In short, the next morning, Lin Cuo's stress level truly reached zero for the first time.
The system even offered an extremely unserious explanation.
[Soulmate relationship: stress gain significantly reduced.] [Maternal comfort from an older woman: stress greatly reduced.] [Overall stress: 0.]
When Lin Cuo joined the imperial military affairs call, feeling refreshed and invigorated, Li Xingke had already worked for fourteen hours straight. The instant he saw Lin Cuo, he knew nothing good would happen today.
"Duke of Liang, why are you so full of energy?"
"Though I toil over affairs of state for the Son of Heaven, I remain positive. This proves that Great Han's leadership is brimming with vitality."
"Speak like a normal person!"
"I'm handing the E.U. follow-up issues over to you."
Li Xingke fell silent for a moment, then placed a hand on his sword hilt.
"Duke of Liang, say that again! What exactly are you planning to hand over to me?"
"Smilas's military takeover, order in Paris, the Saint Party's excessive enforcement, the detention of judges, Leila's prison break, and future elections, of course."
He had been debating whether to draw his sword, but stopped halfway through the list, his face filled with a peculiar bewilderment.
"Wait. What do you mean, Leila's prison break?"
"That's the next phase."
"What do you mean, the Saint Party's excessive enforcement?"
"They demonstrated a high degree of personal initiative on the ground."
"What do you mean, Smilas's military takeover?"
"You've already seen the news about that."
Li Xingke stared at him. "What I'm asking is, why does Great Han have to deal with it?"
Lin Cuo answered quite naturally, "Because we did some of it."
The video call went utterly silent. Li Xingke slowly released his sword hilt. This was no longer something killing him could