Reincarnated as Zhu Qizhen, at the most humiliating moment possible: right after losing 500,000 troops at Tumu Fortress and being captured?
Li Shimin looks at the felt tent and the Oirat warriors before him, and smiles.
In his previous life, he conquered the realm on horseback, ruled during the Zhenguan era, and was honored as the Heavenly Qaghan.
In this life, his body is a little weaker, the situation a little worse, and there are a few more enemies.
But so what?
And so, on a blood-soaked night in the Oirat camp, the emperor breaks out of captivity with his bare hands.
And so, beneath the walls of Beijing, Yu Qian and the others await not an envoy seeking peace, but a young emperor bristling with murderous intent, who wants Yu Qian to become “the Wei Zheng of this age.”
And so, in court, he looks down on his ministers: “You may wish to become the last loyal subjects of the Song, but I intend to usher in another Zhenguan era!”
He trains a new army, reforms the civil service examinations, lifts the maritime ban, and pacifies the Japanese pirates.
While the world still dreams of a conservative Ming, his fleet is already sailing into the deep blue, and his railways are stretching into the distance.
Zhu Qiyu: “Elder Brother, you’ve changed.”
Li Shimin: “No. It’s the world that needs to change.”
