Thousands of Imperial Guards surged out of the palace like a rising tide.
Swords left their scabbards, long halberds rose like a forest, and ranks spread out in formation.
The gathered commoners crowded backward involuntarily, and soon a space had opened up before the Palace Gate.
Following close behind the Imperial Guards, the royal carriage slowly emerged from the palace, surrounded by three hundred Spherical Royal Guards.
"Look! King Zhou's coming out!"
Cries of surprise erupted throughout the crowd as it retreated in disorder.
"Is he going to start slaughtering people?"
Some were terrified.
"Run!"
"No, we can't run! If the Shamans live, we live; if the Shamans die, we die!"
"The Shamans?"
Just as some began thinking of retreating, trusted agents planted by the Feudal Lords stirred the crowd up again. The commoners, who had been hoodwinked all along, were caught between advancing and retreating.
Sitting in his carriage, Zi Shou looked at the crowd ten meters away and called softly, "Guifang."
"Your subject is here."
Zhang Guifang immediately stepped forward. He now served as both commander of the Imperial Guards and a human loudspeaker.
Zi Shou slowly rose from the carriage, his Imperial Robe fluttering gently in the wind.
His expression was imposing. As his gaze slowly swept over them, the surroundings fell silent.
"Have I governed without restraint?"
Every time Zi Shou spoke, Zhang Guifang repeated his words in his booming voice, amplifying every word, every syllable, to the utmost.
It even drew more people over.
"Have I caused the people suffering?"
This...
Quite a few people glanced sideways.
King Zhou rarely spoke in such a scholarly manner.
And those two questions sounded remarkably familiar.
"Have I made my palaces too lavish?"
"Have I allowed women's influence to flourish?"
"Have I allowed bribery to prevail?"
"Have I