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The faint buzzing of the instrument gradually awakened Yang Ming from his deep slumber.

He slowly opened his eyes to a projection simulating the starry sky, with the edges of his vision filled by somewhat unfamiliar surroundings.

Yang Ming quickly came to his senses and immediately sat up.

The maid behind the screen promptly turned on the floor lamp.

"You're awake?"

The maid gently reported from behind the screen,

"His Highness went to attend a business meeting, and it is now almost noon. Do you need some water and nutrition?"

"Just a glass of warm water, please," Yang Ming replied as he leaned back into the sofa, prompting the maid to start moving.

Yang Ming scanned the room, placed his watch in front of his eyes, and gently tapped it, causing a series of messages to pop up.

Greetings from Miss Windsor.

The Third Prince's side's reaction to last night's mafia cleanup event.

And a rather critical one...