Yunwen, never allowed to govern his own fief in Hangzhou.

After the Jingnan Campaign, he would be imprisoned again by Zhu Di in Fengyang, ultimately meeting a violent death.

Such a life was not what Zhu Yunxu desired.

Shortly after his transmigration, armed with memories of inheritance, Zhu Yunxu knew today was the day Zhu Yunwen would be named Crown Prince. To secure a bright future, he had to disrupt the ceremony and contend for that position.

A man who reigned only four years, considered a failure—did Zhu Yunwen deserve that place?

Zhu Yunxu resolved to risk everything. Having already died once through transmigration, dying again was no greater fear. With no retreat, this was his last chance.

Knowing Zhu Yuanzhang’s fierce protectiveness and emphasis on family bonds, even if things escalated, it was unlikely he would order his death.

“Your Highness, please put down the sword!”

Chang Sheng was the first to regain composure, rushing forward to grasp Zhu Yunxu’s arm, trying to pull the sword away. “The Third Grandson was momentarily confused; we beseech Your Majesty’s pardon!”

Seeing Zhu Yunxu injure men and barge in, Chang Sheng inwardly panicked but instinctively sided with his nephew.

These military commanders from western Huai all wished for Zhu Yunxu to become heir apparent.

Yet Zhu Yunxu was mediocre, failing to earn Zhu Yuanzhang’s favor. Had he shown more promise, plans would already be underway to help him claim that position.

Now that Zhu Yunwen was to be established, Chang Sheng and his faction had no choice but to accept it begrudgingly.

“Yunxu!”

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