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Xu Lie spoke in a flat tone, not as if he were asking a question, but rather making a statement, showing no concern for Chen Tao's approach.
At this moment, with Old Song and A Gang guarding either side, even if they weren't present, it would only mean another kick at most. Xu Lie remained indifferent, calmly lifting his teacup for another sip, savoring the fragrant tea. "That person in charge represents me in recruiting."
It made no difference who Bai Yu Men was cursing; it was all the same to him. Xu Lie refrained from voicing the somewhat harsh saying that one should look at the person when beating a dog. He understood well that there was no need to discuss human rights and equality within the context of a feudal dynasty.
Even progressive voices must consider the specific environment. In the Da Qian Dynasty, where productivity was severely lacking, pursuing modern equality would only mire one deeper in a quagmire, making it increasingly difficult to navigate.
Xu Lie spoke plainly about the nature of feudal times: "Perhaps in a distant future, people could rely on their own wisdom to obtain more food and clothing. They might even enjoy things we cannot imagine today. By then, perhaps people will be somewhat more equal, unlike now where annihilating entire families is commonplace."
But that was merely a matter for the future. In this era, the existence of an emperor signified that people would never be equal.
"Cough! Cough!" Chen Tao seemed on the verge of madness, blood gradually clouding his vision as he resembled a vengeful spirit. "Nonsense! You, a prince, so what?! Cough! You're just like me—only one life! Equal!"
With that, he quickened his pace, squeezing out the last bit of Zhen Qi, intending to exchange his life for Xu Lie's. However, he was easily intercepted by Song Qiao with a casual gesture.
The entire process was silent; the floor remained intact and the furnishings around them showed no signs of disturbance. Even at his peak, Chen Tao was no match for Song Qiao; let alone in his current half-disabled state. Once Song Qiao restrained him and released his internal energy, Chen Tao became as helpless as a fish on a chopping board.
The surrounding crowd buzzed with increasing intensity.
"Good heavens, this prince is also a philosopher? Even predicting that increased productivity could effectively dismantle feudalism?"
"I find it remarkable that a prince born into this privileged class can think so deeply within the context of a feudal dynasty. For us, he’s practically a hero rebelling against his own class."
"Stop trying to whitewash him! Can you really cleanse this? The annihilation of families is indeed true! You praise the prince for being bold and daring while he himself acknowledges privilege and inequality—how can you still defend him?"
"To be fair, it's not exactly whitewashing. At least this prince's actions don't have much to criticize. If he's bad, he's purely bad—a villain with style."
"Absolutely! You should really check out another drama starring Xu Lie; in that one too, he plays a villain with an impressive pattern."
The content was insufficient to change Xu Lie's expression: it was normal not to believe, as most people were exhausted just trying to survive, leaving no energy for lofty ideals.
However, this did not hinder correct thinking, because now one could live well without exhausting all their strength. Currently, an acre of land produced an average of three stones, which was an increase compared to the previous dynasty. What about a hundred years from now? A hundred years?
When production meets the needs of people's lives, a better era will arrive.
Chen Tao disdainfully shifted his gaze. Trapped by Song Qiao, he felt powerless to struggle but still fundamentally disbelieved Xu Lie's words.
"I know you don't believe me." Xu Lie finally got to the point, revealing his true intentions: "Hand over the Cang Hai Jue."
This technique, which allowed people to move freely underwater, was indispensable for Kaihai. With the Cang Hai Jue, a better era could arrive even faster.
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