I transmigrated into the Chongzhen Emperor, and my mind is the Great Ming’s last lifeline!
From the start, in the first year of Chongzhen, Li Mingyuan, a history professor with unparalleled expertise, begins a hard-core campaign to save the empire.
No System, no golden finger. All I have is absolute mastery of the course of history!
Nine-Thousand-Year-Old, the thirty-five million taels you hid in the underground palace of Xiangshan Temple are mine today.
Yuan Chonghuan, your plan to recover Liaodong in five years is a fantasy. The strategy I gave you to pacify Liaodong is the real deal.
I pinpoint every key moment in factional struggles, anticipate every natural and man-made disaster, and start laying plans three years in advance.
I use modern governance principles to overhaul the finances and improve gunpowder and agriculture to the limits of seventeenth-century technology.
The ministers fall to their knees and exclaim, “Your Majesty is truly wise! You can see into people’s hearts and calculate the secrets of Heaven for a hundred years to come!”
In the snows of Liaodong, Hong Taiji cries out, “Can anyone tell me why the Ming emperor can predict my every move?!”
This isn’t mysticism. It’s the overwhelming advantage of four centuries of wisdom and information.
This time, I won’t hang myself on Coal Hill. I’ll make every land beneath the sun and moon belong to the Great Ming, forever unshaken!
“Since I have arrived, the Great Ming will set the rules for the Age of Exploration.”
