A Small Border Magistrate: I Really Don't Want to Be King.

In the twilight years of Shuo Fan, harsh governance was rampant, aristocratic families annexed land, and refugees were everywhere. Qin Zheng was just a small county magistrate in a deserted county in the northwest border. I don't ask for much in my life, just a bowl of hot tofu and a plate of pickles, to protect the people in the territory and live a stable life. However, powerful people are exploiting them, the courts are dim, and the flames of war are pressing closer every step of the troubled times. They can only cultivate the fields to accumulate grain, rectify the official administration, appease the displaced people, and barely protect themselves. But as the territory became increasingly stable, rumors began to spread. Everyone in the government and the public believed that I had hidden ambitions, deliberately separatist rule, and plotted against the world. Everyone says I am aiming for the top spot. I was the only one who held my forehead and sighed: The conscience of heaven and earth, I really don't want to be king!