No one knew just what made a virtuous person virtuous.
But everyone knew that King Zhou certainly was not one.
His ten charges were plain for all to see. Would a virtuous person write dirty books?
At those words, quite a few people began entertaining little schemes of their own.
It did not matter if King Zhou lacked virtue, so long as they themselves did not.
Virtue was hard to pin down, after all. There was no standard by which to measure it.
Most nobles oppressed the common people and stood high above them, but they saw nothing wrong with their actions. What they did was precisely the virtue of nobility; everything was perfectly justified, a display of noble bearing.
Thus, the feudal lords and nobles present all considered themselves virtuous, and all harbored hope. What if this divine treasure chose them?
Compared with King Zhou, whose monstrous crimes could not be recorded even on every bamboo strip in existence, every one of them was a person of lofty virtue and great prestige!
Yet the divine object called the Investiture List showed not the slightest hesitation. Before everyone's eyes, it flew straight toward Ji Fa.
Countless people sighed, though they could accept the outcome.
Apart from Great Shang, Xiqi was the greatest power. It had also allied with Western Rong and West Qiang to the north, and Immortals and Gods had come to its aid, entering Zhou's service as generals and officials.
Aside from Bo Yikao, whose reputation had gone rotten, everyone in the Ji line enjoyed widespread acclaim and held the people's hearts.
Heaven's mandate rested with him; there was no helping it. With the Eight Steeds carriage already beneath him, Ji Fa's claim to the title of Son of Heaven fulfilled everyone's expectations. With Immortals and Gods supporting