“Worry of the ruler is the shame of the minister; the shame of the ruler is the death of the minister.” Grace Bennett left, and Mr. Charles Carter softly recited these two lines, then stood up and walked into the house. On the simplest wooden bed in the bedroom, there lay a beautiful woman. Although she was not stunningly gorgeous, she gave off an extremely close and natural feeling, lying there quietly as if she were asleep.

“Feng’er, I didn’t find anything interesting in the books today, but that little rascal from big brother’s family caused some amusing trouble, and even said the phrase ‘worry of the ruler is the shame of the minister; the shame of the ruler is the death of the minister.’ I don’t know where that little scoundrel heard it from, but the more I think about it, the more profound it seems. It could be said to be the best phrase to describe the relationship between ruler and subject, master and servant. And what he did today was also quite interesting…” Sitting by the bed, Mr. Charles Carter’s face was full of warmth as he gently recounted what had just happened.

In the vast and prosperous The Carter Family, amidst the bustling Jade Capital City, there was such a wild forest, and such a place as this.

Chapter Six: So That’s How It Is

The The Carter Family library was incomparably huge, even larger than the National Library that James Carter had visited in his previous life. It was a building as if land cost nothing. James Carter had no interest in these things now.

Diving headfirst into the library, he thought, “To do a good job, one must first sharpen his tools.” Even if he didn’t want to accomplish great feats, he absolutely couldn’t live as muddleheaded as the original James Carter.

Otherwise, if one day he was schemed against and got his head smashed in again, or was bullied like a puppet emperor, that was something James Carter absolutely could not accept.

Upon entering the library, James Carter was shocked by the abundance of books inside. Soon, he discovered something even more delightful. It was truly different from being an ordinary person—he didn’t even need to search for anything himself. As soon as he entered, a steward led hundreds of library staff to line up and greet him.

James Carter entered a huge, bright, and luxurious room, where a faint fragrance refreshed the mind, and the furnishings were extremely exquisite. All kinds of snacks and drinks were available.

Whatever category he wanted to read, he only needed to say a word, and soon countless people would bring books in an endless stream.

He had people bring up hundreds of books of various kinds at once and placed them beside him, then had everyone leave. He thought to himself, if only there were a beauty by his side…

At the thought of a beauty, the image of that exquisite, naked body from before involuntarily surfaced in James Carter’s mind. But he quickly shook his head, because right after, he thought of that chubby, white fatty Edward Grant.

No, he had to find a way to figure out what was going on.

After calming down a bit, James Carter picked up a book on the history of the Mingyu Dynasty. At the very least, he needed to understand who the emperor was. It was really a shame for the original James Carter—as the head of one of the five great families, he was so muddleheaded about the emperor’s situation. He vaguely remembered that when he inherited the family headship, even the emperor came to attend, yet he didn’t know the emperor’s name, reign title, or even some basic history—he only remembered the word “emperor.” That’s just ridiculous.

But James Carter’s eyes stayed on the page for less than a few seconds—just enough time to read a line—yet he was amazed to find that he remembered every detail on that page with perfect clarity.

Reading ten lines at a glance? No, even that wouldn’t be this fast. It was almost like scanning—completely unbelievable. But the problem was, he could recall everything in his mind, even James Carter himself was startled. Could it be that the original James Carter was a genius?

Impossible. According to his memories, he would get sleepy as soon as he read, couldn’t get through two lines before dozing off, and never read at all.

And in his previous life, he was just an ordinary person, not some super genius. So why was this happening now?

This situation even scared himself. The Carter Family then flipped through a few more pages, each one quickly passing by. Then he closed the book and thought about its contents—he could remember even the punctuation marks and the traces left by others flipping through the pages.

At that moment, James Carter almost had the illusion that his brain had turned into a computer. Computer—James Carter immediately focused his mind and entered his sea of consciousness to check the notebook inside. There was no change there, and his brain wasn’t connected to the notebook.

James Carter himself was confused, but he couldn’t help feeling a bit excited and thrilled, because this feeling was just too amazing. He sped up his reading, finishing a thick book in just over ten minutes. And as he read further, he could even guess what would happen next in many cases.

His mind had never been so clear and sharp. From the bits and pieces recorded in history, he could even deduce many things that would happen later. Even if some things were different, he could imagine many possible variations.

At this point, James Carter gradually realized that not only was his spiritual sense stronger than most, but even his perspective on reading and observing things had changed.

He immediately looked up books on cultivation and others about memory and comprehension, as well as on realms. From all this, he understood that this was a sign of a high realm. He had already surpassed the ordinary, reaching the level of a so-called genius in legends. There were even some ancient legends that those with truly high realms could comprehend the world without a teacher, directly sensing the Dao of heaven and earth.