I was just worrying about not having a chance to lose my temper, so I slammed my hand heavily on the table right then. Several plates were shaken off and crashed to the floor with a crisp sound.

“Chancellor Harris.” I said coldly, my face dark: “I have always respected you as my teacher, but I never expected you to disregard the bigger picture and make things difficult for me at every turn. Guard Bolton, seize Chancellor Harris with me. Today, I will punish him for the crime of great disrespect.”

A sharp glint flashed in Brian Bolton’s eyes as he quickly rushed to Chancellor Harris’s side. He kicked him on the side of the calf, and when he fell to his knees, he immediately twisted his arms behind his back, pulled a hemp rope from his waist, and tied him up tightly.

But Chancellor Harris clearly hadn’t reacted yet, his eyes seemed full of disbelief. He probably never expected that the usually weak and incompetent emperor would suddenly become so forceful.

“Your Majesty, are you crazy?” Chancellor Harris finally understood, struggling to get up, shouting harshly, “I am the Grand Tutor!”

Hmph, I don’t care if you’re the Grand Tutor or not. Ignoring him, I turned and gently helped Claire and Grace up, speaking softly: “From now on, unless I order it, none of you are allowed to kneel.”

Claire seemed stunned, but didn’t dare to reply.

“Did you hear me?” My tone grew heavier: “Are you going to disobey even my orders?”

“Your servant, your servant understands.” A trace of worry flashed across Claire’s brow: “Your servant obeys.”

“Your servant understands as well.” Grace echoed: “Thank you, Your Majesty.”

Then, I turned back to look at Chancellor Harris, my voice heavy: “Grand Tutor, what did you just say about me?”

Chancellor Harris was dumbfounded. In his panic just now, he actually called the emperor crazy. That gave me the perfect handle.

“Your Majesty, this old minister knows his mistake. Please, Your Majesty, forgive me.” Chancellor Harris’s eyes showed deep pain, his face full of sudden remorse, but he didn’t dare to threaten with his life as he did yesterday. He was probably afraid I’d go along with it and grant him death, which would be unlucky for him.

“I ask you, what is the duty of a Grand Tutor?” I paced in front of him, looking down and questioning sternly.

“The duty of a Grand Tutor is to supervise the emperor’s conduct and virtue, to remind and correct at all times.” As Chancellor Harris said this, his voice suddenly grew louder. Clearly, he had just realized that although his actions were a bit excessive, he hadn’t actually done anything wrong.

Instead, I started to feel awkward. When I used to watch those TV dramas, all those random Grand Tutors were powerless nobodies. How come they also had the power to supervise the emperor? But since things had already gone this far, I had thoroughly offended this Grand Tutor today. If I didn’t deal with him now, it would be even harder in the future. My ambitions aren’t high—just don’t get in the way of my enjoyment. If they want to be corrupt, let them be corrupt; if they want to take bribes, let them take bribes. After all, this so-called Great Wu empire isn’t really mine. If it falls, it falls.

“Well, Chancellor Harris, it’s one thing to advise.” Suddenly, I picked up a plate and smashed it on my own head with a crisp clang, making my head spin and a trickle of blood run down my forehead.

“Your Majesty!” Claire and Grace’s faces changed dramatically, covering their mouths and gasping, hurriedly pulling out handkerchiefs from their waists to press against my wound.

“Xiao Duozi, quick, go call the imperial physician!” Claire said anxiously, urgently instructing the little eunuch.

“Wait. Without my order, no one is allowed to move.” I smiled faintly, showing I didn’t care. In my previous life, I had a quick temper and often got into conflicts. A little wound like this really didn’t bother me.

As soon as I said this, no one dared to act rashly. Claire seemed to realize something, while Grace was flustered and at a loss. Brian Bolton had already quietly moved behind Chancellor Harris, a fierce light flashing in his eyes, one hand gripping his sword hilt.

Ignoring the blood still flowing from my head, I looked down at Chancellor Harris with a smile, gently laughing: “Chancellor Harris, why did you hit me with a plate? Are you trying to kill me?”

“What? It wasn’t this old minister…” Before he could finish, Chancellor Harris’s face turned ashen and he slumped down, realizing I was framing him on purpose and wouldn’t let him off. I bet he regrets coming alone now. If he’d brought a group of ministers, I probably wouldn’t have dared to act so rashly.

“Looks like you’re a smart man.” I chuckled, “If you just quietly enjoy your wealth and status, I won’t make things too hard for you.”

“Well, President Grant, well, Henry Wood.” Chancellor Harris suddenly looked up, staring at me: “I watched you grow up since you were a child. I never thought you could hide your true self so well. I was wrong, I regret risking my life to help you ascend the throne.”

I was secretly delighted—not because I’m a masochist who enjoys being scolded, but because I finally learned my reign title and name. This old guy is actually quite cute; otherwise, how would I know my own name? I can’t just go around asking everyone, ‘Hey, what’s my name?’ Haha. But, President Grant? Sounds like ‘Emperor Without Virtue’? What kind of taste is that? Who would give themselves such a reign title? And the name Henry Wood? ‘Heartless’?