The Emperor sighed. He knew he wasn't going to get any answers from Fatty today… [Isn't he too fluent? It seems as if he's singing a song?] His majesty was bored and exhausted by now. He went back to the Imperial Throne, sat down and frowned.
He had previously risen from his seat, clasped his hands behind his back and stood in front of Tang Yuan. He had aimed to show his overwhelming majesty to Fatty with help of his huge hall and put some psychological pressure on him. This ploy had started on a successful note when he had gotten up. However, it stopped working after he got up and asked the question since he had gone exactly according to Jun Moxie's predicted sequence of moves.
Fatty Tang's heart was awash with admiration for the Young Master Jun. That feeling counteracted the Emperor's efforts. Therefore, pressurizing the Fatty turned out to be useless.
