The seventh year of the Apocalypse, August 22nd.
When he woke up, he became Emperor Chongzhen who was about to ascend the throne.
He knows the ending - seventeen years later, there will be trees with crooked necks and three feet of white silk in Meishan.
But this time, the script is not in the hands of the civil service group, nor is it in the hands of Hou Jin.
He circled five names on the list for his first day on the throne.
They come from different places, have different identities, and carry their own secrets.
They don't know that there are others like her in this city.
They didn't even know that the young man who had just sat on the throne today had been waiting for them for a long time.
The war in Liaodong, the tax bank in Jiangnan, the refugees in Shaanxi, the secret arrows in the court...
The last seventeen years of a dynasty will be rewritten, stroke by stroke, starting from today.
And the first thing he has to do is to make them believe——
He is really salvageable.
A man and five women traveled through the late Ming Dynasty, and only he knew each other's identities.
