You Forced Me to Take the Throne: What’s Wrong with Killing a Few More People?

A wisp of a ghost from a thousand years in the future drifted in, and the court of the first year of Jingkang was filled with the scent of freshly baked promises.

Your Imperial Majesty, there is a stone beyond the passes that sounds like a wooden fish when struck. They say it fell from the Western Heaven's Thunder Sound Temple. Would Your Imperial Majesty like one?

Your Imperial Majesty, there is a woman in the Uyghur lands whose body gives off a strange fragrance. They say butterflies circle around her and never leave. Would Your Imperial Majesty like to meet her?

Your Imperial Majesty, there is a precious blood coral in the Eastern Isles, over seven feet tall and glowing with rosy light. Such a treasure ought to be placed in Father Emperor's treasury.

Under Zhao Huan's constant enticements, Zhao Ji completely lost himself.

Mine, mine, it's all mine.

Li Gang: "Your Majesty, funds for the army and supplies are running short at the front."

Zhao Heng: "Ouyang Xun, confiscate a few more mansions belonging to high ministers to fund the army."

Yue Fei: "Your Majesty, the Mongol cavalry move unpredictably. I request permission to establish a Divine Engine Battalion."

Han Shizhong: "Your Majesty, the cities in the Western Regions are filthy. I ask that we be allowed to burn them when necessary, to keep plague from spreading through the army camps."

Zhao Huan: "I don't care what you do. I only want the same written language and the same tracks for carriages, and for everyone in the land to speak the official language."

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.