At the North Slope of Mang Mountain, twenty miles from Tingxiang Village.
The Shen family, known as the wealthiest in the village, had their main gate wide open, and their beautifully constructed and spacious courtyard was in utter chaos.
A group of servants was anxiously busy helping their masters pack for a long journey, while the young and old of the household were all wailing, a scene of utter misery.
"Boo-hoo-hoo... to make us leave our home and move a great distance to the Capital, isn't this a death sentence for our entire family?"
"Without the wealth painstakingly amassed by our ancestors over several generations, how are we to survive?
When the food is gone, how long can we last?"
"..."
The pale-faced junior official supervising their move listened to their crying.
He immediately puffed up with authority in front of Lord Shen, whom he, on any other day, could not even guarantee a meeting with, and haughtily said:
