1856 Starts with the Family

Traveling through 1856, I became the last great Ming Taizi on the west coast of North America. What I carry with me is not the system, but the imperial seal and the entire "Tiangong Kaiwu". Victorian era? An empire on which the sun never sets? When my steam paddle steamer crashes through the Strait of Georgia, when the "Chongzhen Seventeen Years Type" rifles produced on the assembly line fire a salvo, when the Longxing Railway crosses the Rocky Mountains... The British Governor trembled at the negotiating table: "Your Excellency, this is against imperial rules." I pointed to the red territory on the new world map: "Rules?" "From today on, Xinming's steel is the rule." ——