Volume One, Chapter Four: The Crisis of the Great Qian Empire

“Your Majesty, why are you angry again?” Qingwei suddenly appeared beside her with an eerie suddenness, speaking helplessly.

Since the beginning of this year, the Empress’s bouts of anger had become increasingly frequent. At this rate, she was bound to fall ill from the strain.

Conquering the realm was hard, but governing it proved even more difficult.

For years now, the Empress had not enjoyed a single restful night.

The earlier years were better; aside from the perilous year when she first ascended the throne, things had been relatively stable. Yet this year, the fortunes of the Great Qian Dynasty had truly taken a downturn.

First, the faction loyal to the former Crown Prince had resurged, stirring unrest across the land. Then, two vassal lords had formed ambiguous alliances with neighboring states and repeatedly disobeyed the Empress’s orders in secret. Winter arrived early, bringing relentless snowstorms that blanketed much of the Qian territory in whiteness. The resulting disaster froze and starved countless impoverished citizens. To make matters worse, the young princess faced danger, forcing the Empress to relocate her prematurely.

One crisis after another left the Empress, a woman alone, utterly overwhelmed.

“These clans are courting death! They dared to embezzle the relief funds meant for the snow disaster, leaving no resources or grain for the afflicted regions. Over a thousand starving souls perished at the border while they brazenly pocketed the aid. If not for my spies, I might have been deceived. They swear the funds are entirely for the disaster zones, but I see it all lining their own pockets. I truly wish I could have them beheaded in public!” Palace Yu Yan clenched her fists, wishing those clans torn apart a thousand times over.

Yet the clans and the royal house were deeply intertwined. When Palace Yu Yan ascended five years ago, she relied heavily on their support—especially financial backing from the major clans of Great Qian—making it impossible to simply sever ties.

She longed to rein in these clans but feared severing relations outright would spark rebellion and widespread chaos. This tangled dilemma haunted her endlessly, robbing her of sleep.

Qingwei sighed, speaking resignedly, “This year’s weather truly is ill-fated...”

As a mere warrior sworn to protect the Empress, Qingwei knew little of governance.

But the snow disaster was a looming threat in the already unstable Qian court, capable of worsening the situation at any moment.

Over ten thousand ordinary citizens had perished in the disaster.

“And these clans—how can their power be diminished? Nearly seventy percent of the court officials belong to these clans, and with so many on the payroll doing nothing, the treasury is drained dry. We have no funds to allocate and even have to borrow from the clans to cover expenses. It’s humiliating!” The Empress raised her slender jade-like hand to her forehead, feeling a splitting headache. She hadn’t slept peacefully in a long while.

Her policy of appointing officials regardless of kinship had weakened the nation’s strength considerably. Last year, a harsh crackdown backfired, leaving Great Qian’s vitality gravely wounded, nearly to the point of collapse.

So... how could she gradually curb the clans’ power without provoking open rebellion?

This was the most vexing problem weighing on Palace Yu Yan’s heart.

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