The Pointy-Hatted Lady changed tactics. She cleared her throat, folded her hands before her, and imitated the manner of virtuous ministers offering remonstrance in ancient Xianzhou Alliance period dramas. She began citing classics and reasoning with him: "I once heard that the virtuous people of ancient Xianzhou, though full themselves, knew the hunger of others; though at ease themselves, knew the hardships of others; though wise themselves, knew the ignorance of others. Thus, every day, they gave golden chicken to others to eat, sweet black water that eased toil to others to drink, and imparted the knowledge that dispelled ignorance to others."
"How wise the ancients were. With such sages among them, everyone could be spared hunger, spared hardship, and spared ignorance. The realm would be harmonious, and peace would reign across the four seas. Truly, it was a blessing for all people."
"Why is it that people nowadays no longer understand such a principle?"
Her speech was vivid and impassioned. The only thing missing was the words "If you want the horse to run, you have to feed it grass" written across her face.
Had this been during the heyday of the Rites of Zhou, and had a ruler who observed ritual and upheld virtue heard such counsel, he might truly have sighed with a sweep of his sleeve, reflected deeply on his mistakes, and immediately begun making arrangements.
But unfortunately, Qianyi was not from the era of the Rites of Zhou.
"I am a barbarian." Qianyi bluntly shut her down.
Herta: "..."
You're a dignified Aeon of [Order], and you're telling me you're a barbarian? So you're just going to be unreasonable now?!
In that case, she could only activate Plan B!
She decisively summoned four Little Herta puppets and had them pounce on him, hugging Qianyi's legs