The Prince Is All a Slut

The setting sun slanted down the newly painted Yue Prince's Mansion, and the dandy prince sneered while holding the gold-plated divorce letter. The civil servants in the court were spitting and knocking each other's hats, and the border guard general was kneeling to clean the boots of the imperial censor. This absurd world is more exciting than the story. The accountant held the moldy account book with a sad face: the cook in the backyard swept away three carts of rice noodles, the war horses in the stable were so hungry that they gnawed on the pillars, and even the stone lion at the door was carried away by the creditor overnight to pay for the loan. "Your Highness, the coffin shop in the south of the city has come to collect the deposit for longevity materials again..." Before the old housekeeper finished speaking, the prince suddenly caught a glimpse of the small red words oozing out of the divorce document in the palm of his hand: [99% of the Sheji collapse value detected, activate the Shanhe Sheji map system]