State Governor Mansion, Tan Yang.
Surrounded by pavilions, beside rockeries.
The state governor Sun Qinghong stood with a grim expression, hands clasped behind his back, at the center.
Around him, military experts from the Thousand Households, clad in armor, drew their curved swords one after another.
These were his subordinate officers and soldiers who were usually supposed to take orders from him, but now they all pointed their blades at him.
On the surrounding walls, several high-grade experts also aimed crossbow arrows at him.
With the vision of high-grade experts, even if they weren't as skilled as him, crossbow arrows could still pose a significant threat.
Sun Qinghong could never have imagined that Tan Yang, which he believed to be under his control, would turn out like this.
"Brother Lin Li, what is the meaning of this!?" Sun Qinghong's gaze was sharp as a knife, staring intently at the burly figure straight ahead.
