"A magistrate ruins a family; a prefect destroys a clan."
Who would dare look down upon the County Magistrate?
Zhao An, a newcomer to official business at the County Yamen, had just run into a wall with the head of the Ganquan County Cloth Weaving Guild. He found himself at a complete loss, unable to lash out. For one, he lacked the authority of an official robe, which made him feel like he had no ground to stand on; for another, the man’s demeanor suggested he had powerful backing—perhaps someone even higher-ranking than the Magistrate. Otherwise, no businessman would dare speak to an official like that, even with the courage of ten men.
Chapter 21