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Chapter 166: The fate of Nanyang Prefecture begins

At this moment, Wen Renxin and Qian Dajin were quietly observing the unfolding events from a hidden passage. Wen Renxin's gaze was heavy, his complex expression difficult to conceal. He couldn't help but recall his former glory as prefect, a time of power and universal admiration. But now, he was a fugitive, living a miserable existence. He felt powerless, angry, and even hopeless. "What was all this all about?" he asked himself over and over again, painfully realizing that the power he once clung to had now led him to a deep abyss.

"We have no way out," Qian Dajin said helplessly, his hands tightly gripping his sleeves, unable to conceal his worry. His thoughts raced, calculating the current predicament—if the situation got out of control, not only would they be dragged into greater chaos, but even their families would be implicated. He dreaded the prospect of survival if the truth came to light.

In the city, chaos permeated the air. The refugees' anger and despair intertwined, like a surging undercurrent, ready to erupt at any moment. Within the city, various factions quietly wrestled, the power struggle intensifying, and the air was filled with unease and crisis. It seemed as if a storm was approaching, and everyone understood that this was no longer just a game for power, but a struggle for survival.

Atop the city walls, Acting Prefect Wen Yuan, Gu Yichen, and Commander Nie Yuan stood perched, their eyes fixed on the unfolding situation within and beyond the city walls. They spotted the Third Prince, Yun Junyu, and his entourage emerging from the nearby official road. Wen Yuan's heart sank with alarm, a nervous glint in his eyes. He understood that with the influx of refugees, the situation was developing in an unpredictable direction, a catastrophe seemingly imminent.

"We must take immediate action to prevent the situation from deteriorating further." Wen Yuan's voice was firm and calm. His eyes were resolute, but his inner worry was growing heavier. As the defender of Nanyang Prefecture, he had to stabilize the situation in this perilous moment.

Gu Yichen nodded, a look of slight worry on his face. He knew that if the refugees' anger and despair erupted, the consequences would be disastrous. Although he prayed that the unrest could be quelled under control, his intuition told him that things would never be so simple.

Nie Yuan, weapon in hand, his eyes sharp and his expression stern. He had sensed the coming chaos and was ready to deal with it. "No matter what, we must not let the refugees succeed so easily!" Nie Yuan vowed silently in his heart. He must personally protect the peace of Nanyang Prefecture.

Meanwhile, the turmoil outside the camp continued unabated. As the morning light faded, the camp outside Nanyang Prefecture gradually took shape. Banners fluttered in the wind, and hundreds of soldiers moved about the camp, their bustle brimming with determination and vigilance. Qian Dayong stood at the commanding heights of the camp, his eyes sharp as a knife, his heart simmering with rage and determination. His army had suffered heavy losses in the battle against Qingyun Pavilion, and now only fewer than 7,000 men remained. But the flame of revenge within him remained unquenched.

"Brother, this operation is crucial. Proceed with caution," Qian Dajin had solemnly warned before departing. Qian Dayong understood that this wasn't just a mission; it was a matter of family dignity and future. The humiliation of the Xinglong Bank's closure had burned deep within him, and now was his chance to redeem himself.

"Don't worry, big brother. I will definitely complete the mission." Qian Dayong's words were as firm as iron. He knew that this operation was crucial. If they could successfully block the entrance and exit of Nanyang Prefecture and cut off Wen Yuan's support, they could help the Third Prince turn the tide. Failure was not an option.

Inside the camp, the soldiers silently assembled their weapons, ready for battle. The atmosphere was heavy, and everyone knew this wasn't just a battle for the Third Prince, but also for their own survival in this chaotic world. Past failures had etched a deep mark on their hearts, and now, they must give it their all.

Qian Dayong vowed in his heart, "I must not fail again this time!" The painful memory of the battle at Qingyun Pavilion pierced his heart like a knife. That defeat not only cost him his brothers, but also caused his prestige in the army to plummet. This operation was at the heart of the family's future; any slackness would mean utter destruction.

"For the Third Prince! For our future! And even more so, for our dignity!" Qian Dayong's voice was deep and powerful, like a hammer striking the hearts of the soldiers. He walked past each soldier, his eyes piercing, as if instilling an unyielding will. The soldiers responded in unison, their voices resounding and unisoned, as if giving each other strength on the eve of the storm.

Night slowly fell, and the camp gradually fell silent. The soldiers retreated to their respective camps, awaiting tomorrow's battle. Qian Dayong returned to his tent, sat by the lamp, and stared at the battle map on the table. Every route, every mark, was already deeply engraved in his mind. He knew that tomorrow's actions would determine their fate.

Meanwhile, at Yinquan Residence, the Third Prince, Yun Junyu, remained awake. He knew tomorrow's operation was crucial; if successful, he would retake Nanyang Prefecture and gain a favorable position in the court's power struggle. Yin Ce sat nearby, calmly analyzing the situation, his eyes gleaming with coldness and calculation.

"Qian Dayong has set up camp, and there will be no accidents in tomorrow's operation." Yin Ce said in a deep voice.

Yun Junyu curled his lips into a cold smile, his eyes flashing with murderous intent: "Tomorrow will be the end of Wen Yuan."

At this moment, Nanyang Prefecture seemed like a carefully orchestrated chess game, with everyone awaiting the decisive move. Tomorrow's dawn would bring the decision of life or death.