The culprit was engrossed in reviewing a memorial, her gaze not on the memorial itself, but rather strikingly similar to the expression she wore while playing games in her past life.
Sun Miaoqing shuddered. How could anyone like going to work? Isn't that insane?
[Being an emperor is clearly so tiring, yet so many people are vying for the position. If I were to work overtime until late every night, getting less than six hours of sleep, I simply couldn't survive a single day.]
[Judging by the workload of this chubby orange cat, no wonder it eventually died from exhaustion. What a waste of its life...]
Emperors are never short of shrewdness, and the chubby orange is a prime example.
Despite the turmoil within him, he remained outwardly composed, diligently reviewing the memorials. However, his fingers gripped the memorials so tightly that a closer look revealed the prominent veins on the back of his hands.
So, he actually died from exhaustion?
After a long while, the big fat orange exhaled a breath of stale air.
No one is indifferent to their own life and death, and the emperor is even less so!
However, dying from overwork is not so unacceptable, because it means that the emperor's power remained in his hands until the moment of his death.
And it's not because the royal family's greatest taboo, but also the most common, is the tragic human relations of fathers not acting like fathers and sons not acting like sons, or the loss of military power.
Once you understand this, making changes isn't difficult; all you need to do is take some time to rest regularly.
The chubby orange cat put down the folded paper in its hand, stretched, stood up, and slowly walked outside.
"Come with me for a stroll in the Imperial Garden."
Sun Miaoqing was stunned for a moment, then quickly put down what she was holding and followed along with a bewildered Su Peisheng.
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