As expected, Mu Ange and An Ning were both captured, had sacks over their heads, and were carried away.

The dimly lit room was completely silent, with only the slightly steady breathing of two people audible.

The prefect stood at the door, but instead of pushing it open, he peeked inside through the crack in the door.

He watched for a while, and seeing no movement inside, he became suspicious and lowered his voice to ask, "What's going on? There's not a sound. Did you kill someone?"

A servant behind him quickly shook his head: "Sir, those two are terrible at martial arts, they were easy to find. They're probably too scared to move right now."

The prefect stretched and gestured for his servants to open the door.

With a click, An Ning subconsciously glanced in the direction of the sound. Noticing the movement, the prefect looked at the sack on An Ning's head and said, "Open it."

The servants quickly opened the sack over Anning's head, revealing a young, yet dirty, face.

An Ning blinked and looked at the serious-looking old man sitting in the armchair in front of her, without saying a word.

Seeing her so calm and composed, without any sign of panic, the prefect was even more puzzled: "You're not afraid at all?"

An Ning asked, puzzled, "Why should I be afraid?"

The prefect chuckled and asked, "Who are you? What do you want with him?"

An Ning knew who the prefect was referring to, but she was too lazy to argue with him. If she said something wrong, it might disrupt the prince's plans. So, she decided to throw the question directly at the prince.

As she spoke, she raised her chin and looked at the prince's sack beside her: "He's looking for this. I came with him."

The prefect was slightly taken aback. What was going on?

He couldn't help but stare at An Ning for a few moments. Her skin was so delicate and tender. Could it be...?

"Oh? Open it."

Soon, the burlap sack on Mu Ange's head was also opened.

The prefect stared at him: "What do you want with Zhang Long?"

Mu Ange said, "He has information that I want to know."

The prefect frowned slightly; he hadn't expected Mu Ange to be so frank.

"What news?"

Mu Ange said, "Doesn't Your Excellency know?"

The prefect was somewhat annoyed: "How dare you! If I wanted your lives, it would only take a word."

Mu Ange said, "It seems that you, sir, do not wish to serve as an official in the capital!"

The prefect was stunned: "All of you, get out."

Soon, only the three of them remained in the room.

"Explain yourself clearly. How did you know about my appointment as an official in the capital?"

Mu Ange only said three words: "Mu Anjin!"

The prefect quickly stood up, hurriedly walked to Mu Ange's side, and then reached out to grab his arm: "Young master, are you one of the prince's men?"

Mu Ange nodded: "If I weren't one of the Prince's men, why would I have traveled all this way here?"

The prefect immediately beamed with joy: "It's truly a case of the flood washing away the Dragon King's temple. Oh dear, I'm so sorry. It was my fault that the two of them were frightened. Quickly, the two of them, come with me to the study."

Counting them, the people who hadn't been put into the sacks one second were treated as honored guests the next.

Inside the study, the prefect asked urgently, "Young master? Has His Highness said what official position I can get if I go to the capital?"

Mu Ange sat down in the chair and crossed his legs: "What position does Your Excellency wish to obtain?"