In the autumn of the sixth year of the Tianqi era, Liu Chengsi, a history PhD, transmigrates and discovers he has quietly become entangled in a carefully woven conspiracy.
Before him is the White Lotus Society’s bloodstained blade; behind him, the Jinyiwei are conducting an investigation. He has no household registration, no known origins, no System, and no golden finger. But his mind holds the fate of the Ming dynasty across its 276 years of history.
[Autumn floods in Haizhou, the Liu Yingyuan clan scattered: you know the complete family tree of Liu, the Prince of Xin’s birth mother.]
[Shanxi merchants sell out their country for profit: you know the exact date and route.]
[The Donglin faction appears to be in decline, but is secretly stirring: you know the schemes of these hypocrites.]
[The Jisi Incident, when Huang Taiji took a detour through Mongolia to enter the pass: you know this three years before anyone else.]
No System. No status screen.
But you know the origins and consequences of every disaster, every spark that ignites a mutiny, and every powerful minister’s weakness.
History itself is the greatest golden finger.
Chongzhen: “My uncle is both my teacher and my family.”
Huang Taiji: “When did the Southern Court produce a man like this? Investigate his background at once!”
Sun Chuanting: “He carries an army of a hundred thousand in his mind.”
Li Zicheng: “How does he know everything?”
From a refugee fleeing in desperate straits to standing at the pinnacle of Ming power, Liu Chengsi holds to one belief.
“Make the Ming great again!”
