The old locust tree with a crooked neck in Meishan was the end of Zhu Youjian's previous life. In the cold wind of March 19, the seventeenth year of Chongzhen, the thirty-four-year-old emperor ended the precarious Ming Dynasty with a piece of clothing, and also ended his seventeen-year career as an emperor. He remembered that the last thing he saw was the firelight rising into the sky from the direction of the Forbidden City, the hustle and bustle of Li Zicheng's army pouring into the capital like a tide, and the bone-gnawing regret in his heart - if he had not been so stubborn, if he could have sorted out his finances earlier, if... He had been given a chance to be reborn, "In this life, I will not allow the Ming Dynasty to fall again."
