Murong Yue felt dizzy and lightheaded after just one glance at the words on that memorial.

The characters, resembling mutated tadpoles, made it impossible for her to distinguish between up, down, left, right, east, west, and north.

I am a zombie, not a human!

Why should we read books?

Murong Yue's avoidance was noticed by Ahao, who also felt sorry for His Majesty, who had just recovered from a serious illness but still had to attend court and review memorials.

But what could she do?

After rolling her eyes around, Murong Yue stuffed the memorial into Ahao's hand.

Ah Hao quickly knelt down, held the memorial above his head, and dared not look at its contents.

His tone was both urgent and fearful.

"Your Majesty, please forgive me!"

Murong Yue tilted her head and looked at her, "Get up."

Ah Hao stood up tremblingly, still not daring to look at the memorial, and placed it neatly on the dragon's desk.

Murong Yue was very dissatisfied, "I won't look."

"His Majesty..."

Ah Hao didn't understand politics, but she felt sorry for His Majesty. She wanted to say, "If Your Majesty doesn't want to watch, then don't watch."

But she was just a palace maid. If she said such things today, she would be accused of bewitching the emperor and dragged out to be executed by slow slicing tomorrow.

Whether or not to read the memorials is a decision only His Majesty can make.

Just as the stalemate was at hand, the Imperial Preceptor arrived, accompanied by a young apprentice.

As soon as the person entered, a strong smell of medicine wafted in.

Murong Yue frowned.

She didn't like the taste.

Ah Hao looked to Li Xuanji for help, as if he had seen a savior.

What happened?

Ah Hao was speechless, not knowing what to say.

Murong Yue crossed her arms and said, "I'm not looking."

Li Xuanji understood. If His Majesty didn't want to read the memorials, that was fine. Although His Majesty still had lingering effects, the sense of responsibility ingrained in his bones would not be lost.

"Then let's look at it tomorrow. One day won't make a difference."

"If it's really urgent, the Prime Minister will bring it up."

With the Imperial Advisor saying this, Ah Hao was relieved.

"Is this medicine for His Majesty? This servant will take it."

Ah Hao took the initiative to pick up the medicine bowl, first picked up a silver spoon, scooped a small spoonful and put it into his mouth.

A bitter taste shot straight to the top of my head.

After waiting a few breaths, she felt no discomfort except for the bitter taste, so a new silver spoon was used to put the medicine into the bowl.

He handed it to Murong Yue.

"Your Majesty, it's time to take your medicine."

Murong Yue's food usually undergoes two processes of testing for poison and samples are also kept for preservation.

During meals, sometimes Ah Hao would test for poison, and sometimes other palace servants would do so.

However, when it comes to things like taking medicine, Ah-hao personally tests the poison.

Murong Yue frowned. The contents of the bowl were dark and smelled terrible, even worse than the worst-tasting brain.

I won't eat it.

Murong Yue shook her head.

Li Xuanji stood with his hands at his sides, saying, "Your Majesty, you're recovering quickly after taking the medicine. Now that you're feeling better, I'll take you out for a stroll."

Huh?

Why does that sound so familiar?

A big pie suddenly appeared in Murong Yue's little head...

Going out to play is indeed very attractive.

But if she had to eat such unpalatable food, she felt it was better not to go out and play.

Murong Yue stubbornly uttered two words, "I won't eat."

She understood; it was medicine, something humans take when they are sick.

She's not human, and she's not sick, so she doesn't need to take medicine.

Murong Yue used the majesty of the emperor to demonstrate what it means to start something new. Sorry, then I won't start.

Ah Hao, holding the bowl of medicine, looked to the Imperial Advisor for help once again.

What should we do? His Majesty refuses to take his medicine.

After thinking for a moment, Li Xuanji could only resort to his trump card, "Your Majesty, after you take the medicine, I'll take you out to play."

Murong Yue looked at him with disbelief.

"when?"

“Uh, tomorrow,” Li Xuanji thought strangely, if His Majesty took the medicine and his condition improved, he would definitely be busy with state affairs tomorrow and wouldn’t go out to play.

If His Majesty does not recover, he may not remember going out to play tomorrow.

Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow, how many tomorrows there are! Since there are so many... well, we can just postpone it...

Murong Yue's mind was like a scale, sometimes thinking about taking her medicine and going out to play, sometimes thinking about not taking her medicine and running out to play on her own.

After hesitating for a moment, I picked up the bowl of medicine and tried to bring it to my lips.

puff!

He spat out all the medicine.

"I won't drink it!"

It tasted awful; she felt like her newly grown internal organs were about to shatter.

That old geezer, he's just lying to himself!

The way Murong Yue looked at Li Xuanji was exactly the same as how she looked at an idiot.

This also hurt Li Xuanji.

His Majesty refuses to take his medicine, no matter how much we coax him. We can't just force him, can we?

The only thing I could think of was adding the medicinal herbs to the steamed fish in batches.

That's the only thing we can do.

With the medicine issue resolved, it's finally time to review the memorials.

Ah Hao stopped the Imperial Advisor who was about to leave, "What if His Majesty still doesn't read the memorials tomorrow?"

Li Xuanji also had a headache, and sighed to the sky, "I can only take His Majesty to play."

He thought to himself that he should write a letter to the Emperor Emeritus and ask His Majesty's father to come back and take care of her.

Murong Yue was overjoyed that she didn't need to take medicine or read tadpole-like characters.

After everyone else had left and she was the only one left in the hall, she no longer wanted to pretend.

He flopped back onto his big bed, arranged the blankets in a circle, and lay down inside the circle.

"It's so good not to be human."

She had little need for social interaction, and with nothing to do in the afternoons and evenings, she would just laze around in the Hall of Supreme Harmony.

And then there's eating.

As expected of the head steward of the Imperial Kitchen, Chief Steward Zhu knew that to win someone's heart, you must first win their stomach. Chief Steward Zhu discerned His Majesty's changing preferences through subtle clues.

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