The Ming Dynasty: Zhang Juzheng

Everyone in the world knows Zhang Juzheng, and either praises him as the "prime minister who saved the times" who turned the tide, or criticizes him as a dictatorial minister with power over the entire government. Only I, his time-travel disciple, have really seen—— I watched him build a tall building: I used modern wisdom to help him clear his land and promote his education. Taicang is full of silver, nine sides are strong, and the brilliant "Wanli ZTE" was born in our hands. The blood he coughed up while revising the manuscript late at night dripped onto the reform charter I drafted. I saw him entertaining guests: officials from all over the world rushed to join him, and even the emperor respected him as his teacher. I once thought that this tall building we built with our own hands would forever dominate the mountains and rivers. Seeing his building collapse. One piece of edict, ten years of hard work turned into a crime. The imperial plaque "Outstanding Prime Minister" was shattered in court. The jade ring he gave me before he died was as hot as a soldering iron. The pen of history is like a knife, written by people. Only then did we realize that the history books were scrawled and dripping with blood and ink.