Three days passed in the blink of an eye.
The winter festival had become the talk of the entire capital.
People from nearby towns and villages continued arriving every day.
The streets remained crowded.
The inns were completely full.
Merchants couldn't stop smiling.
And most importantly—
Every single product prepared for the festival had been sold.
Not one item remained.
Not a single box.
Not a single sack.
Not even the smallest trinket.
Everything was gone.
---
Inside a large warehouse near the marketplace, dozens of workers stared at the empty shelves.
One worker scratched his head.
"It's all gone."
Another nodded.
"I've never seen anything like this."
A third worker laughed.
"We prepared enough stock for months."
"And it disappeared in three days."
The warehouse manager looked around proudly.
"This will be remembered for years."
---
Meanwhile—
Prince Liang's merchant friend sat inside his office.
Account books were stacked everywhere.
