"There's a problem with a shipment of tribute fruit from the south. I have to go deal with it." Gu Shuo had just entered the Capital City when he heard the news and rushed straight for the palace gates.
"It's just one shipment of fruit. Nothing to get so flustered about."
"Beili is famous for its fruit. The tribute fruit is for the representatives of the various kingdoms to sample during the Emperor's birthday banquet. If something goes wrong, the Emperor will be furious."
"The Capital City has plenty of fruit. Our Gu family owns several fruit shops. If worse comes to worst, just take some from our stores." His grandfather pitied his grandson, but the thought that Gu Shuo wasn't managing the Gu family's enterprises made him angry again. "We have so many of our own businesses, and the role of Imperial Purveyor has only been around for a few years! You don't understand all the crooked dealings involved, yet you insisted on taking the job. Such a waste of a good mind."
