I, Chongzhen! Who Dares Destroy My Great Ming!

Looking at the crooked tree, Chongzhen, who imagined hanging himself from its southeastern branch, Zhu Youjian sighed: What a miserable life.

After transmigrating as Chongzhen, Zhu Youjian looked at that crooked tree again, and his heart sank.

To avoid ending up dangling like a kite, Zhu Youjian had no choice but to put the knowledge of later generations to work with all his might...