At these words, the white cat in her arms rolled its eyes. 'How can she blame this on me?'
"Your Majesty, it's late. You should get some rest. There's no end to these memorials."
Her handmaiden, Spring Orchid, said from behind, her voice tinged with concern.
"I'm fine. It's not yet 1:00 AM."
"Quite a few memorials have piled up over the past few days. If I don't finish them now, who knows how high the pile will get."
Emperor Xia waved her hand, her gaze returning to the stack of memorials before her. Her brow furrowed and smoothed out in turn.
Although her expression remained placid, her shifting emotions were palpable.
She was clearly angered by some of the memorials, but her years of practicing Qi Cultivation allowed her to maintain her composure.
Seeing this, Spring Orchid, standing behind her, sighed inwardly, her heart aching for the emperor.
