The next morning, His Majesty summoned Lulu into the palace.
The officials had just left court.
As the New Year approached, it was snowing heavily in the capital. The briquettes in the Throne Room were fully burnt and it was very warm.
However, when they left the throne room, they were so cold that they shivered.
The lords sniffled.
"Sigh, this palace doesn't allow palanquins to enter. It's also a headache. In the future, you have to prepare some thick clothes for the court." The lords whispered to each other.
"The rules of the palace are beyond the heavens, and no one can break them. Sigh, if only I could rest for two more days when it snows heavily." Daren shook his head and muttered.
The lords immediately laughed. They still had two more days to rest.
His Majesty was a warmongering maniac. He couldn't wait for the officials to fight for 365 days a year.
Taking two days off every month was already the limit.
