Capital City.
Early the next morning, Liang Sheng, yawning, arrived at the bookstore, only to see Old Zhang with the same lack of energy and a bitter smile after seeing him.
They had been up all night with the disturbance and hadn't slept much, but they still had to get up early to do business as usual.
Only by doing so could they prove that their conscience was clear and untroubled – this was the wisdom of life. Old Zhang's impression of Liang Sheng thus improved.
This young man could get by.
However, neither of them was in the mood for idle chatter. The surrounding merchants were in much the same state, but none dared say anything.
After all, with a current prince's misfortune and a citywide manhunt, how dare they gossip at this time, thinking their lives too long?
