The Peng family.
The Peng family received a bill.
Lodging fees, stocking fees, stall fees, business management fees...
What in the world was all this?!
And there was a new one every day, for no small sum.
Since it came from the palace, the Peng family head held his nose and accepted it.
But afterward, he sent people out to make inquiries. Paying was fine, but he needed to know what his son was doing in the palace! How had he inexplicably ended up owing money?
Judging by these charges, could he actually be doing business like some street peddler?
What a disgrace!
Three days. Three whole days!
With bills arriving at his door day after day, the Peng family head could neither eat nor sleep in peace. His heart was not merely hanging in suspense-it was swinging wildly.
Everything else was a minor matter. What he feared was his son disgracing their noble name. That noble name was the very foundation of the Peng family's standing!
Soon, he uncovered the news. King Zhou had actually established a market in Shanglin Garden, hired a group of ordinary townsfolk, and made both the commoners and the Noble Scions play merchants and do business.
Not only that, he had spent three consecutive days amusing himself in Shanglin Garden. Quite a few Noble Scions had already been hung from trees, gradually teaching them how to climb.
Doing business...
How the Peng family head regretted it!
King Zhou truly had no scruples. This was no attempt to win over the nobles-he was putting them in their place!
Nobles built their standing on their names. Making these Noble Scions dress as peddlers and hawk their wares in the market was plainly throwing those names onto the ground and trampling them!
The Peng family head's wife,