"Minister Shaul, for criticizing My policies and delaying state affairs, you are hereby sentenced to the Bull Splitting Execution."
The young emperor sat high upon the throne, clutching a scepter taller than himself with both hands. He tried his best to put on a dignified expression with his childish face as he spoke solemnly.
Yet beneath that youthful, androgynous voice lay bloody cruelty. Minister Shaul, kneeling on one knee below, instantly broke out in cold sweat, his face filled with despair.
The few officials standing nearby were sweating nervously as well. Some of them looked fearfully at the Little Emperor seated upon the throne.
"This should be enough, right, Minister?" After delivering the judgment, the Little Emperor turned toward the broad-bodied—no, bloated—minister beside him, who was brazenly eating a slice of meat.
Had the Little Emperor not said those words, he would merely have been considered a tyrant. But as an emperor asking his minister for advice, he could only be called a foolish ruler.
It was precisely because of this that the young Little Emperor, deceived by the minister, had not been placed on Chen Luo's must-kill list.
"Your Majesty has done very well. Truly worthy of being an enlightened ruler," the bloated minister flattered him while chewing on the meat.
"Meat again? You really do eat a lot," the Little Emperor said helplessly.
If anyone else had dared to eat meat like this in the palace hall, their fate would not necessarily have been much better than Minister Shaul's freshly decreed Bull Splitting Execution. But this was the minister.
"You have to enjoy yourself while you're alive," the minister said indifferently.
"Your Majesty, you have been deceived by the minister! Please, no matter what, listen to the voices of the people!" Minister Shaul cried out tearfully after being