It was too tragic.
Strong people did not cry aloud easily.
Although he had not hung a sign around his neck with "foolish ruler" written on it, outright calling himself one should have had the same effect, right?
And yet...
Zi Shou looked at Wen Zhong, his expression unreadable. What could he possibly do to old man Wen?
On second thought, the situation was not actually that bad.
A thousand people saw a thousand different Kings Zhou of Shang. People held different positions, so their views naturally differed.
Leaving aside the court officials and soldiers howling as though they had been pumped full of stimulants, what he had just done was definitely the work of a foolish ruler.
At least in the eyes of the feudal lords, he was undoubtedly a spectacularly foolish ruler.
Then there were the shamans, with whom reconciliation had already become impossible after he burned their books and buried them alive. Once the feudal lords left Chaoge, they could join forces with those shamans, who excelled at stirring up people's hearts, and collude like wolves and jackals in their own territories, plotting trouble, rebellion, and independent fiefdoms. Wouldn't that seal his status as a foolish ruler?!
This looks like a massive profit!
Even if points were deducted, how many civil and military officials were there? How could they compare with all those feudal lords?
It was merely a question of whether he earned more or less!
Zi Shou looked up. The thunder, rain, and everything else had long since vanished, leaving the sky bright and clear.
He looked at the feudal lords and said calmly, "A saying circulated through Chaoge recently: 'An insatiable heart makes a turtle swallow Zhou.' I assume you have all heard it?"
Already frightened out of their wits by Wen Zhong, the