This was the Prefect's chair.
Lu Yuan slowly spoke, "Since it's all a misunderstanding, everyone can get up."
Hearing the Prefect's words, the officials scrambled to their feet, dusting off their knees and turning to face Lu Yuan.
Lu Yuan's trusted men, seeing the situation was under control, finally released the group of Mansion Guards.
Lu Yuan's men stood shoulder-to-shoulder at the entrance of the main hall. With their hands clasped behind them, they faced away from Lu Yuan and the others, their sharp eyes fixed on what lay ahead.
The Mansion Guards who had been knocked to the ground writhed and checked themselves for injuries. They picked up their weapons and stood together in a sorry state.
The two groups formed a stark contrast.
Lu Yuan had an official bring over a chair and place it beside his own, gesturing for his wife to sit there.
Su Liyan felt a little uncomfortable with all the officials' eyes on her.
