The words of King Ling in the Northern Land were like imperial edicts. On the second day, Feng City's streets and alleyways were plastered with notices from the authorities.
"What? No unauthorized price hikes? Grain must be sold strictly at the prices set by the officials?" After hearing the servant's report, Li Jiesong was so frightened that the cup he was holding fell from his hand.
"How could this be?" he stood up anxiously, pacing back and forth in the room.
The attendant who delivered the news was too intimidated to utter a word, keeping his head lowered.
"Go, see what the You Residence has to say." In his anxiety, Li Jiesong suddenly thought of a solution.
"Yes, young master." The servant by his side, upon hearing the order, quickly rushed out.
"All of you return and watch over the warehouses, don't touch anything for now." Li Jiesong paced anxiously in the room before he realized that the messenger hadn't left yet, and he irritably issued the order immediately.