I’m a Lie-Flat Grand Secretary, and Old Zhu Wants Me to Get Back on My Feet

At the Ming court, everyone thinks I’m crazy: I’m the youngest Grand Secretary in history. His Majesty works through memorials until the third watch every night, and the princes compete to volunteer for missions that will earn them merit, while I sprawl lazily on the Golden Throne Hall floor, lying flat. Even as northern barbarians raid the borders and southern bandits cause havoc, I remain as indolent as mud. Only when His Majesty comes to my residence in person, eyes red, and asks if I can help save the realm do I finally stretch languidly and pull out the twelve memorials on new reforms I wrote long ago.