Writer's block. Serious writer's block.

Today, after finishing my business, bathing, fasting, and changing clothes, I, the Son of Heaven, sat down to write. But I sat here from seven in the evening until now and only managed to squeeze out a little over a thousand characters.

I suspected I had caught it from a friend called True Fool Elder.

Writer's block! Ultimate writer's block! Such agony!

I could only take a day to regroup. Two updates tomorrow.

I, the Son of Heaven, hereby swore to Emperor Yuan of Jin Rui: this oath was as unbreakable as his promise of an annual premium membership!

(End of chapter)