Who Says the Apocalypse Only Knows How to Be a Carpenter?

He wakes up to find himself the famous carpenter emperor of the late Ming dynasty.

It is the first day of the ninth month in the first year of Taichang. In the western warm chamber of the Qianqing Palace, Li Xuanshi treats him as a bargaining chip for ruling from behind the curtain. No one takes the fifteen-year-old Son of Heaven seriously.

As an ordinary man dropped out of nowhere into a world four hundred years in the past, the only thing he can rely on is the broader historical perspective he has gained.

He chooses to steady himself and bend low, starting with each concrete task at hand.

He does not know how far he can go, but he knows that some things need someone to do them.

When someone asks if he is tired, he holds up five fingers and says with a smile, "I can keep working for another five hundred years!"