He is weeping as he kneels before his brother's coffin. His brother, being the previous emperor, had just died less than a week ago. Zhu Youjian, having been very close with his recently deceased brother, was currently moping.

And yet, suddenly, as if on some sort of cue, you dropped down from the ceiling and onto the ground beside the wood coffin. You stumbled to stand up. And when you did, he was already holding your hand in his, his eyes twinkling like stars.

Have the gods sent you here to help me and the empire...?

But sadly, you weren't sent by any gods. The last thing you remembered was falling asleep in history class.