In the blink of an eye, an hour had passed. The area where the Wen Family of Mingxin Prefecture was located, along with everything within ten li of it, had been thoroughly cleared out by a large number of Mingxin Prefecture soldiers.
Though the common folk here were full of doubts, they could only leave one after another under the urging of the soldiers.
The one leading the troops stationed at the prefectural yamen was none other than the Prefecture City Garrison Commander, who usually kept a low profile and was rarely seen.
The Prefecture City Garrison Commander stood tall in heavy armor, his cold gaze sweeping the surroundings as a chilling majesty radiated from his body.
Before the Prefecture City Garrison Commander stood the Prefect of Mingxin Prefecture and a group of yamen officials.
The yamen officials, who usually lived in comfort and luxury, now wore grave expressions.
The Prefect of Mingxin Prefecture had furrowed his brows into a deep "river" crease, and several traces of fear showed in his eyes.
His lips trembled slightly, as if he wanted to say something, yet endless fear had choked the words in his throat.
"Alas!" A heavy sigh slowly escaped from the depths of the Prefect of Mingxin Prefecture's chest.
What exactly had happened?
Everything had come so suddenly, catching everyone utterly off guard.
The Wen Family was a great clan of Imperial Relatives and State Kin, a colossal force whose might shook the entire Eastern Region.
In the Eastern Region, the Wen Family was the foremost great clan, its influence tangled like roots and branches, deeply entrenched.
By comparison, although the Prefect of Mingxin Prefecture was ordinarily considered a local official with some authority,
that little bit of authority and strength was worlds apart from the Wen Family's. Before them,