The bailiffs forcibly slapped up the seals, drove the shopkeeper and all the clerks out, and threatened, "Privately tearing off official seals will land you in prison. People will be watching this place at all times. This isn't outside the city—if you've got the nerve, tear them off!"
How could the shopkeeper dare?
Besides, the bailiffs had sealed the place in broad daylight, making such a huge fuss. Even if they secretly peeled off the seals, they would not dare open the doors for business.
A silk shop was not like a dye works. So long as people slipped into a dye works and shut the gates, they could work; whether the seals stayed or went made no difference.
But a silk shop had to open its doors to do business.
The shopkeeper stamped his foot. As soon as the bailiffs left, he immediately asked a clerk, "Has the owner been informed?"
"The owner has gone to inspect the estates. The Young Master is currently in charge at the residence."
The shopkeeper asked, "Where is the young master?"
The clerk replied, "The residence says the Young Master was at Ten Thousand Spring Tower last night. He got drunk and has not returned yet."
The shopkeeper and Pan Yun both looked up at the sun's position. One fell silent, while the other clicked her tongue.
Pan Yun sped up her eating and said to Miao Zhen and Miao He, "We won't get to watch the excitement. In a while, let's go shopping and buy some things."
Miao Zhen asked, "Buy what?"
"Food and necessities," Pan Yun said. "Tomorrow, Wang Cong and I are going to find Pu Min. We can't exactly go empty-handed."
Miao Zhen was surprised. "You're giving someone gifts?"
That was not at all like junior martial uncle, nor