"When disaster looms, who still cares about eating?" Yang Ye clicked his tongue.
"Why not let the Great Retired Emperor release a rumor, saying that there's no intention of settling accounts for now, and let them eat to their heart's content, how about that?"
"Are you suggesting that Grandpa Emperor personally host a banquet for them?"
"Exactly, it would be a gesture of the imperial grace." Qiao Xiaomai said.
Yang Ye hesitated for a moment upon hearing this and then nodded, "Alright, I'll talk to Grandpa Emperor after I enter the Palace."
As the rumor intensified, indeed, Yang Wenxiao needed to send out a signal.
After having a good meal, Yang Ye wiped his mouth and went to the Palace.
First going to Da'an Palace to see Yang Wenxiao, he conveyed Qiao Xiaomai's words.
Yang Wenxiao listened and agreed.
He had been intending to do something similar recently; he had already accumulated dozens of wool sweaters and, unable to find buyers, the sweaters were losing their value.
