After breakfast, Shen Yangge left his room with dark circles under his eyes. Last night, a certain someone had been an absolute beast, downright depraved.
He felt that all his effort had earned him nothing, and secretly regretted helping those people. Honestly, putting things off for another few days would have been fine.
Now he had put himself through hell, while everyone else reaped the benefits.
How could he have been so stupid?
Shen Yangge sighed for the 306th time. Old Eunuch beside him had heard so many sighs that his ears were practically growing calluses. Unable to help himself, he asked, "Lord Shen, what's wrong? Is there anything you need done?"
After speaking, Old Eunuch gathered the other eunuchs, intending to hear what he had to say. Looking at this group of servants only gave Shen Yangge a worse headache.
He waved them away, telling them to get on with their duties, then headed toward the court himself.
He walked at a fairly leisurely pace. On the surface, nothing seemed wrong, but in truth, walking was uncomfortable, and his lower back ached terribly.
When he finally reached the Golden Throne Hall, he found the line where he belonged and joined it. The officials all widened their eyes at the sight of him. Some even raised their hands to rub their eyes in exaggerated disbelief before asking:
"Lord Shen, are you going to fetch your bride after court?"
For all their exaggerated reactions, Shen Yangge knew that his outfit looked particularly festive. Anyone who didn't know better really might think he was off to fetch a bride.
After the people around him shot him a glare, the official who had asked immediately shut his mouth, then smiled and cupped his hands in apology. "My apologies. I misspoke. Please don't take