As a Frontier Lord, It's Only Reasonable to Indulge a Little, Right?

A product of the author's excessive repression. Don't read this with a calm and peaceful mindset.

Wang Xuanjun transmigrated to another world and was exiled to a border territory after being framed by his wicked stepmother. In a world shrouded in eerie black fog, the monarchy has crumbled, leaving the lords to rule independently. Farming, construction, an army, clearing out the monsters beyond the territory, and keeping an eye on the mental state of the people. What do you mean people get so repressed that they lose their minds and turn into monsters? Why not just stop repressing yourself, then? As the lord, even if my border territory is a dilapidated backwater, it's my duty to make sure my people can live in a world filled with sunshine and love!