Imperial Palace.
Great Celebration Hall.
The current Emperor Da Song was in his forties, with a refined appearance, adept in painting flowers and birds, and was fond of practicing Taoism.
By this time, the morning court session had passed, and he had purposefully retained a few individuals to discuss state affairs in the rear hall.
"The Northern Barbarians are once again encroaching on the border..."
"There's a severe drought in the Central Plains, and the disaster relief funds have been completely plundered by corruption..."
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As the discussion progressed, an expression of weariness inevitably surfaced on the Emperor's countenance.
How could he not see that the Imperial Court was on the decline, with the national strength waning?
Alas... he had the desire to eliminate the traitors but lacked the power to reverse the heavens!
