In the second year of Chongzhen, the Ming dynasty has only fifteen years left.
As the heir to the Prince of Tang, I’m in hell mode from the start. My uncle wants to kill me, my grandfather wants to disinherit me, Chongzhen wants to lock me up, the court wants to impeach me, and the Jurchen want to slaughter me...
Then the minds of fifteen emperors enter my head all at once. They can talk, but they can’t lift a finger.
Every time I think I’m about to die, my ancestors start flooding my mind with messages:
And that’s not even the best part. A fan chatroom suddenly opens in my head.
Zhu Yuanzhang, posting furiously: “Kill them! Kill every last one of them!”
Zhu Di, offering tactical advice: “Cavalry, circle around the left flank!”
Zhu Houzhao, spamming excitedly: “I’ll teach you how to act crazy! Drool! Roll your eyes!”
Zhu Youxiao, uploading blueprints: “Flintlock plans uploaded. Have the craftsmen build this!”
Uncle’s at it again (Hot)
Yu Qian joins the group (Zhu Qizhen logs off immediately)
Chongzhen comes online (trending page crashes)
Fifteen years on the clock, fifteen ancestors online with advice.
Some teach me warfare, some teach me to act crazy, and some teach me how to make money.
Some are in charge of crying, some of cursing, and some of shouting, “Nice!”
Later, when the Qing army invades, I give an early warning.
On the day the Shanxi merchants are brought to justice, the chatroom floods with a hundred thousand comments.
When the tulip bubble bursts, the Dutch beg for mercy on their knees.
I stand atop Beijing’s walls, looking down at the prisoners kneeling across the ground.
The chatroom in my head updates automatically:
The Ming restored to glory (Hot)
Zhu Yuanzhang posts through his tears: “My realm... has come back...”
