Inside the car, Huo Yuhao cautiously glanced at Xu Yanli.
"Tea-teacher, why did you give her money in the end?" Huo Yuhao asked, scratching his hair.
Xu Yanli leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes. "What do you think?"
Huo Yuhao rubbed his chin. "Because you're a kind person?"
Xu Yanli chuckled softly without answering.
Kind-hearted...
To be honest, this was the first time in his life that someone had called him kind-hearted.
Though in his previous life, plenty of people had said he was a kind-hearted, well-rounded student.
Tang Ling cut in from the side. "Maybe he thought that woman looked too pitiful?"
Xu Yanli sighed, opened his eyes, and glanced at the two of them. They both seemed incapable of thinking things through, especially when it came to politics.
Xu Yanli rubbed his temples and chuckled. "Have you ever heard the saying, 'A single spark can start a prairie fire'? When people at the bottom discover that Xiaoyao Pavilion can give them a better life, do you think they'll trust Xiaoyao Pavilion, or the empire they live in?"
"But there'll definitely be people who give everything for their own country," Tang Ling said.
"Of course there will, but in a feudal society like this, they're usually nobles." Xu Yanli chuckled.
The people's ignorance could make or break them.
They knew nothing and understood nothing. All they knew was that the officials on their land bullied and oppressed them, while someone else shone like a ray of light and pulled them out of the mire.
They couldn't read, and they didn't understand what a nation was.
They would only worship the god who had pulled them out, believing that serving their god would bring them a better life.
So whether it was the Heavenly Soul Empire, the