Transformed into a Princess of the Late Ming Dynasty: Invincible

From time to time, the shouts of officers and soldiers came from the top of the city wall:

"Go to Jinan Prefecture, where they will distribute grain and land."

Just like a formality, after saying a few words, he retreated into the city wall and continued to warm himself by the fire.

At the Yongding Gate, at the disaster relief site opened by the government, long queues formed in front of dozens of porridge shops, and dozens of soldiers stood on both sides of the porridge shops, ready to prevent the refugees from revolting.

In one of the porridge shops, a chef poured the thin porridge, which was slightly oily, from the pot in front of him to the refugees in front of him, and said to the person next to him without turning his head:

"Wang Wu, tell me, these military officers upstairs are shouting every day, asking these refugees to go to Jinan Prefecture. Jinan Prefecture not only distributes food and clothes, but also provides work. Why don't these refugees go?"

After saying that, he poured a large spoonful of porridge to the refugee in front of him. Looking at the person in front of him, his hands were as skinny as chicken claws, without a single bit of flesh on them. They were like a piece of old skin, dryly wrapped around the bones. He felt a pity in his heart.

Li Si, who was also distributing porridge nearby, couldn't help but think to himself:

In this cold winter, they were asked to walk from the capital to Jinan Prefecture without any food or fodder. Rather than dying on the road, it would be better for them to eat porridge in the capital. At least by drinking porridge, there was a chance that they would survive until spring.

If Her Royal Highness the Princess had not beheaded hundreds of officials at the Meridian Gate a few years ago, severely punished corrupt officials, and took control of the Beijing military camp, I'm afraid even the porridge shop wouldn't be able to operate today.

Although this thin porridge with a little oil and water seems useless in the winter, it is still a mouthful of warm food.

However, Li Si looked at the soldiers around him and knew that he couldn't say such things casually, otherwise he would be beheaded and his family would be implicated.

Li Si thought for a while and said:

"Once the heavy snow passes, these people will head south to Jinan Prefecture."

As the winter sun sets, the pale moonlight, carrying a bitingly cold wind, blows mercilessly across the entire northern land.

Just before the sun rose, under the moonlight, a burst of hurried horse hooves sounded towards Shuntian Prefecture. As the horse hooves sounded closer, a repetitive sound came from afar.

Eight hundred miles, urgent! Open the city gates immediately!

Eight hundred miles, urgent! Open the city gates immediately!

At the foot of the city gate, the messenger handed over a token of proof and was then pulled up to the city wall in a basket.

After a month and a half, the news of the defeat of Sun Chuanting's army of more than 100,000 at Tongguan finally reached the capital.

With the arrival of the 800-li express train, a burst of hurried horse hooves broke the silence of Chang'an Street. Officials at all levels had just gotten up and were packing their luggage, tidying up their appearance, and listening to the horse hooves outside the door.

Who has the guts to gallop on horseback on Chang'an Avenue in the early morning?

As the first rays of sunlight shone on the city of Beijing four hundred years ago, the glazed tiles of the imperial palace emitted a golden glow. Inside the Qianqing Palace, Chongzhen, who was about to go to Taihe Gate to attend court, looked gloomily at the 800-mile express military report handed to him by Wang Chengen.

Sun Chuanting died in the battle of Tongguan and his body was never found. His second wife, Zhang, jumped into a well with Sun Chuanting's three concubines and two daughters and died. In Xi'an Prefecture, the King of Qin surrendered to Li Zicheng with his wives, concubines and children. The entire Qinlong territory, including the western Shanxi mountainous area, fell, and the government troops on the three borders all surrendered to Li Zicheng.

Zhu Youjian looked at the 800-mile express in front of him and clenched his fists tightly. My army of more than 100,000, as well as the border troops of the entire northwest defense line.

Without these more than 100,000 troops, the entire northern region will fall, and the hundreds of thousands of troops in Shanhaiguan cannot move. Once they move, the entire capital will be attacked from both sides. Thinking of this,

Zhu Youjian could not help but laugh in anger, looking up to the sky and shouting:

"It seems that I am not fit to be a wise ruler. I am the ruler of a ruined country!"

"Kunxing, you've achieved your goal. Over the past few years, the princes of various regions have either died or fled. Without resorting to any trickery, you've perfectly reduced the power of the princes. And it was done so thoroughly that even their descendants have been wiped out."

"Even the local noble families were wiped out completely. Those who did not surrender to Li Zicheng would be killed by Li Zicheng, and those who surrendered to Li Zicheng would naturally not be spared."

Chongzhen couldn't help but think of the Fu Lu Banquet prepared by the rebels when Luoyang fell three years ago. He used Li Zicheng to eliminate all the aristocratic families in the north without bearing any reputation.

"What a great trick!"

Then he looked at Wang Chengen who was kneeling on the ground. Wang Chengen had followed him since he was still Prince Xin. He hoped that Mian Chu would be nicer to these old ministers in the future.

Zhu Youjian turned his head and looked at the table. He had been reviewing documents until midnight last night, and there was still some unused pen, ink, and blank documents left. He sat down and started writing, and then a big seal was stamped on the paper by Zhu Youjian himself.

Zhu Youjian picked up the letter he had already written, came to Wang Chengen who was still kneeling on the ground, and said:

"Cheng'en, get up."

Wang Chengen, who was kneeling on the ground, stood up and lowered his head to face Zhu Youjian.

"Go to Jinan Prefecture and personally deliver this letter written by me to the Prince of Yan."

Speaking of this, Zhu Youjian emphasized the two words "Prince of Yan".

"Let her lead the troops into the capital and make preparations. I will abdicate the throne to her."

Wang Chengen, who was originally listening to Zhu Youjian's instructions with his head down, was slightly dazed when he heard this, and then looked at Zhu Youjian with moist eyes.

Zhu Youjian looked at the man who had followed him for more than ten years, and then patted Wang Chengen on the shoulder:

"Go ahead. It will take some time to march south to Jinan Prefecture, and it will also take some time for Mengzhu to gather troops, horses, and food."

Seeing Zhu Youjian stepping out of the Qianqing Palace alone, Wang Chengen immediately knelt in the direction of Zhu Youjian and said loudly:

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

Half a month later, Jinan Prefecture. The original Jinan Prefecture had long been burned down by the Qing army that marched south. The current Jinan Prefecture has no city walls. Houses on the roadside are built along the street, surrounding the mansion in the middle in circles. A straight road extends from outside the city to the city center.

Wang Chengen, accompanied by four guards, traveled all the way from the capital to Jinan Prefecture in just one month despite heavy snow blocking roads and mountains.

At the new Prince of Yan's Mansion, Xiaohuan and Mansui both knew Wang Chengen. When they saw Wang Chengen requesting to see Prince of Yan, Xiaohuan and Mansui looked strange for a moment, then said:

"Let's go, I'll take you to see Her Royal Highness the Princess."

In a hall, Wang Chengen looked at the woman who was standing high up and whose appearance was a little blurry. Then he thought that in the future, she would be the first emperor in history to inherit the throne, and an emperor who would rule the world by force. Then he knelt on the ground and was about to speak.

Suddenly I thought that since entering the palace, these two personal maids, who are in charge of the financial power, did not call the King of Yan, but called him Princess as usual.

Then he changed his words and said:

"Greetings to Her Royal Highness the Princess"

Then he took out a letter from his pocket:

"Your Majesty has written a letter personally, requesting the princess to lead the troops into the capital."

When Xiaohuan saw Wang Chengen holding the letter with both hands, she picked it up and handed it to the incarnation of Zhu Mianzhu on the high platform.

Since this incarnation is an incarnation of divine power, it has the thinking ability of Zhu Mianzhu. It glanced at the letter in front of it and communicated with the cosmic channel. A hidden wave followed a thin line, crossed the space, and went from the end of Ming Dynasty to the continent of Teyvat.