(Transmigration, face-slapping power fantasy, ancient court intrigue, battles, farming and development, colonial era)
He transmigrated to the Tongzhi era.
Zeng En, a doctor who had studied overseas, was treating the emperor's hemorrhoids. His mind was elsewhere, so he just went ahead with the examination.
But the emperor never should have driven Zeng En's father, the truly loyal Viceroy of Liangjiang, to his death. Now Zeng En wanted nothing more than to leave the capital as soon as possible, build up his strength in the south, and avenge his father.
His father hadn't even been mourned for long before Zeng En went to carouse in the Eight Great Hutongs. It was utterly outrageous.
But Zeng En was waiting for someone. Zai Chun, you won't get away this time! Cui'er, get him!
Before long, rumors spread that the emperor had died of syphilis. Just then, the peasant uprisings in the south were growing ever stronger. The two empress dowagers, including Dowager Ci, were already too busy to deal with the south, so they tried to win over the Zeng family.
Zeng En had no choice but to hold his nose and marry a princess.
He returned to the south to pay respects to his ancestors.
Steward Yang of the Zeng residence said, "Young Marshal, before the Old Marshal passed away, he repeatedly warned you... The woman you love has caught the eye of a Manchu prince. You should go to the capital and apologize on your knees. Above all, you must endure in silence."
"What!" Zeng En thought he was finished.
"How many troops do we have? I'd rather die on my feet than live on my knees."
"Young Marshal, we only have two..."
"Two thousand? That's enough. We'll fight!"
"No, we have two..."
"Twenty thousand? Then what are we waiting for? Rally the troops now. Let's take them down!"
"Young Marshal, Young Master, not twenty thousand. Two hundred thousand!"
"You son of a... You're telling me my father left me two hundred thousand loyal troops, and you want me to keep my head down and go to the capital to apologize on my knees? You dog!"
"Ah! Young Master, what are you going to do...?"
"Guards, drag this dog out and execute him to offer his head to the troops! Tomorrow, we march north!"
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It's well written, but I didn't read it because of desire.