Zhang Qing, following closely behind, took over the conversation with a smile, "Let's have a look first, old brother. Is business good today?"
He had made arrangements; a Young Eunuch was at the very front, he was to the side, and another followed to the rear, keeping the crowd at bay. His heart was racing, fearful that somebody might bump into His Majesty.
However, strangely enough, wherever His Majesty went, people in the crowd automatically made way, saving him a lot of trouble.
The Emperor didn't look up, letting Zhang Qing handle the interactions. He picked up a clay figurine and examined it. Though well-made, it wasn't as adorable as those crafted by Little Concubine, rather commonplace.
When faced with Zhang Qing, the old man relaxed quite a bit, joyously saying, "Good indeed, very good! I even arrived late and didn't get a good spot. The business at the intersection ahead is even better. The fellow next to me has already sold two loads of goods."
