The Director of Studies was bewildered by the Principal's instruction: "Sir, you are going to the Prefectural Yamen on official business, why on earth do you need armed guards?"
Little did he know that the Principal was feeling rather insecure.
This wasn't a normal hour for official meetings. Being summoned for a meeting just as the workday was ending, the fake Principal—whose every fiber was a sham—couldn't help but panic.
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