When Will I Die?

According to historical records, Empress Zhaode succeeded to the throne in the fourth year of Guangning. The following year was called the first year of Zhaode. She was fifteen years old and reigned for fifteen years. She died in the fifteenth year of Zhaode. During his reign, he was diligent and caring for the people, benevolent and courteous, maintained good neighborliness and peace of mind, and created a prosperous era of great virtue. Later generations praised her and gradually deified her. Subsequent dynasties honored her many times. People often called her Empress Fengqing or Xuannv Fengqing. The beginning of all this was just a lonely soul from another world who accidentally broke into this place. When you come back from the dead and know that you are an emperor, Still the kind who could see the King of Hell at any time Plus, your subordinates won't listen to you and can only be used as mascots. Feng Xiaxuan could only look up to the sky and shout: "When will I die!" After waiting for death for a few days, Feng Xiaxuan felt that her identity was indeed a waste. She was now the third generation of the emperor. I conquered the country, and my brother managed it for a few years. Then he died of exhaustion. She, the frail eldest daughter, was pushed up. Why choose her? This was the result of mediation by all parties, because her status was high enough, her body was too weak, and she could not get married and have children. She was very happy and sad, and even a cold wind could take her away. She was destined to live less than thirty, and she would not pose a threat to the little prince. She could only laugh at this! The abacus is really good. She could only kneel in the Ancestral Temple, look at the tombs of the two previous emperors, and ask sincerely: "When will I pass away!" The little eunuch on duty outside the door was so frightened that he knelt down and cried in his heart, Your Majesty has gone crazy. This is just a very rough idea. It is most likely about infrastructure construction. There is a male protagonist, but the male protagonist has not figured it out yet. The high probability that the heroine will die in her thirties remains unchanged, so collect it with caution. The writing is scummy, so just let your imagination run wild. Intention: Maybe it can grow like a summer flower, or it can be as heavy as Mount Tai.