In the fourteenth year of Chongzhen’s reign, the Ming dynasty was only three years away from its fall.
The Ming was beset by troubles at home and abroad.
At home, the Donglin faction was ruining the country and meddling in government, the military was neglected, and peasant rebels ran rampant.
Abroad, the Jurchens watched like hungry tigers, and the Battle of Songjin was imminent.
Worse still, the emperor was Chongzhen.
Zhu Cilang, who had transmigrated here, sighed at the night sky:
It may be a little late, but there should still be time!
Behind him stood an army bristling with killing intent!
Zhu Cilang swept his hand through the air:
Let’s begin!
That’s right!
I, Zhu Cilang, have rebelled!
Your Majesty, long live the emperor!
