Chen Mo transmigrated into the body of a starving corpse in a mass grave outside the Ming capital and bound himself to the [Empire Editor] System. Faced with a court rotten to the core, he joined the Embroidered Uniform Guard, specializing in putting all kinds of troublemakers in their place.
While other ministers cried, “Your Majesty is wise,” he handed over a performance review form. “Your Majesty, you didn’t meet your KPIs, so you’re losing your year-end bonus.”
When enemy troops besieged the city, he produced potatoes and flintlock guns. “It’s no big deal. Let’s get the boys a decent meal first.”
The minds of Chongzhen and his ministers completely short-circuited. So much for loyalty to the emperor and love of country! How was this guy even more rebellious than the rebels? Until one day, Chongzhen, seated on the Dragon Throne, asked in a low voice, “My dear minister, do you think there’s still any hope of saving me...?”
