A hint of bitterness lingered in He Gaofei's heart. These old aristocratic families had long since passed their prime, merely panting on by clinging to their last shred of dignity.
"Mr. Gu, do you know when the grain will be delivered?" He couldn't help but worry. During this lean season before the next harvest, would the surrounding grain shops even have that much stock left?
"I have already told them to hurry," Gu Wenheng said. Naturally, he wouldn't foolishly send his own people out to search. Instead, he had approached the grain merchants of Lu City, leaving them to figure out how to source the goods. In this territory, those locals knew the lay of the land far better than outsiders like them.
「In the Imperial Court.」
Hua Shunming looked at the memorials sent from the border one by one, his expression growing increasingly heavy. "I believe you all already know about the consecutive provocations launched by a few neighboring countries. Tell me your thoughts."
