Chapter 28 The Storyteller's Revelations

Jingzhe looked at the busy streets. It was hard to open a business in the north of the city today, so he could only leave: "Okay."

The three of them went to the east of the city.

It took us half an hour to get there. Normal business had already resumed here. Perhaps the shops in the north and west of the city were not open yet, so all the shops flocked here, resulting in a lot of people.

Xie Zhizhi saw that there were people lining up in every store, "Let's find a teahouse and sit down, and then go buy something when there are not so many people."

After all, in their eyes, I haven't eaten anything yet.

"Big sister is right." Jing Lan pointed to a three-story classical teahouse and said, "Xiang Ming Ju is good. Let's have breakfast first. Big sister must be hungry."

"Yes, yes, yes!"

"Pick a teahouse where you can listen to books." Xie Zhizhi wanted to hear if there was any other information she didn't know.

In ancient times, storytelling was one of the few ways to spread information.

Jing Lan looked at the crowded crowd around him warily while walking towards Xiang Ming Ju. "Most teahouses have storytelling. Xiang Ming Ju has one on the first floor."

Xie Zhizhi heard this and followed. The original owner of the east city came later because it was too far from the general's mansion. Jingzhe followed behind her. The two of them walked one in front and one behind. The caution of the secret guards was engraved in their bones.

Jinglan made way and quickly left the crowd and arrived at Xiangmingju.

The lobby on the first floor was packed with people, with only one table at the side left. Jing Lan quickly slipped in and took the seat.

Just as they sat down, the waiter brought the menu. Xie Zhizhi looked at the rich list of snacks and felt hungry again.

"Golden bird's nest, steamed cheese with sugar..."

The waiter was very enthusiastic when he heard the guest ordered more than 30 dishes. The old woman was so rich. As expected, she looked simple and plain. You can't judge a person by appearance. He smiled and said, "The three guests, please have some tea first. The snacks will be served soon. Our storyteller has been prepared."

Jing Lan waved his hand and let the waiter go down.

After a while.

Suddenly, a heated discussion broke out from the next table.

Xie Zhizhi was sitting close by and heard it with her own ears.

"You know, the emperor passed away yesterday, and everything in the harem disappeared overnight! Do you think you saw a ghost?"

Then the people at that table realized that the noise was too loud, so they moved closer to discuss so that no one else could hear them.

Jingzhe and Jinglan's pupils shrank, and they opened their mouths in shock, staring at Xie Zhizhi and asking silently, "Dead? The dog emperor died just like that?"

They haven't figured out yet whether the emperor has plotted against the general.

But it is a fact that they raided the general's mansion and wanted to kill the young lady!

Not sympathetic at all.

Xie Zhizhi nodded, with a smile that neither of them could understand, "It seems so."

Jing Lan seemed to be thinking about something, and asked doubtfully, "But why did the Queen's things disappear?"

Xie Zhizhi narrowed her eyes slightly, as if smiling: "Second sister is so smart, guess it."

The two looked at each other and shook their heads silently.

"have no idea."

At this time, the storyteller on the stage slowly walked out from the backstage, and the three stopped discussing.

The storyteller went straight to the point and said with an exaggeratedly nervous expression, "Nice to meet you again. Do you know what a shocking thing happened last night? Wow, no one would have expected it!"

The audience's appetite was suddenly whetted. They put down their bowls and chopsticks, looked towards the stage and pricked up their ears.

Xie Zhizhi and the other two also looked up. She looked at the storyteller for a few seconds. He had young and handsome features, and his eyes and eyebrows had the elegance and easy-goingness of a scholar, but the tone of his voice was like that of an old man selling goods at a street stall.

He just opened his lips and said, "Last night, the General's Mansion was searched and hundreds of imperial guards died mysteriously! Most of the property disappeared! The officers and soldiers of the Imperial Censorate searched the house and all the property disappeared! At that time, the people present saw their power disappear bit by bit, and a cold wind blew on their necks. They ran away in fear!"

The storyteller's witty and varied voice and the ups and downs of his voice make the story tempting to delve deeper into, while at the same time shocking you with the amount of information contained in it.

Even the torrential rain that flooded the streets was not as shocking as what happened to the royal officials.

Xie Zhizhi didn't expect that in this era, someone would dare to talk about these things openly. Little did she know that the storyteller's next words would surprise her even more.

The storyteller opened and closed the fan in his hand, sighing, "Then there was another bizarre fire in the palace! The emperor passed away. Everything in the harem mysteriously disappeared again, leaving only a large bed. The guards at the door said... they didn't see any thieves coming in or out. Tell me... who could have sneaked in and taken away everything?"

Hundreds of people in the audience were stunned. Although there were rumors this morning that something had happened to the current emperor, there was actually such explosive information besides this!

The palace was heavily guarded, so how did he disappear?

Little did they know that the man was sitting right here.

The huge lobby was silent, and with the storyteller's eerie tone, it was easy to associate it with that thing. I became inexplicably nervous and focused on listening to what he was going to say next.

The storyteller continued, "There is still no conclusion to this matter. How did so many things disappear? Was it carried away by a person? Was the guard blind? If it wasn't a person, then what could have carried away so many valuable items? Do you want to know?"

"I want to!" Someone's appetite was aroused, and thinking that the storyteller knew, he shouted excitedly.

"Alas, the Imperial City has been hit by disasters one after another. Is it related to what happened in the Imperial Palace?" The storyteller sighed heavily, leaving everyone with endless room for imagination. He changed the subject and said, "Today's story ends here. If you want to know more, please come back tomorrow. Xiangmingju is waiting to welcome you all."

The people in the audience were still not satisfied and could not tell the truth of the words for a moment. After all, it sounded too mysterious.

Everyone had mixed feelings and was eager to leave here to get the truth of the matter.

In order to know what happened next, everyone applauded enthusiastically: "Pa pa pa!"

Xie Zhizhi was a little confused. The storyteller said that people would be beheaded in this era, right?

Jing Lan leaned close to her ear and whispered, "Sister, this teahouse belongs to the Third Prince."

oh?

So that's how it is.

No wonder there was no mention of the Imperial Concubine.