As soon as I ascended the throne of Hell, the judge rushed in crying, dressed up and holding the ledger, "Your Majesty, the national treasury is going to explode!" It was actually my mortal wife. She burned paper day and night after I "died" of illness, and even printed my face to make tens of billions of ghost coins, which directly destroyed the underworld's economy - ghost messengers had to carry a cart full of money to buy a bowl of Meng Po soup. What's even more irritating is that she was bewitched by a liar and wanted to sell her ancestral home to me as a way to repay the sun.
