It was a survey form.

Furthermore… the survey questions were incredibly subtle. At the very least, nothing can be gleaned of the purpose of the survey from the questions themselves.

“Question 1: What is your preferred choice of communication? A: Shouting. B: Messenger bird. C: Facebook. D: Wechat.” Wang Chenghao smiled as he read, “Question 2: What is the preferred mode of entertainment in your fiefdom? A: LOL. B: Mahjong. C: Naruto. D: ...Patty?”[1]

Qin Ye didn’t respond, but merely lifted his head smugly. Wang Chenghao continued reading.

“Your favourite brand and fashion style: A: Tang style. B: Ming style. C: Armani. D: Paul Smith.”

“Your favourite accessory: A: Jade pendant. B: Folding fan. C: Watch. D: Perfume (not to be confused with scented pouches).”

There were 25 questions altogether. Wang Chenghao read it all at once, and then looked up at Qin Ye with horror, “Are you… assessing their fashion sense?”

“No.” Qin Ye’s gaze grew deep and abstruse, and he smiled wickedly, “It’s to test whether they… keep up with the times!”

“I want to assess whether these feudal officials are fixated on antiquity. I’ll have Li Jixi take these survey forms to the various underworlds of the feudal officials. I refuse to believe that they can understand the hidden intentions behind these surveys of mine. They’ll be issued to each underworld’s finance minister, defense minister, military generals, as well as the twelve envoys themselves for their response....