Eighth month of the seventh year of the Tianqi era. Zhu Youjian suddenly opens his eyes.
He is standing before his elder brother’s coffin, while Wei Zhongxian kneels nearby, weeping bitterly.
In his previous life, it took him seventeen whole years to bring down the eunuch faction, only for him to end up taking his own life at Coal Hill.
This time, as he looks at Wei Zhongxian, who is feigning loyalty, he suddenly smiles.
“Eunuch Wei, I recall you have an estate in Xishan? The scenery is lovely. Why not grant it to me?”
Wei Zhongxian looks up in astonishment, unable to understand why this puppet emperor has suddenly changed his tune.
And the real changes are only just beginning…
