I, Guo Daxia, Refuse to Be a Tyrant of the Great Ming

When I woke up, I was the emperor of the Great Ming. One moment, I was fighting the Mongols in a bloody battle atop the walls of Xiangyang, my inner energy spent. The next, I was lying on the dragon bed in the Palace of Heavenly Purity, barely clinging to life. A deadly chill was spreading through my body. Eunuch Wei Zhongxian’s cronies were everywhere in court, while Prince Xin, Zhu Youjian, clenched his fists and waited for me to breathe my last. They all thought I was still the foolish emperor who did nothing but carpentry. But now that I was back among the living, some people weren’t happy about it. The dishes from the imperial kitchens were poisoned, and the eunuch who sampled them dropped dead on the spot. But me? I ate every last bite. Only then did Wei Zhongxian and Zhu Youjian realize: this emperor couldn’t be poisoned to death. The Embroidered Uniform Guard wouldn’t obey my orders? Then I’d take it back. A peerless master sneaked into the palace to assassinate me? Then I’d beat him to a pulp. In my previous life, I failed to hold Xiangyang. In this life, the Later Jin want to breach the passes? Hmph. Not a chance.