C204 The Cult

At night, in the palace, Lin Yuxian, who was wearing a yellow robe, was writing furiously on the table. On his left side was a pile of reviewed memorials, and on his right side was a pile of memorials even taller than the left. It looked like he would have to wait until midnight again. "Sigh, being an emperor is really too tiring!"

It had already been ten days since he had ascended to the throne