I transmigrated to the fifteenth year of the Chongzhen reign, carrying three hundred years of future memories, and witnessed the Ming Dynasty's realm crumble with my own eyes.
I had hoped to pacify the rebels, put an end to the humiliation of the coming centuries, and remain in the past forever to save the world.
But from my position of power, I watched Chongzhen's suspicion and ingratitude drive loyal men like Sun Chuanting and Zhou Yuji to their deaths.
Then I finally understood: the imperial feudal system was an insoluble vicious cycle. A brief golden age could never awaken a nation.
Without the trials and bloodshed of modern times, there could be no rebirth of New China from the flames.
The Imperial Astronomical Bureau detected a rift in the sky. The only way home in a thousand years lay before me.
Having come to a troubled age, I must not disturb its course. That is my true intent.
It's completely different from the mentally retarded plots in many bad streets.