I Only Want to Lie Flat But Am Forced to Cultivate Immortality

Since the death of Emperor Longping, the era name of Dayong has been changed from Qianyuan to Jingzhi.

Now that Zhao Rong has ascended to the throne, he considers himself the ruler of a rejuvenated era. During Emperor Longping’s reign, the court and the countryside were prosperous, and ministers only reported good news, never the bad. Even if there were disasters or bandits, they were seen as minor troubles, not worth worrying about.

Emperor Longping liked to hear such things, and Emperor Jingxing even more so.

In Zhao Rong’s view, if his eighty-year-old, dim-sighted father could govern the country into a scene of prosperity and peace, he, at only sixty, nearly twenty years younger than his father, should be in his prime, right?

Such a young and capable man like him, how could he govern the nation worse than the late emperor?

"I am a wise ruler, and my country is thriving. Who dares to say that I am not a good governor?"

Zhao Rong lived in his own world. Having struggled to this position at the age of sixty, shouldn’t he be able to enjoy himself now?

Apart from reveling in pleasures, Zhao Rong was not idle. During these days of his reign, he was busy eliminating any potential threats to his rule.

Those who once slandered him for being ruthless and fighting with his own kin were hiding evil intentions and were traitors to the nation, who must be eradicated.