Eastern Shanyue.
Mu Jiaoman lay on the couch, a scorching breath surging in his mouth, his heart convulsing painfully, making him parched and speechless.
"My King! My King!"
The crying and wailing of his wives and concubines were so annoying that he clenched his teeth and shouted with all his might,
"Shut up!"
Yet the sound came out as weak as a hum, and no one paid any attention to him; they all cried and wailed on their own, plunging him into gloom.
Under his rule, Eastern Shanyue might not have been a land of wealth and strength, but it was much better than the chaotic times of the past, and the territory of Eastern Shanyue kept expanding as Shanyue villages surrendered from time to time.
