Lin Mo, a history student, died suddenly while staying up late to sort out historical materials related to corruption in the late Ming Dynasty. He opened his eyes and knelt on the cold gold bricks of the Qianqing Palace.
The emperor's brother Tianqi was furious on the dragon bed, while Wei Zhongxian knelt in front of the bed and cried heartily.
He looked down at the Xinwang uniform on his body and realized that he had become Chongzhen.
The experience of helping the college catch corruption in his previous life allowed him to see through the hypocrisy of the mourning ministers in the hall at a glance - the names impeached in the memorial were kneeling in front of him at this moment.
Tianqi held his hand tightly before his death: "My brother should be Yao and Shun..."
Lin Mo looked up at the dark night outside the palace, knowing that party strife in Donglin, corruption on all sides, and natural and man-made disasters were imminent.
When the bronze mirror reflected the immature but resolute face of the young emperor, his clenched knuckles had turned white.
"This is a dead game, I'll turn the table over and play it again!"
