Xu Jinglong's face changed slightly: "This is Jiancheng Road, not the Capital."
"Last time, you said something similar. Doesn't the Princely Heir remember?" Zhao Douan moved a bit closer.
Xu Jinglong instinctively stepped back before realizing he'd shown weakness, feeling angrily frustrated, he boldly stepped in front of the Shen Family, and sneered: "Mr. Zhao has such great authority. Fine, if you want to take someone, you may as well take me along too."
Zhao Douan's eyes flickered, about to speak, when suddenly a voice came from outside the door: "The Shipping Governor is here!"
At the outer edge of the crowd, hurriedly clad in official robes, Ning Zechen arrived on horseback, gasping for breath as he entered with several attendants.
Seeing the scene of confrontation among the three parties in the Mourning Hall, his scalp couldn't help but feel numb.
"Governor Ning? How can you have time to come?" Zhao Douan smiled.