"I don't understand what you mean. What do you mean by virtuous governance?"

Zhu Hongyu sat beside the lustful mentor with her knees hugged, her tone clearly bewildered.

Of course, she now also knew the other person's name, Shen Congshuang.

"Virtuous policies...are policies and measures that benefit everyone."

Shen Congshuang pinched her shin bone, a sly look on her face. She glanced at Zhu Hongyu and sneered, "It's normal that you don't understand since you are young."

A large "vacuum area" appeared around the two people.

It was obvious that no one else wanted to listen.

Zhu Hongyu silently handed her a bottle of healing potion. At that moment, a small jumping spider crawled out from his sleeve and tasted the potion first.

This is to prove that the drug is harmless.

The other person's legs were injured so badly that people would definitely believe that she was a rotten believer.

Let's treat it...

Shen Congshuang's smile suddenly faded. She reached out to take the bottle of medicine and said in an inaudible voice, "Thank you."

She didn't drink the potion, nor did she rush to explain what "virtuous governance" meant. Instead, she spoke quietly:

"Don't worry, my mother won't do anything to you if you give me happiness.

The real pain is seeing hope, but it keeps being dashed...

I indulged in pleasure and my mother was happy to see it happen. How could a mother not feel sorry for her child?

The more I struggled between the two, the more she…"

After a long moment, she sighed softly.

"Forget it, why am I telling you this..."

She glanced sideways at the full-length mirror and began to explain the so-called "virtuous policy".

“These beggars were indeed my mother’s idea, but… she was only a fourth-level Sister of Pain at that time.

In the fortress city, the people who can really make decisions and become members of the city arbitration committee start from the third level.

When did Li Ancheng finally get a chance to be pointed at by a fourth-rank Divine Grace? "

Zhu Hongyu subconsciously asked back: "So what's going on today?"

"Because my mother submitted a proposal to the Supreme Arbitration Council of Humanity."

Chen Congshuang raised a meaningless smile at the corner of his mouth, "I still remember the name, 'Imagination on Improving the Overall Strength of Humanity'.

Simply put, if ordinary people in the city want to become recipients of divine favor, they need to please the gods, and to please the gods, they often have to hurt others.

So... why can't we create a group like this just for everyone to bully?

The Supreme Council approved the proposal and selected Li'an as the first city to do so.

Thus, my mother was able to interfere with the city's operations as a fourth-level divinely favored person."

She turned her head to look at Zhu Hongyu, whose left eye was wide open, and continued:

"The artificial beggar group came into being. They are consumables in a sense, but we must give them hope for survival and progress.

They are allowed to beg for "acts that please the gods." As long as they beg hard, they can guarantee their survival, and perhaps... they can even go a step further and become gods.

They have the same bright prospects and future as everyone else, don’t you think?

At the same time, a large number of ordinary people, without having to bother with intrigue and violate laws and discipline...

The Fortress City officials provided sufficient "consumables".

Isn’t it a win-win situation?

Hahaha, according to my mother, among these beggars, there are many people with disabled limbs, and these people will not survive even if they are placed in Jing'an City.

But under her genius idea, this group of disabled people had a chance to survive and even had the chance to become people blessed by God.

Can’t this be called “virtue”?

This move avoids many possible chaos, sacrificing a small number of people to benefit the majority.

Isn’t that very “virtuous”?

This series of words shocked Zhu Hongyu beyond words. Logically speaking, there seemed to be no problem.

But I always feel something is wrong...

She looked at this group of artificial beggars. Some of them were seriously ill, some were covered in wounds, some had bulging stomachs, and some were covered in body paint...

Zhu Hongyu slowly tilted her head to look at Chen Congshuang, and instinctively said, "Shouldn't the believers in pain be the most suitable for this?"

"Um?"

Chen Congshuang looked puzzled, "I'm a follower of the Lady of Pain, not a lowly bastard..."

Besides, would it hurt them to please the gods for others?"