Starting with the big merchants who were so-called "shoe-wearing people fearing the barefooted", nobody wanted to offend the court. They could either pinch their noses and accept it, holding onto it after business was done, or they had to try their best to turn the Feng Huo ticket into real gold and silver, sparing no effort to push it.

"Give them another ignition," Chang Geng whispered in a weak voice. "Let Brother Chong Ze write a decree in the name of Governor Liangjiang. If businesses, big or small, unreasonably refuse to accept the 'Feng Huo ticket', everyone can report to the Yangzhou government. If it turns out to be true, they will be punished by sticks and rods, those who repeatedly offend will be sent directly to prison."

Xu Ling understood His Highness's method of 'coaxing when it should be, punishing when it should be'. He responded hurriedly and ran back to work. Before he reached the door, Chang Geng suddenly stopped him and said, "Ming Yu."

Xu Ling turned around.

Chang Geng's stern face faded, and in the twinkling of an eye, he was once again the gentle and elegant Yan Wang: "It all depends on you."

Xu Ling asked in confusion, "What do you mean, Your Highness?"

Chang Geng said, "I'm afraid I have to delay some time on the way, I won't be able to accompany you back to the capital. At that time, I hope you can bring a request to the Emperor for me."

A while ago, the pace was pressing, he should also have been temporarily retreating. Footsteps needed to be evened out, it was just in time for him to take advantage of the injuries to let go of power.

Unfortunately, the honest Master Xu obviously failed to understand what he meant. He solemnly put his hands together and said, "It is precisely this reason, Your Highness is seriously injured, you should take more care of yourself. You must take a good rest and leave the errands to me. If I don't understand something, I will ask you again."

Chang Geng laughed, seeing that he did not understand, he simply did not explain either, waving his hand to let him go.

Xu Ling was walking out when he met the Marquis of Order who came in from outside. He quickly stopped to greet him.

Gu Yun politely nodded at him and brushed past. Suddenly, Xu Ling was stunned, Gu Yun was holding a bunch of fresh osmanthus flowers in the hand he hid behind his back, blooming golden with a sweet fragrance.

Xu Ling watched him bring the flowers and walk up to Yan Wang. He rubbed his nose full of flower fragrance, thinking in astonishment, "Marshal Gu is too attentive to His Highness."