"Your Majesty! Your Majesty! It's right at your feet! Your Majesty, be careful!" The eunuch beside him was extremely anxious as he looked at the young emperor.

Wan Ge lunged forward, but when she raised her hand, her palm was still empty.

On a nearby rock, a cricket was still chirping merrily. Just as Wan Ge was about to pounce on it again, a dark robe appeared before him.

When Wan Ge looked up, she only saw the other person's clear and smooth jawline.

Without even seeing the other person's face, Wan Ge already knew who it was.

The current regent, the war god of the Northern Song Kingdom, is also her nominal royal uncle.

"Your Majesty is in a good mood. Have you finished dealing with state affairs? Or is the Grand Tutor's workload not heavy enough?"

When Wan Ge got up, Mu Zhuochen was already sitting on the stone bench next to her, holding a celadon teacup in one hand.

Wan Ge lowered her head and kicked a pebble at her feet: "The affairs of the court are handled by my uncle, why should I worry about them?"

Originally, that group of people only listened to him, so what he said or did was all in vain.

"Your Majesty is the true emperor of Beige. I only acted as your representative when Your Majesty was young. Now that Your Majesty has grown up, you should handle things yourself."

Wan Ge remained silent, her gaze returning to the crickets not far away.

Mu Zhuochen stood up abruptly, casually plucked a leaf, and as it landed on the cricket, the cricket that Wan Ge had been longing for was already dead.

Mu Zhuochen's cold, deep voice directly instructed: "Guards, have the Grand Tutor give His Majesty more homework. Also, drag all the palace servants in the Imperial Garden today out and give them twenty strokes of the cane. If His Majesty continues to cause trouble in the future, just behead them."

The palace servants knelt on the ground, but none of them dared to say anything.

Wan Ge grabbed his sleeve: "Uncle, don't be angry. I know I was wrong. Please don't punish them."

"Is His Majesty pleading for them?" Mu Zhuochen's eyes narrowed slightly, and an even colder aura appeared.

Wan Ge let go of his hand, lowered her head, and dared not say another word.

"Your Majesty, remember this: you are the master and they are the servants. If you make a mistake, it is because they failed to supervise you properly."

After saying this, Mu Zhuochen prepared to leave, but before leaving he added, "Since Your Majesty is the Son of Heaven, you should not act too emotionally."

Wan Ge clenched her fists at her sides, watching Mu Zhuochen's departing figure. Mu Zhuochen held all the power, and her every move was under his watchful eye. Apart from concealing her true identity, Wan Ge could do nothing at all.

She had heard from others that Mu Zhuochen had long harbored rebellious intentions, and that she might become a victim of his blade at any time.

She avoided getting involved in politics and hid all her brilliance under his nose, all to prevent Mu Zhuochen from killing her.

She just wanted to save her life, but now she felt it was getting harder and harder.

Mu Zhuochen is becoming increasingly unpredictable in his intentions. At times, Wan Ge wonders if he truly intends to return power to her.

But many others thought that Mu Zhuochen was just fishing for her, trying to trick her and test her, and that he would kill her without mercy once he realized her problem.

Wan Ge didn't know how long she would have to be a puppet emperor. If she weren't the only son left of her father, Wan Ge wouldn't need to disguise herself as a man and pretend to be the crown prince and emperor.

Perhaps because she is a woman, Mu Zhuochen will be more lenient with her.

Wan Ge had considered revealing her identity, but her intuition told her that doing so would only lead to her death sooner; it was really hard to stay alive.