After a sleep, he suddenly became Zhu Yousong, the Hongguang Emperor of the Southern Ming Dynasty. In front of him was the fate decreed by the history books: a year later, the city was broken and captured, and Ling Chi was executed. Under the dragon's chair, the four towns in the north of the Yangtze River were self-respecting. Lin and the Ma Ruan party in the DPRK were fighting endlessly. The national treasury was empty, and the Manchu cavalry was sharpening their swords. I, a mediocre vassal king with "seven things that cannot be established", insist on changing my fate against the will of heaven - rectifying the capital camp, making my own sharp sword, innovating firearms, and using barbarians to control barbarians, even if I marry pirates and violate the Qing Dynasty. The people in the court scolded me for corrupting the general order, and the powerful generals in the army laughed at me for not knowing current affairs. But I know very well that all these calculations and infamy are just to earn the last breath for the Han family on the edge of the precipice of the end of the world. This is a time when the time traveler is about to collapse the empire, rewriting a new history.
