Three hours later, the morning sunlight, like a myriad of sharp swords, cleaved through the black curtain of night, falling upon the roof of the market department's main hall.
At that moment, Lin Rui was seated inside the main hall, holding a cup of strong tea, sipping it indifferently.
He gazed intently into the distance, looking through the grand doors towards the docks far away.
From his vantage point, he could see the bustling Jing Port dock, where a multitude of merchant ships were lined up, waiting to set sail.
"Master Li, by allowing these merchant ships to sail north from the port, can we alleviate the distress faced by the residence merchants of the Defense Commander?" Lin Rui spoke, his face flushed with a rosy glow, showing no signs of fatigue.
Despite having been busy all of the previous night, his spirits were still extremely high, and he felt profoundly joyful.
