I transmigrate into Zhu Qizhen of the Ming Dynasty, and from the start I'm dealt a hellish experience package:
I'm handed an army of half a million, given a luxurious private tent north of the desert, and gifted a bonus bundle of “the entire court wants me dead.”
Lounging in a Wala tent and gnawing on a lamb leg, I look toward the capital and sneer. “Little brother, is the throne uncomfortable? I've got a wool cushion here. Borrow it for a while.”
From the prisoner-of-war camp, I make my way back to the capital and seize the throne... No, the imperial jade seal.
This time, I'm tearing up this rotten script and rewriting it!
