In the first year of Zhengsheng in the Song Dynasty, the imperial capital Bian Jingcheng.

Although it was almost the third update at this time, the Hanyuan Hall was still brightly lit.

The guards on duty around the palace maids stood quietly outside, and no one dared to disturb them.

"Bang"

Wu Qianlan threw the last memorial in his hand directly on the dragon's desk, and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Everyone in the world wants to be an emperor, but they don’t know how much pressure they have to face when sitting on this throne!

Since she ascended the throne, she has not slept safely for almost a month.

Suddenly when the late emperor passed away, a weak woman was forced to ascend the throne to the emperor temporarily. There were many people who were dissatisfied with the government and the country.

With internal and external troubles, the State of Song was already in danger at this time.

Outside, there are the Northern Liao and Western Xia, and they are always ambitions, and they often tear grass valleys on the border to invade their own people.

In the court, there is a confrontation between the East and West parties, which only care about power and fame and fortune, and never deal with political affairs.

However, in the face of this situation, I have no choice.

If it weren't for the time when my father was alive, the people's hearts would be quite useful, and Wu Qianlan felt that it would be impossible for him to last this month.

However, this already fragile people's hearts have become precarious with the emergence of a rare flood in Jiangnan.

Natural disasters and man-made disasters all came, and she didn't know how long she could maintain the stability of the world.

But at this moment, she was really tired, so she slowly closed her eyes and prepared to rest for a while.

"If there is a next life, I would rather be born in the home of the people!"
Chapter completed!