Chongzhen: From Prince of Xin to the Empire's Revival

The year is 1627, the seventh year of the Tianqi reign.

My name is Zhu Youjian. I am the Prince of Xin of the Great Ming, and soon I will ascend the throne as the Chongzhen Emperor.

But I have another identity: I am a transmigrator from the twenty-first century.

I remember every page of history:

The eunuch faction runs rampant, the Donglin officials bring ruin to the country, the northwest suffers a severe drought, and Liaodong falls.

Seventeen years from now, Li Zicheng will capture Beijing, and I will end it all with a strip of white silk, hanging myself from that old locust tree on Coal Hill.

That end is still seventeen years away.

It’s enough time to behead everyone who should never have been in power, burn every memorial that would ruin the country, and drag out, one by one, all the enemies still lurking in the shadows.

Does Wei Zhongxian think the new emperor will be easy to bully?

Does Hong Taiji think the Great Ming is a pushover?

Do those corrupt officials, powerful families, and parasites think they can keep sucking the lifeblood from the Ming?

Then let them see what a transmigrator carrying four hundred years of memories can do with a game that seems lost.

This time, there will be no Coal Hill, no white silk.

Only the Great Ming, beginning anew beneath the sun and moon.