King Pingling was a decisive, ruthless man. He had already planned to purge his opponents in the name of the commandery governor. Now that King Zhou had seen through his rebellion, someone within his ranks had most likely leaked the news, so he slaughtered them all the more viciously.
Soldiers streamed in and out of mansions everywhere, and flames rose along streets that had once been peaceful and quiet.
Countless nobles and even ministers were dragged out of their rooms.
In some cases, a single pull actually dragged out two people.
Truly, public morals were declining, and virtue had gone to ruin.
Screams mingled with cries of agony. In the blink of an eye, nearly half the luxurious mansions in Pingling had become hell on earth.
King Pingling knew perfectly well that he did not command the people's loyalty as Ji Chang did. Half the nobles and ministers under him were not of one mind with him.
Although he was confident he could hold the commandery governor hostage to command the feudal lords and make his rebellion succeed, the others lacked that confidence.
Purging those nobles and ministers would not only stabilize his domain and prevent anyone from holding him back, but also...
Win his soldiers' hearts.
There were no brothels in this era, so soldiers had nowhere to vent their abundant energy. That was precisely why football had become so popular in the army.
Now, in a sudden flash of inspiration, the pioneering King Pingling sent all those dignitaries' wives and daughters into the army camps.
This also somewhat restrained the soldiers who had gone blood-mad, keeping them from slaughtering innocents indiscriminately.
If he really left corpses strewn all over Pingling, how was he supposed to rebel?
King Pingling also invented several forms of torture, proclaimed them punishments used