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He asked what children Sun Jian had left； and when they told him the eldest was but seventeen； he dismissed all anxiety from his thoughts。
From this time forward his arrogance and domineering spirit waxed worse and worse。 He styled himself 〃Imperial Rector；〃 a name full of honor； and in all his behavior aped imperial state。 He created his younger brother； Dong Min； Lord of Huazhou and made him mander of the Left Army。 A nephew； Dong Huang； was made Court Counselor and placed in mand of the Palace Guard； and everyone of his clan； young or old； was ennobled。 Eighty miles from the capital Dong Zhuo laid out a city called Meiwo； an exact replica of Changan； with its palaces； granaries； treasuries； and magazines； and employed a quarter of a million people to build it。 Here he accumulated supplies sufficient for twenty years。 He selected eight hundred of the most beautiful maidens and sent them to dwell in his new city。 The stores of wealth in every form were incalculable。 All his family and retainers found quarters in this new city。
Dong Zhuo visited his city at intervals of a month or so； and every visit was like an imperial progress； with booths by the roadside to refresh the officials and courtiers who attended him to the northwest Royal Gate and saw him start。
On one occasion Dong Zhuo spread a great feast for all those assembled to witness his departure； and while it was in progress； there arrived a large number of rebels from the north who had voluntarily surrendered。 The tyrant had them brought before him as he sat at table and meted out to them wanton cruelties。 The hands of this one were lopped off； the feet of that； one had his eyes gouged out； another lost his tongue。 Some were boiled to death。 Shrieks of agony arose to the very h
