Just as the Provincial Governor was giving his customary speech, after everyone had paid their respects to the Saint of Literature and were about to bow to the chief and deputy examiners, a loud commotion suddenly erupted at the entrance of the Prefectural Magistrate's Office.
This was Xinghuai Prefecture, Sheng Mingchuan's home turf. For something like this to happen right before the banquet should have been an embarrassment for him. Yet, he remained as still as a mountain, his expression unchanged. He only glanced nonchalantly at Wen Shu beside him. "What's all the noise about outside?"
Hearing this, all the officials present fell silent and listened for Wen Shu's explanation.
Seeing this, Wen Shu gave a look to a nearby constable. The constable quickly left and returned, about to lean in and whisper the reason in Wen Shu's ear.
