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大明：从木匠太子开始！
Abyss Sin Shadow
In 1620 AD, there were still twenty-four years before the fall of the Ming Dynasty. At this time, party strife was raging, the eunuchs had a glimpse of the situation, the Liaodong slaves were becoming more and more powerful, and there was already a chess game inside and outside the court. Time travels through Zhu Youxiao, the eldest son of the emperor. The good news is that I haven't taken the second red pill yet. He stopped. The bad news is that my father's body is a bottomless pit. The adoptive mother, Li Xuanshi, was holding the door of Qianqing Palace, and foreign ministers would look at her face when they saw her. Wang An, a veteran of the Supervisor of Ceremonies, is more than loyal but lacks sharpness. Fang Congzhe, the chief assistant of the cabinet, wants to offend no one. In the court, Donglin, Qi, Chu, and Zhejiang were at loggerheads, and no one cared what the eldest son of the emperor who couldn't read was thinking. The only thing I can rely on is the basic skills I learned from modifying materials in the office in my previous life. ... Before taking the red pill, the palace transfer is coming. Twenty-four years later, whether the Jiashen Incident can be changed or not depends entirely on how this game is played. The emperor is still here, and the world has not fallen. As both a son of man and a prince-if I don't clean up this mess, who will?
In 1620 AD, there were still twenty-four years before the fall of the Ming Dynasty. At this time, party strife was raging, the eunuchs had a glimpse of the situation, the Liaodong slaves were becoming more and more powerful, and there was already a chess game inside and outside the court. Time travels through Zhu Youxiao, the eldest son of the emperor. The good news is that I haven't taken the second red pill yet. He stopped. The bad news is that my father's body is a bottomless pit. The adoptive mother, Li Xuanshi, was holding the door of Qianqing Palace, and foreign ministers would look at her face when they saw her. Wang An, a veteran of the Supervisor of Ceremonies, is more than loyal but lacks sharpness. Fang Congzhe, the chief assistant of the cabinet, wants to offend no one. In the court, Donglin, Qi, Chu, and Zhejiang were at loggerheads, and no one cared what the eldest son of the emperor who couldn't read was thinking. The only thing I can rely on is the basic skills I learned from modifying materials in the office in my previous life. ... Before taking the red pill, the palace transfer is coming. Twenty-four years later, whether the Jiashen Incident can be changed or not depends entirely on how this game is played. The emperor is still here, and the world has not fallen. As both a son of man and a prince-if I don't clean up this mess, who will?