Outside the customs, Huang Taiji was busy sharpening his sword; in the court, the remaining members of Wei Zhongxian's party were not yet dead; there was a severe drought in Shaanxi, and refugees were everywhere; the Liaodong frontier army demanded pay, but the national treasury only had 370,000 taels left.
Everyone felt that Zhu Youjian was just the last scapegoat of Ming Dynasty.
But they don't know that I know better than anyone how this dynasty will die.
Seventeen years later, that tree in Meishan should have been waiting for me.
Kill the eunuchs first, and then rectify the dynasty; stabilize Liaodong first, and then pacify the bandits; whoever dares to bet on the country of our ancestors, I will sacrifice his head to the flag first.
In this game, I will compete with Huang Taiji for the world, compete with the civil servants for power, and compete with destiny for the destiny of the Ming Dynasty.
This time, I will not be the king of subjugation.
