Years later, when the Ming vanguard breached Hetu Ala and bombarded Taiyuan, restoring the empire’s vast lands, Zhu Yuanzhang would still remember his conversation with Wang Cheng’en at dawn that day.
He had just jolted awake from a deep sleep. Before his eyes lay the Great Ming, battered by storms and on the verge of collapse.
Rebels besieged the cities, while the Manchus pressed at the passes.
The founding emperor of old, faced with an empire spanning thousands of miles brought to ruin by his unworthy descendants, turned his boundless fury into an iron fist!
“My realm, my descendants: how dare you ruin them!”
“This land belongs to the Zhu clan! I decide what happens to the Great Ming!”
