The entire Longya State Prefecture was enveloped in a suffocating atmosphere, where officials big and small stood silent like cicadas in cold weather, bowing their heads in silence. Among them were even the disciple of the aged Minister, Yan Jing, and the Defending General, Liu Ding, their usual composure now lost.
The Imperial Grandson, Li Changxing, had disappeared.
An assassination attempt alone was enough to lose one's official hat.
Now he was taken away by someone whose identity was completely unknown, his life or death uncertain.
It was still autumn, with the autumn tiger lingering, and the remaining heat oppressive, yet Yan Jing and Liu Ding only felt a chill creeping up their backs, their sweat soaking their backs. They had stood here for a full two hours by now, but the Prefectural Governor still had no intention of giving them any response. They uttered no complaint and continued to stand quietly.
