Rebirth of the Ming Dynasty Emperor Apocalypse

The candlelight in Qianqing Palace flickered, reflecting the childish face on the throne that was suddenly covered with frost. Zhu Youxiao opened his eyes suddenly, his chest was rising and falling violently after panic, and his palms were covered in cold sweat. What he saw in front of him was not the familiar wood shavings and ink threads in the carpenter's room, but the bright yellow tent ceiling, embroidered with complicated dragon patterns, baring its teeth and claws under the candlelight, just like the abyss deep in his memory that swallowed up the entire Ming Dynasty. "Your Majesty?" The cautious voice of the personal eunuch Wang Tigan sounded from the steps, with a bit of confusion. His Majesty? This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.