Ming Dynasty Chongzhen: Isn't It Reasonable That I Can Summon My Ancestors?
Transmigrating into the body of Emperor Chongzhen, Zhu Youjian, I was granted the power to traverse sixteen dynasties of Ming. At this moment, rebel forces were storming the capital—a calamitous beginning. Steeling myself, I ventured to the Hongwu era to persuade my ancestor, Zhu Yuanzhang. Together, we proceeded to the Jianwen period seeking reinforcements. I had not anticipated, upon lifting my gaze, to witness Zhu Di, terrified beyond measure, falling to his knees with a thud and exclaiming in disbelief, "Father? How are you not dead?"
Ming Dynasty Chongzhen: Isn't It Reasonable That I Can Summon My Ancestors?
Chapter One: The Sixteenth Emperor of the Great Ming Pays Homage to the Grand Progenitor, the Supreme Emperor!
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(A novel is not a history book; let’s just enjoy it for what it is. Be good, leave your logic at the door.)
The Seventeenth Year of Chongzhen.
March 16th.
Coal Hill.
“My ministers have led me astray. I die with no face to meet my ancestors. Remove my crown and cover my face with my hair. Let the rebels divide my body, but do not harm a single commoner!”
The echoes of his recent outcry still rang in Zhu Youjian’s ears. With a dazed expression, he reached out to touch the crooked-necked tree, then turned and ordered, “Cut it down.”
“Yes, Your Majesty,” Wang Cheng’en replied in a hushed voice, quietly drawing the curved blade he carried and hacking away at the twisted tree, stroke by stroke.
“If I had come just a little later, all the beauties of the harem and the princesses would have already taken their own lives for the country. Chongzhen himself is at the end of his rope, ready to hang from the crooked-necked tree.”
Zhu Youjian sat down on a large rock nearby, sinking into deep self-doubt. “Of all the dynasties I could have been sent to, why did I have to land in the seventeenth year of Chongzhen? Is my luck truly so bad? I have lived with compassion for years…”
“Being emperor for a single day, I’ve enjoyed no blessing—only disaster. Li Zicheng is about to storm the capital, and apart from stubbornness, Chongzhen has nothing left!”
Wang Cheng’en looked at his desolate figure, fighting back tears as he tried to comfort him. “Your Majesty, the rebel army is still a hundred miles away. There must be
