I Am Not Wanli

In the tenth year of Wanli, Zhang Juzheng was about to die. When I woke up, I became the Wanli Emperor who had been scolded by history books for four hundred years. Liquidate Zhang Juzheng? No, I want to preserve his law. Abandoning the exam, stopping the father-in-law, and allowing the officials to counterattack? No, I want people to discuss it and the law cannot be abolished. Cut off Feng Bao, investigate the Zhang family, establish Hai Rui, clear Huangzhuang, set sea taxes, and rectify Liaodong. The civil and military officials of the entire dynasty thought that the young emperor had finally taken charge. Only I knew that the real crisis of the Ming Dynasty had just begun. This time, I will not be Wanli hiding in the palace. I want the account books to be in order, the officials to have their schedules, the army to have adequate pay, the maritime trade to have taxes, and the border towns to have laws. I want this waning empire to grow back the bones of a prosperous country and a strong military.