[A useless little emperor determined to become a wise ruler VS a young chief minister who wants the world in chaos]
This is a dynasty that cannot be found anywhere.
Is it Song? Ming?
After the college entrance exams, Song Nian went to Beijing on a trip, only to accidentally fall from the walls of the Forbidden City.
When she woke up, she discovered she had transmigrated to an unheard-of dynasty: Lin.
One look at her identity: Emperor.
Song Nian gave a disdainful smile. She considered herself well-read in historical fantasy novels from Qidian and had devoured every kind of palace-intrigue power fantasy. She'd even watched Empresses in the Palace, Ruyi's Royal Love in the Palace, and countless other costume dramas a hundred times over. A mere emperor's campaign was nothing she couldn't handle. She was determined to fulfill her ambitions and realize her grand plans.
One look at the situation:
At home:
The empress dowager rules in the emperor's name and holds all power. The chief minister is so powerful he stands as her equal.
Powerful clans run rampant, selling official posts and embezzling public funds. Such corruption is commonplace.
The north is rife with war, while natural disasters plague all four borders. The government spends more than it earns, the court imposes ruinous taxes, and the people flee their homes and even resort to eating their own children. The land is in misery.
Abroad:
The Di kingdom has declared its king independent, while the Hu tribes raid the borders.
Looking at all this, Song Nian breaks into a cold sweat. “Even the chosen one would end up as the ruler of a fallen dynasty in this world.”
