Under the dancing candlelight, Xiao Ming is dealing with the mountain of official documents in front of him

these days, I don't know if he's got a cute brain. Every day, he moves back a pile of official documents and runs to my room to do it. After that, he sleeps on one side of the soft couch.

"ha..." I looked at his frown and yawned greatly. It seems that being an emperor is not an easy job, but also a night shift.

"Yan'er, go to bed earlier if you are sleepy." Some hoarse voice came, he did not look up at me, still frowning to deal with the pile...