Love letters are not allowed in the exorcism notebook!-Chapter 650 - 73: The Old Man Plays Tricks on Me Again

The human heart has always been a very complex thing since ancient times.

It’s not like the video games of later generations where NPCs have labels above their heads, clearly telling you which one is a monster, which one is a teammate, how long their health bar is, how high their level is.

In real life, people’s hearts are hidden behind their stomachs, and no one knows if you’re a person or a ghost.

Wang Yunxiao himself is a very complex person, often wandering in the gray areas on the edge of the law, leading his brothers in doing many things that can’t be openly talked about.

If judged by the standards of some moral crusaders in later generations, he should be the first to be dragged out and shot; if executed, at least Tianmen City’s overall social order would improve by several percentage points.

On the contrary, a respected scholar like Professor Shen Jianzhen, who had clean hands not stained with blood, was persecuted to the point of committing suicide at home, which is indeed heartbreaking.

Therefore, one can conclude—the President is no good, the new government is doomed.

In fact, good people and bad people are all relative terms and are very subjective judgments without a clear and objective definition.

"We are all ordinary people who don’t understand those grand principles; we only have one simple thought—whoever is good to us, we help them."

That was the idea that Old Master He always adhered to.

It doesn’t matter to us that the President killed Foreigners’ mothers abroad.

While the President has been guarding Tianmen for these years, the street corpses are gone, the Rogues and Loafers are gone, the Jianghu World Gangs are gone. Common folk have money in their pockets, grain in their homes, more children being born, money to afford medical treatment, and opportunities to go to school and read.

So, we must remember the good that the President has done and help her defend the territory she has fought for.

The reasoning is very simple, down-to-earth, and unpretentious.

But the cake on the table is only so big; if some get the good, naturally, others won’t get it.

In the past, I could eat three pieces of cake, take a bite and spew one out, and feed the rest to the dogs.

Now my family’s dogs have been killed, and the cake has been divided amongst others, how can that be acceptable?

There will always be people who are unhappy.

"Shen Jianzhen is a smart man; he knows that the Imperial Jade Seal is too hot to handle, not daring to keep it in his own hands. But he isn’t that smart either, or else he should have known from the moment he saw the Imperial Jade Seal that this was a game he couldn’t afford to play."

"To put it bluntly, he’s gotten older, gotten used to the good days, listened to too much flattery, and taken himself too seriously. He thinks he understands the President, believing the President wouldn’t stoop to his level."

When speaking of Shen Jianzhen, Old Master He couldn’t help but shake his head and sigh: "The President, of course, wouldn’t stoop to the level of such a person, but this world isn’t ruled by the President alone. Others can’t touch the President, but can’t they touch you?"

Wang Yunxiao couldn’t help but ask, "Then according to what you’ve said, who exactly is plotting against the Shen Family in the background?"

"Have you ever heard of the Yang Family?"

"Um... I guess I’ve heard a bit."

Having been here for so long, Wang Yunxiao had indeed heard snippets about the "Yang Family" from various sources. In his impression, the Yang Family seemed to be like those legendary, millennium-old hidden tycoons with intricate and indescribable influence.

But that was just a vague feeling; if you really asked him to describe it in detail, he wouldn’t be able to.

"The Yang Family used to be very powerful, but some changes in the past have led to their decline."

"But their decline is relative to ’before.’ Even now, the Yang Family is still a behemoth. Do you know how many people from the Yang Family currently hold official positions at court and how many wield real power in Tianmen?"

"I don’t know!"

Wang Yunxiao replied with great alacrity, "How would a lowly loafer like me know anything about these matters?"

"Now, the current Marshal of the Northern Navy, Yang Qiming, is a bona fide member of the Yang Family and moreover, he’s from the direct line of descent."

"Is he disloyal?"

"No, not only is Lord Yang the right-hand man of the President, loyal and devoted, but he also harbors an intense hatred for his own clan. Within the Northern Fleet, there’s even an unwritten rule that anyone with the surname Yang can at most be promoted to Sergeant Major and cannot become a commissioned officer. Over the years, the number of Yang Family members he’s had executed under various pretenses— just those with known names— cannot be counted on two hands."

Wang Yunxiao showed sincere respect.

Does this gentleman harbor deep-seated hatred towards his own family?

But thinking about the experiences of the siblings Wei Anran and Wei Anyu, it seems somewhat understandable.

Family doesn’t necessarily mean there is affection involved.

"Do you think he represents the Yang Family?"

Wang Yunxiao thought to himself, how would I know!

Old Master He sighed and said, "The current state of the Yang Family is exactly this. Some people wish everyone in the world knew they’re a Yang, while others fear others finding out they are. There are also those who originally didn’t have the surname Yang, but they like to act under the banner of the Yang Family, doing the things the Yang Family used to do, and then shift the blame to the Yang Family."

"So this matter is very complicated. It’s not a situation where you can just eliminate someone with the surname Yang to resolve the conflict or make the world a slightly better place. How to completely solve the Yang Family’s problem is something for the President to consider. For us now, we just do what we’re capable of."

"So, what do we do now?"

"First we need to sort out all these messy matters behind the Shen Family."

Old Master He stopped in his tracks and motioned with his lips toward the side, "We’re home!"

When Wang Yunxiao turned his head to look, holy moly, a green lawn, iron railings, a snow-white little western-style building.

Where have you brought me to?

Is this a proper place?

Old Master He fiddled with the iron gate and walked in with practiced ease.

Upon entering the manor, a young woman greeting them from the atrium caught his eye—beautiful eyes, white teeth, and features like those of a classical beauty.

By young woman, one referring to those not yet aged more than twenty.

Just as Wang Yunxiao was about to comment on his master’s wild ways, secretly keeping a young mistress, something felt off. Squinting his eyes for a closer look, he couldn’t help but express his surprise, "Miss He?"

This face was definitely not He Lan’s face; otherwise, Wang Yunxiao would have recognized her at first glance, no amount of foundation could cover that up.

But you can’t fool anyone with that body. He remembered He Lan’s height and measurements vividly, even having personally measured them himself, so there was no way he could mistake it.

Student Wang Yunxiao’s memory had always been excellent; he aced exams purely through rote memorization.

There absolutely were no other ulterior motives.

He Lan smiled softly, sweetly calling out as she lifted her hair, "Grandfather! Husband! You’re back!"

Wang Yunxiao looked at Old Master He with a bewildered face.

Old Master He laughed and said, "Kid, haven’t you always complained that I don’t teach you any real tricks? Today I’ll pass on some genuine skill to you. This is the Swallow Sect’s secret technique that isn’t shared outside—’The Swallow Builds a Nest!’"