Late Ming: I Transmigrated as the Chongzhen Emperor, with Only Five Days Left to Die for My Country

A young Ming dynasty enthusiast wakes up as the Chongzhen Emperor. Good news: He is the Son of Heaven, with three palaces and six courtyards of consorts. Bad news: It is the fourteenth day of the third month in the seventeenth year of Chongzhen, and Li Zicheng will breach the city in just five days. No System, no old immortal mentor, no golden finger. The crooked-neck tree on Coal Hill is already beckoning him. He has only two things to his name: all the Ming history he has read until the pages fell apart, and a Ming Empire rotten to the core. The capital’s garrison has fewer than ten thousand men left. The Guanning cavalry are dragging their feet at Shanhai Pass, and every court official has their own agenda. Five days to snatch a lifeline from the jaws of a doomed emperor. He is determined to remain emperor. And he is determined to save the empire.