Xue Feng opened his eyes and found himself standing in the Hall of Supreme Harmony.
Qin Shi Huang stood on his left, Emperor Wu of Han on his right, with Li Shimin and Zhao Kuangyin behind him.
The greatest minds of five thousand years had gathered for one goal: to build the Ming Dynasty from scratch.
Zhu Yuanzhang slammed the table and stood up. "What do you want me to change?"
He abolished hereditary artisan households, established an institute for scientific research, and built an ironclad fleet. But the nobles fought back, the gentry cut off supplies, and the old factions watched his every move. Every step was a walk along the edge of a blade.
He would usher the Ming Dynasty into the industrial age three hundred years ahead of schedule.
While the West had yet to emerge from the Middle Ages, the Ming Dynasty would already be roaring with steam and flying its ironclad banners.
This time, he would make up for every regret. But there was no turning back on this road: the old world had to be uprooted, root and branch.
