In the back hall of the Jinling Prefecture Government Office, sandalwood incense wafts slowly.
On either side of the mahogany long table, the atmosphere is tense and confrontational.
Seated in the main position is the Prefect of Jinling, with fair skin and puffy eye bags, unconsciously stroking his beard, his eyes flickering.
Beside him is the Prefect of Yingtian Prefecture, whose square face is tightly strained, lips pressed into a thin line. Several local officials seated below all keep their heads down, silent, none daring to speak.
Commander Zheng from the Captain Bureau is also present, sitting upright, but his fingertips gripping the knife handle are slightly pale, looking sullen, yet his eyes are full of helplessness.
He sneaks a glance at Li Yan and Wang Daoxuan sitting opposite, opens his mouth to speak, but swallows the words, feeling stifled inside.
"Li... Mr. Li."
