I traveled through time and became Zhu Yousong.
It was Emperor Hongguang who sat in Nanjing for a year and was finally dragged to Beijing by the Qing army to be beheaded. History books say that he was mediocre and incompetent, addicted to wine and sex. The first night I passed through, I stood on the palace wall and heard the minister behind me whisper: The emperor drank too much again.
I remembered that before time travel, I was sitting in the defense room and my instructor asked me: "If you were asked to go back to the first year of Hongguang, what could you do?" I said: "Nothing can be done. The structure has collapsed and no one can hold it up."
Now I am that structure. North of the Yangtze River, the Qing army sharpened its sword. South of the Yangtze River, the four towns in the north of the Yangtze River were killing each other. Zuo Liangyu supported his own troops in Wuchang, and the treasury only had enough to pay for another three months. According to the original trajectory, this court will die within a year.
If you don't take back your military power, you will die. If you don't win people's hearts, you will die. If you don't go to the Northern Expedition, you will die. I chose the path I least wanted to choose - kill first, save others later.
Six volumes later, the historian opened the draft of the Northern Expedition message that I had personally corrected. Under the last line of ink, I vaguely saw three words: No killing.
That's what I originally wrote. I later painted it out.
