The greatest appeal of history has never been its unchanging cycles, but the fact that people can triumph over fate.
The late Ming was supposed to fall, supposed to be destroyed, supposed to descend into a century of darkness;
But an emperor is reborn, having seen through the hardships of a turbulent age;
And a transmigrator arrives, bringing technology from ages to come.
Old rules cannot hold back a new era,
Entrenched bureaucracy cannot stop the tide of history,
And even a fated national collapse cannot stand against two hearts determined to save the realm.
The old guard clings to the past, steeped in regret day after day;
The newcomers forge the future, rising to the top one step at a time.
The Ming Dynasty's darkest hour ends here;
The golden age of Huaxia begins here.
Love is always there in thousands of rivers and mountains, can you vote for me?