Chapter 175: Worker's Resentment Soars to the Heavens

The next day at dawn, the Great King was sleeping soundly when Zhao Ba came to wake him; the Great King's morning grumpiness was quickly condensing into something solid.

How does he feel like he just fell asleep?

What time is it?

It's just past the Yin hour, Your Highness; time to get up!

Ah! What am I, the king, supposed to do upon waking at the Yin hour? Keep the night watch?

Your Highness forgot, you have to attend court today. The officials need to start preparing at the Yin hour; it's already late for you! You also have to rush from the west of the city to the imperial palace. To let you sleep a bit longer, today's breakfast will be eaten in the carriage.

Great King: … I think I understand why his father keeps escaping court every few days.

So what exactly are those three dark-eyed chickens fighting over?! I could just carve out a county and be the boss—there aren't that many rules! My little council will open right after dawn!

Great King struggled to open his eyes… couldn't. Who invented this midnight court?! What's the point of dragging out the long day?

If it really doesn't work, just work overtime at night!

Great King painfully clutched his head: 'Why isn't it me getting married?! Second brother just got married and was given extra days off—now I envy him!'

Zhao Ba: ……

Get up, Your Highness—you won't even make it to your wedding today.

As the Great King struggled to get up, he muttered: 'From the creation of heaven and earth, from ancient times to now, even the most wronged ghost doesn't have as much resentment as I do right now!'

Zhao Ba stifled a laugh while helping the Great King dress; upon seeing that the attire was still that of a feudal lord, he immediately felt more listless—so many layers, how hot will this be!

He began changing his muttering: 'I'm not hot, I'm a ghost! I'm not hot, at the very least I'm a ghost king!'

Zhao Ba: ……

The neighbor Ling Yin, hearing the commotion, came out to take charge of this 'ghost', helping Zhao Ba lift the Great King onto the carriage.

This guy kept his eyes half-closed the whole time, not even wiping his face or brushing his teeth to shake off sleepiness, and breakfast was outright cancelled.

As soon as the Great King got onto the carriage, he lay flat—sure enough, it was as hot as imagined.

'Throw the curtains open—open them all to let the breeze through!' the Great King said, his voice weak and listless.

Fine, anyway no one's watching the Great King in the middle of the night.

Ling Yin and Zhao Ba opened all the side windows and front curtain; seeing his pitiful state, they could only urge him to catch a bit more sleep: '…We still have a while to reach the palace, Your Highness, go ahead and sleep.'

The Great King fell completely asleep.

When the carriage arrived outside the imperial palace, the officials preparing for court had already gathered. In the distance a carriage swayed into view; a glance, then another—why is it empty?

Since there were no curtains on the carriage, it was obvious at a glance—no one inside at all……

Who would have thought that even after coming this far, someone would still be lying flat asleep.

When the carriage drew near and stopped, Zhao Ba climbed in and lifted the Great King up; only then did everyone confirm there really was someone inside……

Many began glancing at the Prince of Yu standing at the front—turns out the privilege to attend court isn't limited to just the Prince of Yu. This little one is also present, and the Prince of Guangling will surely come after his wedding? They thought the emperor was starting to groom the heir apparent; early this morning their minds raced through eight hundred ideas to analyze the situation, but it turned out to be just this?! They thought it was some new signal, and wasted their analysis.

The Great King slowly got down from the carriage, slowly moved to the rear of the court line and took his place. Everyone bowed in turn, greeting the Prince You; 'Prince You, please go ahead.'

The soulless Prince You raised his hand: 'No need for formalities, do as you please.'

No matter what this noisy bunch of old-timers said, the Great King just lifted his hand like a beckoning cat, as a greeting.

He thought, 'Maybe give me a break; this king only has half of his three souls and seven spirits, can't understand human speech—could you just pretend you didn't see me?'