Boy Activates the Empire System, Recruits an Army, Builds Modern Warships, and Saves a Dying Kingdom

#Comic #ComicSystem #ComicOverview #Comic #Comic #Novel #Anime #JapaneseAnimation #ScienceFiction #System #Trillionaire #Billionaire #top10manhwa ✅Novel Title: Transmigrating to the Ming Dynasty: I Have the Age of Empires System (Thank you for watching! Please leave ❤️❤️❤️ in the comments!) ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Disclaimer: The man—originally a graduate student of modern history—had unexpectedly transmigrated into the Great Ming dynasty, becoming none other than the historically short-lived and inept Emperor Zhu Youxiao! Fifteen-year-old Zhu Youxiao, the eldest imperial son, stood alone before the window; his simple azure robes were already soaked through with cold sweat. The white jade archer's ring on his fingertip spun furiously. It was the dead of night; inside the Eastern Warm Pavilion, a deathly silence reigned. "Your Highness! His Majesty summons you—urgently!" A frantic pounding on the door suddenly tore through the darkness. Outside, Wang An’s voice was fraught with panic. Zhu Youxiao snapped his eyes open, his heart pounding wildly. It had come—the Taichang Emperor would pass away this very night. The national treasury was empty, and factional strife plagued the realm; the Taichang Emperor had sat upon the throne for barely a month before the "Red Pill" claimed his life, leaving the dynasty teetering on the brink of collapse. Within the imperial court, jackals and wolves lay in wait; beyond the borders, the Later Jin forces were sharpening their blades. It was "Hell Mode" right from the start. Yet Zhu Youxiao had long since made up his mind: he would not save him, he would not intervene, and he would not wait. That "Red Pill" was a death warrant; even if he managed to save the Emperor, he would merely be doomed to remain a stifled and powerless Crown Prince. Ultimately, the dynasty would fall regardless. The best path forward was to wait for the Taichang Emperor to ascend to the heavens, thereby allowing Zhu Youxiao to ascend the throne in a natural and legitimate manner. Zhu Youxiao rose from his bed; his attire was already perfectly arranged. He pushed open the door and stepped out; the night wind was biting cold. Beneath the eaves, Wang An waited, bowing low. Upon seeing the young prince—his attire impeccable, his gaze as deep and tranquil as an abyss—the eunuch was struck with sudden astonishment. How was it that His Highness appeared as if he had known everything all along? Inside the Palace of Heavenly Purity, the lamps burned brightly, yet the silence was as profound as that of a tomb. Upon the imperial couch lay the Taichang Emperor, Zhu Changluo; his face was withered and gaunt as dead wood, clinging to his very last breath. "My son..." His voice was faint, rasping like a broken bellows. Zhu Youxiao stepped forward and knelt down, displaying a grief that was pitched to perfection as he choked out: "Father Emperor!" He performed his role with utter sincerity, though his heart remained utterly cold. Zhu Changluo’s withered, skeletal hand reached out to stroke the top of his son’s head—a touch in which guilt, reluctance to part, and deep anxiety were inextricably intertwined. “My time has come; this realm, I now entrust to you.” “In the Imperial Court, you have Fang Congzhe and Yang Lian; within the Inner Palace, you have Wang An and Wei Chao. You must guard against the treachery of men’s hearts and hold fast to Liaodong.” Each word was uttered with difficulty—every sentence a solemn charge entrusting the kingdom to his heir. “Your humble son shall bear this in mind! I vow to restore the Great Ming to its former glory!” Zhu Youxiao prostrated himself, his voice ringing with earnestness. The very next instant, the Taichang Emperor’s eyelids fluttered shut, and his breath ceased entirely. “Father!” A heart-rending cry of anguish rang through the great hall, joined by the collective wailing of the eunuchs and palace maids. In a corner, Lady Li’s face turned ashen, her eyes gleaming with a sinister glint. The Emperor was dead, yet he had not left her so much as a single word! The power and position she had schemed for half her life now stood on the verge of slipping through her fingers! Fear and ambition surged within her simultaneously; she snapped her head up, her gaze as sharp and ruthless as a blade. All the story and images/graphics used in the video belong to their respective owners and I or this channel does not claim any right over them (All credits to the respected owner). Copyright Disclaimer under section 107 of the Copyright Act of 1976, allowance is made for “fair use” for purposes such as criticism, comment, news reporting, teaching, scholarship, education and research. Fair use is a use permitted by copyright statute that might otherwise be infringing.”