Meu Pai é Chongzhen? Então Só Me Resta Rebelar

March, the fourteenth year of the Chongzhen reign.

This was the third to last year before the fall of the Great Ming Dynasty.

If nothing unexpected happened, in three years’ time, Li Zicheng would lead his rebel army to storm the capital.

When that day came, Chongzhen would hang himself on Coal Hill, and the entire Ming Dynasty would meet its demise.

Following that, the Qing forces would enter through the passes.

Then came the genocides of Jiading and the ten-day massacre of Yangzhou, followed by the enforced shaving of heads and changing of attire across the land of China.

China was destined to endure three centuries of dark rule.

Alas!

Zhu Cilang, who had traveled through time, sighed deeply, filled with concern for the future of the Ming Dynasty.

But in his view, there was still time.

And everything was to begin tonight.

In the next moment, Zhu Cilang slowly turned around.

Before him appeared a dense and formidable army.

No fewer than three thousand strong!

Each soldier clad in heavy armor, their faces solemn.

These were his own personal crown prince guards.

According to Ming regulations, a crown prince could only take residence in the Eastern Palace upon reaching the age of fifteen, and only then could he have his own retinue.

But Zhu Cilang was only thirteen this year; by all rights, he should still live within the imperial palace, not the Eastern Palace.

Yet, since arriving a month ago through time, Zhu Cilang had insisted on moving to the Eastern Palace.