Emperor, Open the Door. I Am the Imperial Censor in Residence!

The seventh year of Jingchu in the Great Wei Dynasty. The huge empire looms in the north, with a vast territory and a strong military, seemingly as unbreakable as the ice on the lake. But inside it, the imperial power is weak, the bureaucracy is corrupt, there are many clans, and the classes are solidified. The ice is full of dense cracks, which will be shattered in an instant with just a light step. A delicate balance is maintained between king and ministers, enemies and friends, and the current prosperous age is maintained tacitly. But the balance was broken by a person who was unexpected by everyone. Instead of stepping lightly, he jumped in with a 200-pound pig in his arms. "Sir, the impeachment materials are ready. You can just read them during the morning session." "Don't call me your lord, you are my lord, you will be the imperial censor, and you can play the role of the emperor yourself!"