For the first time in history, the Imperial Court convened at noon — because, according to the new Doctrine of Idleness, "morning energy is for existing, not achieving."
The Emperor sat on his jade throne, looking surprisingly well-rested. "Today's agenda," he declared, "is to discuss the practical application of Li Ming's philosophy of balance."
Across the hall, officials yawned in reverent synchronization.
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Li Ming stood beside Lan Yue, expression as calm as if he were at a tea ceremony instead of a royal summit.
Bai Guo sat on his shoulder, nibbling a ceremonial cookie.
"Why are they all half-asleep?" the bird whispered.
"They're cultivating serenity," Li Ming replied. "It's a form of advanced denial."
Lan Yue pinched the bridge of her nose. "You caused a national trend of unproductivity, and now they're making a committee to study it."
Li Ming smiled. "Progress."
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A scholar in purple robes rose, his beard vibrating with self-importance.
