The reporters left with dissatisfaction—Fan Changming was thrilled. Everyone always said journalists were the most difficult to handle, yet here he was, completely mastering them, even successfully steering them off course. As a result, they ended up misleading even more people. The Wei family's elder slammed his palm on the table, shouting, "A lowly, petty fellow! He's managed to handle things this way—excessively! Truly, beyond excessive!" He Zhengjun interjected calmly, "Father, please don't be so upset. Didn't we already send the surveillance footage online in advance? Anyone with a clear view will immediately understand what happened!" "But right now, this situation has already impacted Xiao Feng and Xiao Qing. It will leave a stain on their records." The elder said, voice rising. "Guan—you've been ruthless. If you're unkind, then don't expect me to be fair!" He Da, the uncle, was taken aback, "How is this connected to Guan Li-jie? Didn't he personally come to our home just two days ago, to clarify the misunderstanding with me and Ling Shuang?" "Childish." "The elder stared at him and said, 'Clearly, Xiao Feng and Xiao Qing have been framed. Besides Guan Li-ji, who else would dare to arrange such a scheme? He only needs to give a word, and naturally, a whole team of willing assistants will follow. The strategy may not have been his own idea, but the people who carried it out absolutely acted under his direction!' Mr. He wiped cold sweat from his forehead and said, 'The Guan family is determined to break off relations with us!' 'Hmph. The two families have never been on the same boat,' Wei Qingtian remarked. 'If Xiao Qing had married Guan Wenfeng, perhaps we could have sailed together. But now, all that's left is for them to finally break off completely!' Mr. He harbored resentment toward Qin Feng, yet dared not voice it, only adding, 'Guan Li-ji doesn't fear us standing in his way, does he?' 'He's already taken that step, which proves he has no reservations at all,' the elder coldly replied. 'He must have thought his rise to power was certain—yet excessive confidence isn't always an advantage.'" What Guan could have imagined was that once his family took office, the Wei family and the He family would surely face tough times. However, according to the traditions of the Celestial Court, a newly appointed top leader typically doesn't gain access to military power during the first five years—meaning everything remains uncertain. Thanks to his father's influence within the military, Guan couldn't be too assertive. Fortunately, there's still time—this is the only point that brings him genuine comfort. Of course, Mr. He won't miss a single opportunity to strengthen ties with the Guan family. He Zhengjun nodded. This move wasn't directly aimed at the Minister of Public Security, but how could the underlings—when they were in charge—fail to be affected? At the very least, they'd have to resign with responsibility. After Mr. He left, the elder said quietly, his face as still as water: "The principle is: if they don't offend me, I won't offend them. Since you've already launched your attack, not only will I respond—I'll vigorously counterattack!" The beautiful woman took over the phone; the photo was somewhat dim, but clearly showed several bald men, each holding a disheveled woman, their faces adorned with lewd expressions. The two things the officials of the Celestial Kingdom dread most are: being betrayed by their own sons, and scandals involving romantic or personal affairs. As soon as either of these two events occurs, they face the grim prospect of being dismissed from office. As for corruption—does such behavior really count in the official world? Given that everyone is just like a crow, all black and uniform, no one holds anyone else accountable. If someone is singled out as a case study, it's simply because they're unlucky. Qin, the young man, smiled and said, "Grandfather's move is truly brilliant. Now the Minister of State Security will be in a real bind—will he still have time to deal with us?" The beautiful woman was taken aback: "You mean this was all Grandfather's doing?" "Who else could it be? Could it possibly be a report from the public? Please, don't be serious—how could ordinary citizens possibly have access to such confidential information?" "He smiled and said, 'But when the media reports on this, they'll definitely say it's due to public complaints!' He Muqing found his words convincing and nodded in agreement. Since the elder had already taken action, it was certain that He Dashi had been drawn into the situation as well. Qin Feng was exceptionally good at mobilizing leadership enthusiasm—he always managed to make leaders feel they could no longer remain passive, compelling them to actively participate. The surveillance footage had also gained significant attention, clearly thanks to the efforts of the online media corps. As for who hired them, well, how could it be any more obvious? Fan Changming had been looking forward to seeing how the military would handle the situation, cheerful and optimistic. But just as he was beginning to anticipate the scene he hoped for, the phone rang. 'What? How could this be happening!' He was so surprised he nearly popped out his eyes. Why hadn't it been revealed earlier or later—why now, at this very critical moment? Although he wasn't visible in the photos, he had been present at the outing they shared." Moreover, it was several years ago—how had this long-forgotten matter been unearthed? His first instinct was to have his technical department investigate and determine exactly who had originally sent the photos. However, the returned information revealed foreign IP addresses, indicating a highly skilled hacker whose identity could not be traced or verified. "Minister, what should we do?" He was drenched in cold sweat, shivering violently as the wind blew through. "Come back immediately," the minister said, nearly shouting, "All the pressure is now squarely on us. If we don't handle this well, the Ministry of State Security is finished."