"What kind of pawnshop is that?" Han Zhi blurted out directly, cutting in with a complaint. "Who opens a pawnshop at a mountain intersection? On top of that, it's right by the imperial highway—how dare anyone set up a pawnshop in a place like that?"
What was the imperial highway? It was a vital route reserved exclusively for the travel of imperial officials and couriers, heavily guarded, with all surrounding commerce subjected to strict scrutiny. Opening a pawnshop at the junction of an imperial highway inherently reeked of something bizarre.
"How long has this pawnshop been there?" Han Zhi looked at Zhang Xun, his gaze as sharp as an eagle's.
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