A history PhD transmigrates into a destitute scholar. From the start, he is framed for tax evasion, sentenced to thirty strokes, and thrown in prison to await death.
Yet he only smiles.
Because he knows that in three years, Japanese pirates will massacre this place, and the local gentry member who accused him is a traitor selling out his country.
For the provincial examination, he writes an essay proposing firearm designs. Emperor Jiajing marks it with his vermilion brush: “This man shall be my blade!”
From then on, he slays Japanese pirates, pacifies the Mongols, fills the treasury, and rebuilds the Great Ming over the next twenty years.
Until one day, the emperor on the dragon throne asks him in a low voice, “My dear minister, where exactly are you from?”
Lu Chengyu bows.
“I come from five hundred years in the future.
In this life, I have come only to rewrite the history of Huaxia.”
