In the Ming Dynasty, My Father Is Zhang Juzheng

Everyone said Zhang Ruolan was blessed. Her father, Zhang Juzheng, had risen to high office at a young age, and her three older brothers cherished her like the apple of their eye.

Zhang Ruolan, who had transmigrated here, could only smile bitterly. "Hah, if you had this kind of blessing, would you want it?"

At the time, Wanli had yet to ascend the throne, and Zhang Juzheng still had thirteen years to live. There was still time to change everything.

Looking at Zhang Juzheng, whose hair had turned white before he was even fifty, Zhang Ruolan said more than anything else, "Father, please take a break!"

Zhang Juzheng soon noticed that something was different about his daughter. The gentle girl who had always been devoted to Buddhism was now going out every day, and he had no idea what she was busy with.

A busybody came to complain to Zhang Juzheng that she was behaving unbecomingly for a young lady. But Zhang Juzheng replied, "Lan'er has always known her boundaries. She would never do anything improper. Let her be."

Her three older brothers, who had always strictly followed the rules, were even less polite to the person who had complained.

Zhang Ruolan was deeply moved. She had the best parents and brothers in the world.

Remembering the tragic fate her family had met in history, she threw herself into her work even more.

Several years later, Wanli ascended the throne. With his power growing, he resented Zhang Juzheng for keeping him under strict control all those years. He ordered people to seek out talented individuals, planning to replace Zhang Juzheng.

One day, Wanli secretly left the palace to meet with those talented individuals.

But he waited a long time, and no one came.

Wanli stood up, about to leave in anger, when a young woman in a veiled hat, who had been sitting by the window all along, rose with a smile. "The talented people you're looking for, skilled in strategy, writing, engineering, and more, are all me!"

Later, Zhang Juzheng asked his daughter how many secret identities she had. Zhang Ruolan looked a little troubled. "I've lost count, too."

Theme: With enough effort, people can overcome fate.