The sun hung high in the sky. Thousands of sails gathered at the port of West King Town, and merchants came and went like shuttles.
An inconspicuous ferry was moored between the boats. Li Sanwen and the others communicated with the merchants on the shore and loaded the ship with groceries to bring back to the capital.
The river breeze blew the wine flags by the river. Ye Jingtang stood under a flagpole in a black robe and took a small package from a Pei family shopkeeper who had rushed over.
The package wasn't big. There was a token inside, which was his new Prince of Jing Estate waist token, and a letter.
The corners of Ye Jingtang's mouth curled up into a smile. He opened the envelope and unfolded the letter. The bold handwriting came into view.
