Numerous studies and facts are proving that mixing blood relations into a system of interests will only muddy the waters, and a system using blood ties as the bond for official positions is far less efficient and long-lasting than one relying purely on ability to shoulder duties.
Therefore, An Yang never liked to bestow blood privileges, and if those holding the bloodline happened to be a bunch of good-for-nothings, that dislike could easily be upgraded to disgust.
This could be said to be his principle, provided the reasoning sufficed. If the reasoning fell short, it could also be called his preference.
One could tell from the constitutions of the three empires he founded, which explicitly stated that the empire would only ever have him as its sole real-power emperor, that he truly never intended to grant too much power to bloodlines, and not even his own biological offspring could rely on that to inherit the domain he had conquered.
One man achieves the Way and his dogs and chickens ascend to heaven—it simply made no sense!
Of course, exceptions did occur...
Yet at this moment, with Dad An and An's mother both present, An Yang could not speak too harshly; he merely said, "I work overseas most of the time, and I mainly rely on my technical skills to make a living. I really don't have any connections back in the country, and I can't stick my hand into anything."
An Yang's eldest aunt, however, was taken aback.
"Overseas? On an island?"
An Yang's face darkened. "Abroad."
"Fine, I get it. You mean you can't help with this favor?" An Yang's eldest aunt's expression looked a bit ugly.
An Yang could understand her desire for wealth; who wouldn't want to live in a villa? Seeing relatives who had been poor