Zhu Shou opened his eyes suddenly, his heavy eyelids seemed to be filled with lead.
A splitting headache and a hangover-like dizziness swept over me.
"Your Majesty, the time has come and it's time to go to court early." A soft and thin voice sounded outside the tent.
His Majesty? What, Your Majesty? Didn't I stay up late and work overtime at the company yesterday just for the damn KPI?
He sat up suddenly, the brocade quilt slipped off, and what came into view was the bright yellow curtain, embroidered with a golden dragon with teeth and claws. When he looked down, he saw that he was wearing a silk nightgown and was sitting on a carved wooden bed that was large enough to roll on.
A torrent of memories that did not belong to him flooded into his mind - Emperor Jiajing, Zhu Houcong, Taoism, Machiavellianism, Yan Song, Hai Rui...
I... My soul transformed into Emperor Jiajing of the Ming Dynasty? ! That top power master who has not been in court for more than 20 years, but can control the civil and military affairs of the entire dynasty?
Before he could finish digesting this shocking fact, the voice urged again: "Your Majesty, hundreds of officials are already waiting outside Fengtian Hall."
Go? Still not going? According to history, in the middle and late Jiajing period, people basically did not go to court. But as soon as I arrived, my eyes darkened...
