Late Ming: I Am the Tianqi Emperor

He wakes up as the famous carpenter emperor of the late Ming dynasty. The date is the first day of the ninth month of the first year of Taichang. In the western warm chamber of Qianqing Palace, Li Xuanshi sees him as a pawn for ruling from behind the curtain. Outside the palace, Donglin officials have knelt for two whole hours, demanding that he move his residence. One defeat report after another arrives from Liaodong, and Shenyang and Liaoyang are on the brink of disaster. The imperial treasury at Taicang holds barely a hundred thousand taels of silver, not even enough to scrape together next month's soldiers' pay. Two emperors have died in the space of a month, and the court and country are gripped by fear. No one takes the fifteen-year-old emperor seriously. Everyone thinks he's just a puppet in the hands of powerful ministers, destined to repeat the old course of history. He has no System, no golden finger, and no grasp of profound imperial statecraft. As an ordinary man who has fallen out of nowhere into the world four hundred years in the past, the only thing he can rely on is his knowledge of the history to come. He won't unleash bloody purges or shout empty slogans about restoring the dynasty's former glory. Instead, he chooses to keep his head down and start with the concrete problems, one by one. He reforms the inner court, steadies the outer court, rescues Liaodong, and improves people's livelihoods... He doesn't know how far he can go, but he knows someone has to do something. No one knows that the soul inside this young body has been replaced. All they see is a young emperor who, step by step, gathers a divided people and slowly pulls the Ming dynasty back from the brink. From the day he walks out of the western warm chamber, the history of the late Ming turns in a different direction.