At this point, the storyteller paused for a mont and let out a long sigh.
"Unexpectedly, our dignified and kind Empress Lan passed away like this. Although it is quite unfortunate, fortunately, fate could not bear it. Twelve years later, the Emperor t his biological daughter, the Sixth Princess. Although we don’t know how the Sixth Princess survived those early years, it proves that bad people will eventually receive their deserved retribution. Consort Hua, now exposed, fled without regard for the Bai Family, fearing punishnt. It’s truly a damn sha that she wasn’t paraded through the streets. What a pity."
As soon as the storyteller’s voice fell, dissatisfied voices rose from the audience.
"Exactly, she’s getting off too easy. That Bai Family not only forcibly seized civilian girls but also bullied the weak. The common folk have long disliked them. Now that Consort Hua has fallen from favor, all the Bai Family’s cris have been submitted to the governnt office. The Sixth Prince has encouraged the victims, promising that he will stand up for them, ensuring there are no problems. Frankly, if the Sixth Prince hadn’t guaranteed it, who would dare? Even if the Bai Family has fallen, officials protecting each other is sothing we common folk understand, so who would want to do sothing difficult and thankless?"
"Indeed, the amount of bribery and corruption the Bai Family has engaged in over the years has enraged the Emperor. Coupled with their years of exploiting the villages, seizing wealth, and grabbing civilian girls, it’s surprising the Emperor hasn’t executed them publicly. Banishing the n and conscripting the won into military service is tragic, but pitiable people have their hateful side, don’t they? If they hadn’t abused the people with their power, how would they have ended up like this? It’s true what they say, self-injury leads to self-destruction."
"True, very true..."
The revelation of the cris is truly regarded as retribution by everyone, witnessing the people’s resentnt and indignation.
In the corner, three people exchanged glances. Although their eyes turned red at the ntion of the Empress Lan’s past, the matter has now reached a conclusion, as they say, fate turns. It was rely a matter of ti.
Suddenly, a commotion erupted outside, the shouts of the people growing louder and drawing the attention of those in the teahouse. The storyteller glanced outside and imdiately clapped his forehead, as if just rembering sothing.
"Oh dear, look at my mory, I forgot to tell everyone. Do you know? The people of the Bai Family are currently being escorted to exile outside. Everyone should hurry up and go. If you miss this village, there won’t be another shop. Those with grudges, take revenge; those without, vent your anger. Hurry up, I need to pack my things too. My niece was driven to death by the Bai Family. Today, I’m going to get my revenge!"
After speaking, without waiting for the crowd to react, the storyteller quickly packed his belongings and ran outside. Seeing this, the listeners couldn’t contain their excitent and rushed out one by one, leaving the teahouse empty, even the Shopkeeper and waiter disappeared in an instant. Witnessing the situation, Murong Xue and the others were left speechless.
"What exactly has the Bai Family done that we don’t know about? The saying ’shared honor, shared loss’ is absolutely right. Without Consort Hua as their support, what is the Bai Family worth? However, I think the Old Lady and that connection with the Donglin Continent also need to be dealt with."
"The Bai Family, who committed all kinds of evil, deserved their current downfall. Are you interested in going to take a look?"
Murong Han glanced at the bustling street and finally led Murong Xue to the second floor, planning to find a private room to have a look, but found them all full. One room had guards standing at the door, clearly belonging to important people. Just as they were about to leave, several official’s children ca out from one of the rooms to greet Murong Han, warmly inviting them in, offering the private room to them. Naturally, Murong Han didn’t hold back from accepting the offer.
Little did they know, right next door to the suite with guards at the door was a pair of n and won lazily leaning against the window, watching the bustling parade on the street with amused eyes.
Sitting by the left window, a man in a simple Lihua Bai outfit, graceful like an immortal, sat there with a trace of an enigmatic smile on his lips, quietly watching the lively scene on the street through the door and window.
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