The Great Jin was in utter chaos.
Sima Fu, as always, was serious, tenacious, diligent, and utterly devoted, working day and night, doing everything a qualified incompetent ruler should do.
However, after some close royal princes urged him, Sima Fu finally gave his own family some face.
He was still practicing the art of “tattooing,” but the materials he used had changed—from those fair-skinned fine lads to big, fat, white pigs.
No one could say exactly what Sima Fu was thinking when he made such a decision.
In any case, in the imperial inner gardens of the capital city, the screams of fine young gentlemen were replaced by the pitiful howls of large white pigs.
Sima Fu held a specially made embroidery tool and ruthlessly worked on plump pigs with shaved hair and smooth white skin, decorating them into colorful, spotted patterns.
Linghu Qingqing and Gongyang Sanlü shut themselves indoors, claiming they were “recovering from serious illness!”
But all the people of the Great Jin Divine Kingdom knew the truth: these two “loyal” old chancellors were truly broken-hearted!