Great Ming: His Son Zhu Changluo—Please, Wanli, Step Down

[Non-pure-brain historical political intrigue · not farming · court struggles; the author is a veteran of institutional power struggles]

After transmigrating, he discovers he has become the most useless crown prince of the Great Ming.

For thirty-two years he endured humiliation, his court robes patched with repairs, his birth mother imprisoned until she went blind, his father using 400,000 mu of fertile land to favor another woman’s son, and in the end he drank a bowl of red elixir and died, becoming the emperor who was laughed at for only a month.

This life? He won’t endure it anymore.

Does the entire court think he’s easy to bully? He sees through everyone’s cards at a glance—who is greedy for money, who wants power, who mouths loyalty to the emperor while secretly selling out the country. It’s all in his grasp.

The Donglin Party thinks it can use him as a banner? He turns Donglin into the spear that charges ahead.

Wanli thinks the crown prince is easy to bully? Once he kneels, he makes the world pin the emperor to the pillar of shame.

Consort Zheng and Prince Fu are still dreaming of the throne? He remembers clearly exactly how they died.

He knows every turning point in the collapse of national fortune from his previous life of three hundred years.

Which general will die unjustly in prison? He’ll rescue him. Which genius was buried? He’ll dig him out. Which war will destroy the nation? He’ll lay plans ten years in advance and crush it.

The civil official faction, the poisonous harem women, the Liaodong cavalry, the Jurchens beyond the passes—all of them are pieces on his board.

And what he must do is not become a good crown prince.

It is to tear apart this empire, rotten to the core, and rebuild it from bone and flesh.

He reads people’s hearts more accurately than ghosts and gods, handles power politics three steps faster than everyone else, and when he draws the blade, not a single court official dares breathe.

Is thirty years enough to save the Ming?

He doesn’t know. But it’s enough to make everyone kneel and shout—Long live the tyrant!