The Cold Pass Saves the Day

The endings of some stories are already written from the beginning. In the eleventh year of Chongzhen in the Ming Dynasty, Beijing. The thirty-one-year-old Emperor Chongzhen was sitting on the dragon chair in the Qianqing Palace, facing one urgent memorial after another. There are rogue bandits in the northwest, Tatars in Liaodong, and endless party disputes in the court. What he didn't know was that in a small city on the border of the empire, a young man had just woken up. The young man's name is Lin Ce, but he was once called Lin Yan. He was a doctor of Ming and Qing history three hundred years later, and he had seen the end of this empire. He knew he couldn't change anything. But he still chose to fight. For ordinary people whose names have never been left in the history books. For those innocent people who were massacred when the city was broken. For those border soldiers who knew they would die but still defended the city. For those little people struggling to survive in the torrent of history. ——Even if he fights, nothing can be changed in the end. This is "Han Guan Ming Ming". A historical novel about the borderland in the late Ming Dynasty. A hardcore narrative about desperate situations and choices. A time-travel story with no cheats, no system, and no crushing victory. It's not about how to change your destiny against the will of heaven. It talks about how a person chooses not to kneel in despair.