"In a few days, come with me to the seaside and choose a location to dry sea salt," Chu Suifeng suddenly stated.
"Prince, I'm afraid I don't have the time to accompany you," Lin Ziyin replied. "The aristocratic families are restless in Feng City, can you really afford to leave? In a few days, the weather will be warmer, and I will be even busier. I have to supervise the cultivation and sowing of the seeds." Lin Ziyin delicately refused. Hearing Chu Suifeng's words, she surmised he was likely taking a gamble and had already guarded against the Imperial Court.
Since ancient times, salt was a regulated commodity. If Chu Suifeng truly wanted to break free from the control of the Imperial Court, he would need to anticipate their potential block on salt supply.
"The cultivation and sowing, there will naturally be farmers in charge of that. For the affairs within Feng City, you need not worry on my behalf," Chu Suifeng said with a cold expression.