When Ling Yun woke up, he saw a line of blood-red words floating above Emperor Chongzhen's head:
[Zhu Youjian, luck value: -999, the king of subjugation, his life will be short-lived]
The string of numbers was like coagulated blood, beating slightly in the dim palace.
"Uncle Emperor, you are finally awake."
The young man in the dragon robe knelt in front of the bed, his eyes were red and his voice was hoarse: "They forced Wei Zhongxian to death. They said they were clean, but they were more greedy than the eunuchs. The treasury was empty, and the soldiers in Liaodong had not been paid for three months. Three days ago, I wanted to transfer three million taels of tax money for emergency relief, and the Minister of the Ministry of Revenue said it would be used for disaster relief - but over there in Shaanxi, there is no harvest, and the children are exchanged for food."
He grabbed Ling Yun's hand, his knuckles turning white: "Uncle Emperor, I can't hold it anymore."
