Cut the Weeds at the Roots-Wouldn't That Be Better?

Jiang Yuheng stood below the platform. To him, the angry curses and maledictions of these people were no different from an ordinary passerby seeing monkeys performing tricks.

"Then you'd better live a little longer."

"After all, even if someone like you were reincarnated, I wouldn't go to hell."

Jiang Yuheng replied indifferently. Then he saw He Caitou raise and lower his blade, swiftly chopping off the heads of the three family heads.

As for their family fortunes, they were said to be confiscated, but in reality, more than half was distributed to the impoverished commoners.

After all, in order to maintain the image he had established, He Caitou was a benevolent emperor in the hearts of all the commoners, an emperor who cared about them more than anyone.

To preserve this title, he naturally had to give up more of the spoils.

He Caitou could truly be said to enjoy this immensely. He genuinely loved the feeling of being adored by the commoners.

As for those high-ranking officials, the moment their family members' heads hit the ground, they followed them down to hell one after another.

Jiang Yuheng had no particular desire to deal with what came afterward.

For one thing, if he took action again, he would be meddling in other people's business.

For another, he had no interest in managing such boring matters, much less participating in He Caitou's affairs.

The two of them were clearly different in both their thinking and their very nature.

Jiang Yuheng was a god, and his thinking leaned more toward cutting the weeds at the roots. That would save him trouble while also preventing the same problems from recurring later.

He Caitou was different. He was an emperor, and there were simply too many things he had to consider. Every decision he