Reborn as the Eunuch Wang Cheng'en, I Slaughter the Qing Army and Revive the Ming

March 19, in the seventeenth year of Chongzhen. Coal Hill, Beijing. When I opened my eyes, the Chongzhen Emperor’s body was still warm. I had transmigrated into the body of Wang Cheng’en, the eunuch Chongzhen trusted most. I had no System, no golden finger, only a modern mind steeped in history and an imperial edict written in Chongzhen’s blood as he lay dying. From Coal Hill to Nanjing, from the Huai River and Yangtze region to Beijing, from the fall of the Qing to the founding of a new dynasty, this is the story of a transmigrator who used his own flesh and blood to hold China’s backbone upright once more. History has changed. This time, the Great Ming will not fall.