The Remnants of Embers: a Generation of Tiansi Ming

[Non-system + ancient + political strategy + wild history + fine chaff (not brainless)] In the autumn of the 23rd year of Chenghua, Li Hao became the puppet emperor in Dasheng. Emperor Chenghua died suddenly in the main hall, his dragon robe stained with his own blood. Before he died, he wrote three words on the yellowed paper: Jingtai Heritage, Chixing, Qishan. The waiters didn't dare to speak. When the Queen Mother arrived, the blood-stained curtain had been burned. The seventeen-year-old prince Li Hao ascended the throne next to his father's corpse and became the loneliest puppet in historians' writings. In this imperial city that was taken over by his relatives, he had no one to trust, except for a jade jue that his father had hidden in the mezzanine of the royal study room - it was engraved with the name of the country that had been destroyed for nearly a hundred years and had been erased by Emperor Taizu's explicit order: Jingtai. If someone can recognize this Jue, he is his noble person; if no one can recognize him, it is a dead end. On the northern border, the Huo family army, which had been deprived of food and grass, was facing the iron hooves of the barbarians and the urging edict from the imperial capital alone in the wind and snow. As a result, the secrets under the ruins, the puppets on the throne, and the lonely ministers holding military power are about to be led to a truth about the survival of the empire by a piece of jade hiding old sins.