"Speak, who sent you here!" Ming Lan had some people bring out a few chairs, and the group sat down in the courtyard, intending to conduct an inquiry on the spot.
However, Yang Chuxia overestimated these individuals.
She initially thought the interrogation would last until midnight, but as soon as she posed the question, the man with the beard shouted, "The governmental office sent us here, you'd better release us. The governmental office said you were rebels, and they sent us to capture you."
"We're rebels?" Yang Chuxia was somewhat incredulous.
Ye Zi'an was also speechless, "Who from the governmental office sent you?"
"Who else? Our Lord Prefectural Magistrate." The bearded man seemed unafraid and chuckled, "The Lord Prefectural Magistrate sent me a letter, telling us to come and arrest you."
"Where is the letter?"
Beside him, the bald man who hadn't spoken interjected, "It's with me."
