Maijing Prefecture!
As one of the Eight Direct Prefectures, a vital stronghold guarding the capital, it possessed an innate geographical advantage.
Throughout the ages, those stationed here as governor had invariably been trusted senior ministers of the Sealed Lord.
The current Governor of Maijing Prefecture was no exception. He had been friends with the Sealed Lord before the latter ascended the throne; they had studied together and practiced boxing beneath the same roof. Thus, among the senior ministers of the various Sealed Lords, none could compare to him.
At this time of raging winds and swaying rain, bad news came from every direction and reached the Governor of Maijing Prefecture's ears.
The Sealed Lord's position was hanging by a thread. He was facing condemnation from a thousand men, while undercurrents surged through prefectures and provinces across the land.
"The Eighteen Primordial Noble Families, heh heh. Back then, the times made heroes and let you steal the credit for supporting the Sealed Lord."
"In this age without a Martial Saint, strength reigned supreme. We loyal ministers who support the Sealed Lord will not agree. Who among you dared depose the Sealed Lord and choose another emperor?"
Within the solemn Prefectural Office, the governor's children, advisers, and other trusted confidants were all present, their expressions grave.
War was coming—and it would be all-out war!
The noble families had repeatedly tested the waters. Standing within the Sealed Lord's faction, they felt pressure seeping in from all directions.
The Governor of Maijing Prefecture was loyal to the Sealed Lord and refused to yield a single step. During this time, the major cities and sects throughout the prefecture had each chosen their sides, and even the lands under his command showed signs of splitting apart.
Not to mention that Maijing Prefecture lay along a vital