Chongzhen: I Am the King of Subjugation

On August 11, the seventh year of the Apocalypse, a soul unexpectedly came to the Ming Dynasty where the old and the new were changing. From then on, a brand new Emperor Chongzhen appeared. "It is impossible to be Machiavellian. It is impossible to be Machiavellian in this life." "We can only ransack homes and kill people like this." "Wei Zhongxian, it's up to you whether you want to die as a fellow Taoist or as a poor Taoist." "When Li Zicheng came to Beijing, he found tens of millions of taels of silver. Now you are using these hundreds of thousands of taels to fool me?!" "Severe drought? Heavy rain? No food among the people? Isn't the food in those gentry's warehouses?!" "Mr. British, from now on the troops of the Mingjing Camp will be handed over to you." "Mrs. Yipin Gaoming? No, you are Uncle Zhongjie, Marquis Zhongzhen, and Duke Zhongguo of the Ming Dynasty!"