At the age of five, he knelt on the coal mountain and looked at the last imperial edict of the previous dynasty.
Six words in the blood letter: Zhu family's blood and bones, live on.
A thirty-eight-year-old soul was stuffed into the body of a five-year-old child. One second he was drinking coffee in an office building, and the next second he was being carried out of the Forbidden City by an old eunuch. There is no cheat finger, no system panel, and no opening of 100 million. He only has a five-year-old body, a refugee thief as a bodyguard, a burden that hides a shocking secret, and thirty-eight years of memories that have seen the evil in people's hearts.
In the first ten years, he only did one thing - live.
Following the order to shave their heads, the Daming Palace soldiers stepped on corpses and floated to the other side with rotten wood in their boats. He learned one thing: in this world, you can either die on your knees or fight your way out standing.
At the age of fifteen, the baggage is unpacked. Maps, jade pendants, and Chongzhen's suicide note. He finally knew who he was - the last bloodline of the Ming Dynasty. But he does not intend to be the banner of the restoration of the country, he wants to be a chess player.
Refugees turn into intelligence dealers, bandits seize power in their dens to train troops, and the black market earns their first pot of gold. Three years undercover, two years in hibernation, and a comeback. By the time the Qing court noticed a businessman named "Qin Jiu" in the south, he already had 30,000 elite soldiers, ten secret cities, and an intelligence network covering six provinces. Each of the ten ladies held a title, and the money, soldiers, spies, doctors, and vassals were responsible for the education, and the harem was the court hall.
Kangxi asked: Who is this person?
He smiled and said: Your nightmare.
Top level strategy, please read Chapter 3. If you can't keep me, I lose.
