Great Ming: I'm on My Deathbed, and You Still Dare to Embezzle the Liaodong Army's Pay?

History / historical power struggles / alternate history about saving the nation in the late Ming When Zhu Youxiao woke, the imperial physician said he had less than three days to live. Wei Zhongxian knelt beside his bed and wept, the Donglin faction waited outside to purge the eunuch faction, and urgent reports from Liaodong said the Jurchens had already sharpened their blades. Everyone thought the Great Ming was about to change hands. But Zhu Youxiao, propping himself up despite his illness, asked, “How many cannons are left in Liaodong? How much silver is in the treasury?” From that day on, Wei Zhongxian became the emperor's blade. The upright Donglin officials were publicly stripped of their power, the salt merchants' silver vaults were pried open by the imperial guards, and the carpenter emperor's desk was no longer covered with birdcages and furniture, but with cannon blueprints. As long as I live, the Great Ming will not fall.