"Isn't the seventh-ranked gold medalist dead? And who are you, Your Excellency?" Prince Yan didn't hold back and asked directly.

"Gold Medal Eleven." Zuan showed off the gold medal in his hand.

The Prince of Yan snorted: "Are all the Embroidered-Robe Envoys so unruly these days? They don't even bow to me?"

His tone was full of arrogance.

Zu An replied calmly, "Normally, one should indeed pay respects to the Prince of Yan, but today is a bit special. The Prince of Yan has committed a crime."

As soon as he finished speaking, the men under the Prince of Yan changed color and instantly drew their weapons, making the situation extremely tense.

Zhang Jie swallowed hard, wondering what was going on. Didn't the Eleventh Lord say he was going to investigate a case? Why did it look like he was going to arrest the Prince of Yan?

The key question is, he only brought a few people with him, so who's arresting whom?

The Prince of Yan was taken aback at first, then burst into laughter, the sound of which made the tiles of the entire prefectural government building rattle.

He suddenly looked at Zhang Jie and said, "Well, so that's why you suddenly invited me over, Lord Zhang. So that's what you were planning."

"Misunderstanding, misunderstanding, there must be some misunderstanding here." Zhang Jie kept wiping his sweat. He never expected that Gold Medal Eleven would be so reckless, especially since the arrest was carried out in the prefect's mansion without giving him any prior notice.

Even if I survive this conflict, it will force the vassal king to stage a coup. If this happens in the imperial court, I, as the governor, will also face certain death.

His mind was racing, already figuring out how to shift all the blame onto Gold Medal Eleven.

Seeing Zhang Jie's ashen face, Xiao Jianren felt a little calmer. It seems I'm not the only one who feels this way. Even the dignified prefect is like this, which means that the Eleventh Lord is too reckless.

Zu An took the ledger into his hands: "The Prince of Yan is suspected of colluding with foreign tribes, smuggling military supplies, and raising a private army. Please come with us for investigation. Anyone who resists will be treated as a traitor!"

Upon hearing his words, the Prince of Yan's subordinates all changed color. After all, over the years, the strength of the emperor and the central court had been deeply ingrained in people's hearts, and no one dared to bear such a crime.

Upon seeing the ledger in his hand, the Prince of Yan's pupils constricted, and he immediately realized that Zhang Jie had summoned him to lure him away from the mountain.

She glared at Zhang Jie with resentment, then snorted, "I don't understand what Eleventh Lord is saying. You think you can frame me with just some random booklet? What a joke."

As he spoke, the Grandmaster unleashed his full aura, and a terrifying pressure enveloped the entire Prefect's Mansion. Those with lower cultivation levels collapsed to the ground, struggling to breathe. Even elites like Xiao Jianren and Zhang Zitong could only barely stand, and they themselves had no idea what fighting power they had left.

Zhang Jie was also covered in cold sweat, his expression shifting between light and dark as he weighed whether to join forces with Gold Medal Eleven to capture the Prince of Yan, or to cooperate with the Prince of Yan in reprimanding Gold Medal Eleven.

Having been able to contend with the Prince of Yan for so many years, the Prefect's mansion must have some trump cards up its sleeve.

"Just pick any booklet?" Only Zu An remained calm, opening the ledger and reading aloud, "...On the fourth day of the eighth month, eight thousand catties of refined iron were secretly transported from Yi County to Yunzhong County, and then transferred to the demon race through the Pegasus Merchant Guild...On the eighteenth day of the ninth month, one hundred thousand catties of rice were transported north to the demon race by waterway..."

He selected a few and read them aloud, and Prefect Zhang Jie immediately became serious.

Even many of the attendants in the Prince of Yan's residence became suspicious, since the Prince of Yan's smuggling was a top secret and not everyone knew about it.

"Shut up, you're spreading rumors!" The Prince of Yan was furious. He grabbed at the ledger, and a huge hand instantly appeared on it.