In the fifteenth year of Chenghua, the treacherous minister Henry Harris finally died. The youngest Grand Secretary since the founding of the dynasty, wielding immense power, ruthless and cunning, forming factions for personal gain, plotting against loyal officials, and ultimately shot to death before the Golden Throne, pierced by a thousand arrows.

The emperor William Thompson stood at the front of the hall, looking at him as if he were an ant.

On the night after Henry Harris's death, William Thompson was reborn back to the day he ascended the throne.

In his previous life, he trusted the treacherous minister and allowed him to wreak havoc in the court. This time, he decided to nip all disasters in the bud.

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When Edward Harris crossed over from the modern world, it was the first year of Chenghua, and the new emperor had just ascended the throne.

In the solemn court, he watched as the newly crowned emperor walked step by step down the hall, stopping in front of him, a murderous intent flashing in his eyes.

The newly arrived Edward Harris: ...What’s going on here?

Just as a fierce palm strike was about to land on him, Edward Harris suddenly collapsed to the ground under the watchful eyes of all the ministers! His face as pale as snow, the corners of his eyes red, like a delicate little white flower trembling in the wind.

The ministers cried out in alarm: Your Majesty, spare him!

The new emperor William Thompson, who hadn’t even hit him: ???

Edward Harris wiped away the tears at the corner of his eye: I’m so delicate, sob.

William Thompson: What a treacherous minister, heh :)

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Later, William Thompson gradually discovered that this delicate flower was not only fresh, but its core was quite sweet.

Chapter 1 Prologue

In the fifteenth year of Chenghua, the infamous treacherous minister Henry Harris finally died.

Chosen by the late emperor as the top scholar, he entered officialdom young, wielded power over the court, and became the youngest Grand Secretary since the founding of the dynasty.

In the end, he fell before the Golden Throne, pierced by a thousand arrows.

The blazing sunlight overhead cast a wave of heat, blurring the bloodstained ground. The Chenghua Emperor William Thompson stood at the front of the hall, looking at him as if he were an ant.

The chief eunuch Brian Clark read aloud in a thin, high-pitched voice:

"Criminal minister Henry Harris, forming factions for personal gain, plotting against loyal officials, colluding with border rebels to betray the country... Now, for treason and rebellion, executed on the spot. By imperial decree—"

With the pronouncement of his crimes, the corrupt and massive power base of Henry Harris's faction collapsed like a house of cards.

William Thompson turned and walked back into the hall.

The voice of chief eunuch Brian Clark echoed dreamily in front of the hall, as if in a trance.

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That night.

A flash of lightning suddenly split the night—

On the dragon bed, William Thompson woke from a nightmare, abruptly sitting up. The room was shrouded in darkness. He steadied himself and pressed his fingers to his brow.

It was as if the scene from earlier that day was still before his eyes.

But listening for sounds outside the hall, there was not a hint of thunder.

William Thompson got up, the bright yellow robe draping his tall, solid frame. He called out toward the hall, "Brian Clark."

"Your Majesty."

Brian Clark quickly entered. The bedchamber was dim, making it hard to see anyone’s face or expression. "Your Majesty, what are your orders?"

William Thompson was silent for a moment. "Nothing, you may go."

It was probably just a nightmare.

But after fifteen years on the throne, he had weathered all manner of storms.

William Thompson quickly calmed himself and returned to bed.