The service was good. It was like a spring breeze. He greeted her softly, considerate, and warm.
The background of this inn was no longer a secret since the first expansion of the Qingyun Inn. Word spread on the street. His parents were of average status and had retired from the Imperial Army. His son was very promising. It was said that he was now a doctor of the Ministry of Works, a fourth-rank official. Every time the business opened, many dignitaries and nobles came to step on the threshold.
Shangjing Prefecture Magistrate, True Dragon Palace, Marquis Wushuang's Huo family, Fate Academy, the Crown Prince's men…Any one of them was a person with great power, especially the magistrate of Shangjing. He managed the household registration of millions of people in the capital. His power was so great that no one dared to look at him directly. With a stomp of his foot, the capital would tremble. If he farted, the people below would treat him as a treasure.