The dead are dead once they pass away.
Then buried, you can even send them wreaths generously.
As for the nephew, a man of deep calculations, he speaks decisively.
Even Meng Xuxinlin suspected that it might have been his own doing, in secret.
For clearing the path forward, for lighting a sunny way, he wouldn't hesitate to make his mentor a sacrifice.
And then there's Xu Jingxi, ostensibly 29 years old, always a shadowy figure off the ** stage, yet possessing such influence.
Without shedding blood, he can assist the Xu family in retaining those who are useful and distancing those who are not.
"You child, you don't like to read those old yellow calendars anymore," Meng Xuxinlin said.
Indicating that he has abandoned the old traditions of 'valuing harmony and winning people over with virtue,' instead, he does the opposite.
'Subduing people with wooden rod, applying pressure with authority'
