Chongzhen: This Ming Dynasty Can Still Be Saved

Waking up, Xia Yan becomes Zhu Youjian, the Prince of Xin, whose imperial brother has just died. Tianqi has passed away, Wei Zhongxian holds absolute power, and the court is so dangerous that he dares not drink a sip of water, carrying half a wheat cake in his sleeve to guard against poison. He has at most three days before the Nine Thousand Years old eunuch figures him out and dares to strike. There are still seventeen years until he hangs himself on Coal Hill. Within three days, he must make his first move. Wei Zhongxian thinks the new emperor is a soft persimmon—calling him 'Master,' letting him preside over the coronation, and politely sending Lady Ke out of the palace to retire. The Nine Thousand Years old is relieved, and all the eunuch faction in the court is relieved. Only Wang Cheng'en sees that the young Son of Heaven, in the shadows beyond the candlelight, slightly curls his lips. He doesn't know that the soul inside this shell has read four hundred more years of late Ming history than Wei Zhongxian. He thinks of that crooked-neck tree. There are still seventeen years, but not to wait for death. This Ming Dynasty can still be saved.