The Emperor's new clothes(from the Emperor's perspective)(第4组小组作业)

There once lived an emperor who cherished fine clothes more than his crown. When two cunning tailors with fox-like grins promised magic cloth invisible to fools, he ordered it without batting an eye - not from belief, but to prove that his wisdom never faded.
His chief minister, a portly man whose jowls quivered with great anxiety, returned from inspecting the loom. The weavers kept giving him with spiced wine while their empty shuttles rattled against invisible air threads. Expressing praise on illusory patterns, his fingers trembled as he mimed touching delicate embroidery - so convincing a mummy that the emperor almost believed it. The minister's trembling voice recalled his dishonest compliment about the waistline of the emperor months ago. Yet the emperor increased the tailors' payment, their greedy eyes glittering as they bowed low enough for their noses to brush the floor.
The big day came finally, when the emperor had claimed to parade to show off his new clothes. The emperor dressed up with the invisible clothes made by the two tailors. A dozen red-cheeked servants standing in a semi-arc, trembling, pretended to hold luxuriant robes as winter air chilled the skin of the emperor. The emperor could make sure that the servants did not see the beautiful robe from their trembling bodies. A battle broke out in his mind - were they all fools, or was he? In the end, the emperor thought "Maybe I was cheated by the two tailors, but I am the emperor of the crown. I would never show that I was fooled." Given that, he entered his carriage without even a word.
"Wow! It's the most exquisite clothes that I have ever saw." The starving baker whose shop he'd never visited cheered loudest. The cobbler whose son died in the wars stood with stone-faced. The silk merchants exchanged panicked glances, and then constantly uttered words of praise. The air sharply became rather quite when a boy cried "He's naked!" His mother's hand covered his mouth too late. The emperor scanned his frozen subjects - all shivering with their head low - were their trembling bodies awe or suppressed laughter? Rage burned through him, but royal dignity prevailed. He was the king, he would never show them his weakness. King just wouldn't have faults.
"Louder music!" he commanded, back straightening. Let them stare. Better a bare king they fear than a clothed one they pity.