The Battle-Hardened King's Lame Excuse

After Ting Ri lay down at three last night, he couldn't fall asleep until now—eleven o'clock.

He had to go out at noon, so he had no choice but to drag himself out of bed.

Even after Ting Ri came back, his brain definitely wouldn't be usable. Playing games would be fine, but I was afraid using it to write would waste your money.

I'd better get up early tomorrow and come back with an update.