Public opinion was a good thing.
At the same time, it was a blade that killed without drawing blood.
In this era, public opinion was limited to crude tricks like making up folk songs or hiding a letter in a fish's belly. Those were ways for the powerful to fool people and control their hearts, but that was all. No one had deeply explored the many ways public opinion could be used...
But Shen Tang was different.
She had a hundred and eighty tricks up her sleeve.
Ten Crows was the perfect place to test her theories and put them into practice. She would blend public opinion with religious myth. Surely that could set off an upheaval from the ground up.
After emptying a tribe's long-accumulated granary, Shen Tang ordered the refugee leaders to distribute enough food and winter supplies to every refugee. She also held a small victory celebration.
The Ten Crows were skilled with bows and horses, and excelled at singing and dancing.
Watching old and young alike singing and dancing around the bonfire, Shen Tang's gaze grew distant. Gu Chi saw that his lord had no intention of joining in and asked, "My lord, aren't you going to join the fun?"
Jiang Sheng glanced over, too.
After all, his lord was still at an age when she liked to have fun.
Shen Tang shot Gu Chi a sidelong look. "Me, join in?"
The man really knew how to bring up what she didn't want to hear.
Hadn't he complained about her singing and dancing before?
Gu Chi coughed awkwardly twice.
Shen Tang said flatly, "Singing and dancing are a joy to be shared with our comrades. What are they to me?"
Simply put, she wasn't in the mood.
It wasn't that she was prejudiced against other peoples.