Empress, please have some self-respect. I am not your husband.

When practicing meditation and entering a meditative state, it is most important to avoid being disturbed by others.

At best, it will cause one to suffer from qi deviation; at worst, it will cause one's true qi to explode through the meridians, resulting in the complete loss of one's cultivation.

At this moment, Lu Feng is the only Grandmaster in history, so when he enters meditation, he can multitask and maintain his hearing.

So when he entered meditation, he told the people around him that if they needed anything, they could just call him.

When he first heard the word "Master Zhan Shi," he thought it was being addressed to him, so he was about to stop his cultivation when he was suddenly kicked.

That's only possible because of him; any other martial artist might have suffered a reverse flow of internal energy.

So it's no wonder that he looked terrible.

The man who kicked him was in his fifties and was also dressed in the official robes of the Imperial Household Department.

Seeing the two of them facing off, the clerk who had poured tea for Lu Feng earlier hurriedly stepped forward and said to the middle-aged man, "Your Excellency, this is Lord Lu Feng, whom His Majesty personally appointed as Junior Chamberlain yesterday. He took leave a few days ago and just returned today."

"Lord Lu, this is Lord Huang, the Grand Tutor, who is in charge of our entire Court of Imperial Sacrifices."

He spoke with great skill, first telling the Imperial Secretary Huang that Lu Feng was personally appointed by His Majesty and was very important.

He also told Lu Feng that this was his superior and he should not offend him.

Before Lu Feng could even speak, Huang Zhanshi coldly shouted, "What business is it of yours? Get out of here! I was personally appointed by the late emperor and taught His Majesty! So what if His Majesty appointed me?"

After sternly reprimanding him, he looked at Lu Feng and said, "If you dare to sleep here, you'll be punished today by cleaning the entire place. If there's even a speck of dust, you'll be in big trouble!"

Upon hearing this, all the minor officials changed color slightly. Although the Imperial Household Department was not very large, it would be impossible for one person to clean it thoroughly without leaving a speck of dust. It would take at least three or four days.

This is the top leader giving a warning to the second-in-command.

The clerk who had spoken earlier quickly tried to signal to Lu Feng, but Lu Feng seemed not to notice; he was also furious.

He immediately pulled up a chair, sat down, crossed his legs, and sneered, "What if I don't?"

Huang Zhanshi was stunned for a moment, clearly not expecting Lu Feng to dare to oppose him. He immediately shouted "How dare you!" and raised his hand to slap Lu Feng.

Before he could even touch Lu Feng, he was kicked away and rolled twice on the ground with a scream.

"Your Excellency, the Grand Tutor! Your Excellency, the Grand Tutor!"

This scene terrified the minor official standing nearby, who rushed to help him up.

The former clerk approached Lu Feng and said in a low voice, "Lord Lu, you must leave quickly and go to the Imperial Household Department to find Chief Steward Li, or things will get really bad."

Lu Feng smiled, feeling a slight sense of goodwill towards the young man who had reminded him twice: "No need."

At this moment, Huang Zhanshi had been helped up. Looking at Lu Feng, his face was contorted with rage: "You! You dare to assault your superior! Don't you have any sense of decency?! I'm going to report you to His Majesty!"

Lu Feng stood up and stepped forward: "I was just retaliating for the kick you gave me earlier."

Before Huang Zhanshi could react, Lu Feng's fist had already smashed into his nose, instantly causing blood to spurt out. The force was so great that even the three or four minor officials who were helping him were knocked away.

One punch made Huang Zhanshi see stars, and before he could even wake up, Lu Feng kicked him away!

Then he picked up a stool and smashed it down!

The screams were so loud that even those outside the courtyard were startled and quickened their pace.

As soon as they arrived at the door, they saw Lu Feng carrying a smashed stool, laughing and saying, "Now this is real beating."

"What are you doing?"

Ye Bingyun was stunned. She was dumbfounded as she watched Lu Feng committing violence.

Upon seeing the dragon robe, those around immediately knelt down, saying, "Greetings, Your Majesty!"

Huang Zhanshi, who had been on the verge of death, immediately rushed to Ye Bingyun's feet as if he had seen a savior.

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty, save me! He's going to kill me!"

"What the hell does this happen?"

Looking at Huang Zhanshi, whose face was covered in blood, and Lu Feng, who was carrying half a chair, Ye Bingyun felt a headache coming on.

She had just finished dealing with official business and planned to come and see Lu Feng. After all, it was his first day as an official in the court, and who would have thought that she would see a scene of violence as soon as she arrived.

Throwing away the broken chair, Lu Feng said calmly, "It's nothing, Your Majesty. We were just fighting amongst ourselves."

Upon hearing the words "mutual fighting," the surrounding officials almost burst out laughing.

Is this what you call mutual fighting?

Wasn't it you who unilaterally beat them up?

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty, you must do justice for me!" Huang Zhan Shi cried out.

Ye Bingyun felt a headache coming on and looked at someone: "You speak!"

Upon hearing that Lu Feng had just closed his eyes to sleep and was kicked by Huang Zhanshi, Ye Bingyun frowned slightly and looked at Lu Feng: "Didn't you rest last night?"

Lu Feng said calmly, "I am in meditation."

Upon hearing this, Her Majesty the Empress felt that Lu Feng had already been very merciful by not killing Huang Zhanshi.

She was also a martial artist with a fourth-rank cultivation level, so she knew what it meant for a martial artist to enter a meditative state. She immediately became anxious and asked, "Are you alright?"

Huang Zhanshi was stunned!

Your Majesty, does he look like something's wrong? My face is covered in blood!

You're actually concerned about him!

"It's nothing serious." Lu Feng nodded, thinking that it was probably the beautiful Bingyun who told the emperor that he was a martial artist.

But this emperor actually knows what entering meditation represents; could he also be a martial artist?

Seeing that Lu Feng said he was alright, Ye Bingyun was relieved and glanced at Huang Zhanshi: "Since it was just a minor friction, I will not hold it against you. You may take Huang Zhanshi to the Imperial Hospital."

Huang Zhanshi was dumbfounded again. I was about to be beaten to death, and they actually said it was just a minor friction!

Is it possible to be this biased?

He immediately struggled to his feet: "Your Majesty! Your Majesty! This Lu Feng has no respect for rank and has committed insubordination. According to the law, he should be severely punished with ten strokes of the cane! Your Majesty, you cannot be so unjust!"

Her Majesty the Empress immediately glared at him.

Huang Zhanshi lowered his head guiltily; his words had just put Ye Bingyun in an awkward position.

But he still steeled himself and insisted that the other party punish Lu Feng: "Your Majesty, every word I said is reasonable!"

Unexpectedly, Lu Feng's voice rang out the next moment: "Is that so? I just heard you say that you were appointed by the late emperor and even taught the current emperor. So what if His Majesty personally appointed you? Doesn't that count as insubordination and disrespect for authority?"

Huang Zhanshi was stunned and hurriedly tried to explain: "I...I...I didn't mean that!"

Ye Bingyun's brows furrowed coldly: "You, Huang An! How dare you be so arrogant! Spouting nonsense behind my back, do you really think that just because the late emperor appointed you as a Grand Tutor, you can act with impunity! Guards!"

The guards behind him stepped forward: "Present!"

"Drag Huang An away and give him twenty strokes of the cane!"