Transmigrated as Sun Chuanting: I Slap Chongzhen Silly

“How many troops will it take to wipe out the rebels this time?”

“Five thousand will be enough.”

When Emperor Chongzhen heard the number, his face split into a delighted grin.

But he never dreamed that Sun Chuanting, whom he had kept locked up for three years, would slap him twice so hard that stars burst before his eyes. The eunuch beside them was scared out of his wits.

“All that's left is to make up the difference with these two slaps from Your Majesty.”