On the first day when I became emperor, I thought I would be fine from now on.
As a result, he was dragged up at four o'clock in the morning to go to court. The dragon robe he wore had nine layers, and more than a hundred people were kneeling underneath, each holding a booklet that they wanted me to approve.
Plan A: The military pay is short of 300,000 taels.
Plan B: Flood damage requires 50,000 taels to repair embankments.
Plan C: Commercial tax has been reduced by 40%, but we still need to reduce taxes?
I sat on the throne and pinched my thighs - I came to be the emperor, not to be a project manager for the whole world.
What's even more outrageous is that a voice suddenly popped up in my head:
"The large internal volume system has been successfully activated. The novice's mission: solve the waste of food ingredients in the imperial dining room within three days."
I looked down at my dragon robe, and then looked up at the plaque of the Golden Palace.
——So, I just changed my work station? A slightly larger work station?
