System 615 suddenly blared an alarm as though it had malfunctioned, leaving Shen Yangge's head buzzing.
Only after a good while did System 615 speak:
[I accidentally disconnected just now. Sorry, host ( p_q).]
Shen Yangge fell silent for a moment.
-I thought you'd completely broken down.
System 615:
[Rest assured, host. If the system breaks down, you will be notified one day in advance.]
Shen Yangge: -So I can scramble to save myself?
System 615:
[No. The notification is only so that you can hurry up and enjoy anything you want to do, and eat anything you want to eat. Otherwise, you'll have to wait until your next life (＞﹏＜).]
Shen Yangge: "..."
More and more people gathered outside the Eighth Prince's Mansion. Among the envoys was a group from the savage wilderness, hot-tempered men who preferred to be blunt.
Whenever anything displeased them or failed to meet their expectations, they made their feelings abundantly clear.
So when they stood there for ages without anyone coming out to welcome them, they were thoroughly annoyed. Even the servant who had initially been standing at the entrance had hurried back inside and shut the gates upon seeing them.
Granted, the servant had said, "The Eighth Prince is feeling unwell and resting. He cannot receive visitors."
But that did nothing to soothe their anger. Instead, it only made it burn hotter.
Several of them rolled up their sleeves, walked up to the gates, and pounded hard on them. "Eighth Prince, is this how your great nation treats its guests?"
"When guests arrive at your door, you ought to come out and meet them, no matter how unwell you feel. Or do you look down on us envoys, Eighth Prince?"
The commoners silently spat in contempt. Many