At the May 1 settlement, the songstress surgery had thrown all of Chaoge into such chaos that chickens flew and dogs leaped. Yu Hua and Qian Bao had both worked themselves into dark circles under their eyes; only Qiongxiao never tired of it. Surprisingly, Shang Qingjun and the other female physicians also showed some interest in the procedure. The men who went under the knife were the ones who suffered.
During this time, Zi Shou's Foolishness Value had successfully climbed into triple digits.
Not only the refugees and farmers, but even the nobles who had come from all over to deliver money had been cut.
Unwilling? No problem. A sack over the head, a dose of Knockout Drug down the throat-whoever you were, the job was done in one go.
Zi Shou was thoroughly satisfied. Once Tu Xingsun dug up the graves and moved the bones, wouldn't his score soar?
He would rest up for a while and wait for his Foolishness Value to keep climbing.
West Qiang.
At this point, West Qiang had become the fourth great power, after Xiqi, Western Rong, and Great Shang.
West Qiang already had a large population. After absorbing the grazing lands of the various Northern Di tribes, its territory alone was only slightly smaller than Great Shang's, encompassing the entire grassland of the Northern Territory.
It could be said that West Qiang was now at the height of its power.
The Royal Court.
Inside the royal tent, song and dance filled the air, while a man gently played the zither.
He was exceptionally handsome and a superb musician. Dressed in a splendid Palace Dress, he was impossible to distinguish as man or woman from a distance.
Jiang Midang, King of the Qiang, sipped fruit wine as he listened to the zither, his face