The Heir Apparent Doesn't Want to Attend Court

I am Master Chen. The idea of ​​writing this book came from a picture - a young man taking a nap against the palace wall, with two shiny walnuts exposed from his sleeves. Everyone was on their way, but he fell asleep standing up. But if you look closely, you can see that his fingertips are tight. What I want to write is this: You can lie flat on the surface, but your bones cannot be loose. Shen Che has been pretending to be trash for eight years. It's not that I want him to pretend, but his identity as "Proton" forces him to pretend. But after pretending for a long time, he found that he was more awake than anyone else - he could see clearly the lines in the court and the seams in people's hearts. He doesn't engage in technology to cultivate immortality, he doesn't have a harem, and he doesn't rely on the system. Only one thing to do: let the seemingly laziest prince turn the entire court's underwear inside out. If you also like the feeling of "the calmer he is, the more nervous you are for him", click on the first chapter. Before the walnuts cracked, people were already moving.