When he opened his eyes, he became the most useless prince Chu Bo in the late Ming Dynasty. He was about to be deposed and sentenced to death in three days. There was no one in the court and no soldiers in his hands. Even the eunuchs of the East Palace dared to step on his face and sneer. He touched the volume of "Chongzhen Long Edition" in his sleeve and suddenly smiled - this was not a desperate situation, this was the chessboard God had laid out for him. From the bloody imperial edict to the nine-border military report, from the hidden stakes of the factory guards to the salt guide in the south of the Yangtze River, he held the lifeblood of the ministers of the Manchu Dynasty at his fingertips, and used the emperor's mind to twist the country that was rotten to the bone inch by inch into his own shape. On the day when the edict of deposing was sent to the Qianqing Palace, he took out his dragon robe with his backhand, and the government and the public knelt down like a tide.
