A late spring cold spell enveloped Dayuan City, and the common folk hurried to rummage through their chests and cupboards, digging out their thick winter clothes again.
Padded jackets that shops had already taken off their shelves became hot sellers once more, even frequently selling out.
Several large carts stood outside a clothing shop. The workers kept unloading goods, the mist rising from their sweat conspicuous in the cold weather.
Outside an antique shop not far away, a man watched these scenes with a cup of hot tea in hand and asked, "Have winter clothes and charcoal been handed out to our workers?"
He was about thirty, with a composed bearing and clear eyes, but flecks of white already showed at his temples.
He was none other than the Young Master Li of years past.
The antique shop's manager answered hastily, "Yes, young master, everything has been taken care of."
Before Jing Jiu and Guo Dong left Dayuan City, they had left him a chest of Gold Leaves, which he had used to open an antique shop. Not long afterward, his father, Prefect Li, had also been released from prison. Beyond their shock, Dayuan City's officials naturally had to show him greater consideration, and the antique shop's business was naturally good.
Ten years had passed, and he had become a well-known literary merchant in Dayuan City, but people still called him Young Master Li, because he had yet to marry.
The manager continued, "Yesterday, the Three Thousand Nunnery came to buy a great many padded jackets and quilts. I wonder if they're preparing to provide winter relief."
The Three Thousand Nunnery was little known in Dayuan City. Naturally, the manager was watching its every move because his employer had instructed him to.
Young Master Li was somewhat surprised. There were