After Dressing up as an Empress, I Struggle to Survive Every Day.

Yun Qingwu has been very troubled recently - in order to find out the secret history of the lost dynasty of Tiansheng Kingdom, she traveled over mountains and ridges for field investigation, but accidentally stepped on the air and fell off the cliff. When she opened her eyes again, she was lying on the carved wooden couch, with a sweet taste rising in her throat. The blood she had just coughed up stained the brocade handkerchief on her pillow red, but the ministers in the palace had already forced her to the couch. "Your Majesty, the troops in the northern border are in urgent need of pay! The Yulin Guards need to be abolished immediately to increase military resources!" Before he finished speaking, the system voice sounded, the Prime Minister is an ambitious man. She forced her sick body to sit up, coughing blood but with sharp eyes: "Last night, the late emperor came into my dream and said that those who abolished the Yulin Guard must have the intention of treason, and the nine tribes will not die well!" The expressions of all the ministers in the palace suddenly changed and they were frightened. Only the regent stepped forward slowly, his eyes passing over the corners of her blood-stained lips, with a bit of playfulness and exploration: "Your Majesty's courage today is not like His Majesty's in the past."