In the Great Sheng Dynasty, nine princes vie for the throne, driving themselves to exhaustion in a vicious struggle.
The Crown Prince stays up late until he goes bald, the Second Prince trains in martial arts until he coughs blood, and the Third Prince pretends to be a good man until his fake smile cramps his face.
Having transmigrated into Zhao Shanhe, the Sixth Prince, I look at my devastatingly handsome face in the mirror and the [Anti-Overwork System] in my mind. I can only feel sorry for these people.
In my past life, I was ugly, poor, and pathetic. In this life, I have power and looks. Why not enjoy life instead of fighting over that hard, uncomfortable chair?
Crown Prince: “Sixth Brother, you indulge in every vice!”
Me: “Brother, your beard has turned white.”
Third Prince: “Sixth Brother, you should strive to improve!”
Me: “Brother, your eye bags are practically on the floor.”
I don't just want to sleep. I want to sleep with beautiful women. I don't just want to lie around. I want to do it without a shred of shame.
Then one day, I woke up and found the dragon throne empty, while all the officials shouted in unison:
“Your Majesty, it's time for court!”
I angrily threw off the covers. “Get lost! Bring me my pillow. Anyone who disturbs my sleep again will be sent to the frontier!”
