The gentle scholar's smile was exceedingly unnerving.
The Lord was grabbed by the shoulder, almost dragged inside.
Moreover, just last year, during the autumn hunt, he dared to charge into the imperial palace on horseback and kill the upper echelons of the royal family. The Marquis Qin Wu, hailed as the Great Power Minister, dared not resist.
Not only did he not dare to resist.
He also had to be exceedingly cautious in suppressing his powers.
He worried about injuring the Prefecture Governor's wrist with a shock.
The civil and military officials, the staff, and generals were all waiting outside, hearing that gentle and courteous Governor burst into fits of suppressed laughter, shouting, "Li! Guan! Yi!!!!"
"Don't run!"
"Take my punch!!!"
The Qilin outside, munching on Jiangnan's fine fruits, shivered for some reason, thinking of certain memories swept into the trash heap, unwilling ever to revisit.
That old Qilin, how terribly rude!
