If a person were unfortunate enough to return to the sixth year of Tianqi.

At this time, the great edifice was about to collapse, the eunuch faction ran rampant, officials schemed against each other, and the people lived in misery.

Factional strife still continued.

In the misty, rainy Jiangnan, scholars still indulged in pleasure, and beauties sang and danced gracefully.

The refugees were clothed in rags, hunger had reached its limit.

In Liaodong, the Later Jin cavalry were sharpening their blades, eyeing the world like tigers.

And just at this moment, James Bolton donned the fish-patterned robe, with the Embroidered Spring Blade at his waist.

He became a Jinyiwei captain of this era, renowned throughout the land for his brutality and violence.

In this unreasonable age, he happened to become the one person who least needed to reason.