
"In the winter of the first month of the twelfth day, our former Emperor, His Highness Bingshu went to the Northern Kingdom with his younger brother, the Second Prince. But on the way, our Emperor was killed by the people of the north, causing the fury of our kingdom, then war erupted in various regions." The storyteller fieryly told in front of the restaurant visitors. In his hand there are several manuscript papers containing story material.
"Then after it had stopped, our country was in turmoil with the Xu family's betrayal. They intend to seize the kingdom when the Emperor is not around! It was fortunate that the Second Prince quickly acted by wiping out the Xu family without a single one remaining. That night, the Second Prince burned down Xu's residence and massacred his entire family. According to what my father said, the massacre lasted one day and one night, and at that moment blood was spilling everywhere, the roars of the Xu family members who were being tortured were heard all the way to the neighboring country."
"But..." The storyteller deliberately did not continue his sentence, making the people who were listening wait enthusiastically.
"It turns out that the Second Prince rebelled! But, with Crown Prince Qing's prowess, the rebellion was successfully quelled. The Second Prince and his followers fled and were not found. Our country is peaceful for decades."
The restaurant where the storyteller was told was named Xinyuan, which was located in a strategic location of the capital. At times of day like this, the bustling Xinyuan restaurant was filled with people who were having lunch breaks. The storyteller uses the crowd to look for pieces of money.
The topic he was talking about was actually a topic that was not strange at all. Everyone already knew how this story ended up, yet they did not get tired of hearing it a few times.
The emperor in question in this story is named after Huang Bingshu, Huang Long's great-grandfather. Several calamities occurred in the Southern Kingdom after his death, making his people unable to live quietly in those days. The Emperor's murder, the Xu family's treachery, the attack from the Northern Kingdom, the great coup, happened twenty years ago in the winter.
At least that was what Xie Hongyi knew from the story of the storyteller. He was sitting in the back row seat drinking warm tea.
After the storyteller finished telling the story, he was greeted with boisterous applause from the listeners. Then, after he got paid, he tightly hugged the script on his chest and left from there.
Seeing the storyteller leave, Xie Hongyi said to Ling'er who was sitting next to him. "Ling'er, you wait here. I have a little business." Ling'er answered him with a small nod.
The storyteller walked to the side of the restaurant to go to another restaurant. He did not realize that someone was following him. Just as he was about to turn, the storyteller was startled by Xie Hongyi's sudden appearance in front of him. Then he screamed. "Please don't kill me, I'm not married!"
The side of the restaurant was rarely passed by people, so no one heard the storyteller's screams.
Xie Hongyi rolled his eyes. If you're married, is it legal to kill you?
Seeing the storyteller still feeling scared, Xie Hongyi then said: "I want to do business with you." The woman showed two ingots containing gold pieces. In Xie Hongyi's heart grieved, this was half his salary this month, and yet he enjoyed a dime.
The storyteller lowered his hand from his face. His alertness decreased when he heard the voice of a woman. He immediately sparkled when he heard the sound of money. Then carefully said: "What should I do?"
"That's easy. Tomorrow, you go back to Xinyuan's restaurant and tell the people..." Xie Hongyi then whispered in the ear of the storyteller.
The storyteller's eyes were shocked. He said in shock. "Is that true?"
"No matter if it's true or not. All you have to do is just talk and spread the word."
The storyteller only cared about the money that was in Xie Hongyi's grasp. So he quickly agreed. "You just calm down. I must have done my job well!"
Xie Hongyi said again after giving the storyteller an ingot. "After you're done, I'll give you some extra money."
The storyteller was very happy. He nodded at Xie Hongyi a few times like a car doll.
After finishing his business with the storyteller, Xie Hongyi returned to the restaurant and took Ling'er away somewhere.
They both walked in the middle of the city. The residents are still eager to move as usual in this winter.
Xie Hongyi planned to go to the Mo family and heal Mo Heixue. On the way he asked the system in his mind. "System, how many points do I have right now."
The system that was still comfortable curled up in Xie Hongyi's head, replied. "Your current coins totaled 750 after deducting from some item purchases." Ah, quite a lot, Xie Hongyi thought.
When he got there, some of the Mo family guards prevented him from entering "What is your business coming here? If it doesn't matter, you'd better leave!" The guard replied arrogantly, completely indifferent to Xie Hongyi who was a woman.
Several famous healers had already checked Mo Heixue's state, and they said that Mo Heixue was incurable. So, how could these guards trust Xie Hongyi? "Go! We won't let a liar into Mo's residence!"
Xie Hongyi pursed his lips and clucked. It was at this moment that he heard the voice of a man. The two guards immediately saluted the man behind Xie Hongyi.
Mo Wuyue came and approached Xie Hongyi. "Concubine Xie, what is it that makes you visit the Mo residence?"
Xie Hongyi said as if he was being persecuted. "General Mo, I have come to see Second Young Master's illness. But these two people won't let me in."
Mo Wuyue looked at the two guards like he saw a dead fish. "Let him in." Maybe after this he should give punishment to both of them for their inappropriate attitude.
The two guards hesitated, but seeing Mo Heixue's gaze, they did not dare to refute.
Mo Wuyue brought Xie Hongyi straight to Mo Heixue's room. Mo Wuyue opened the door of his sister's room and let Xie Hongyi in.
After Xie Hongyi entered, he immediately saw Mo Heixue's miserable state.
The philanderer man was lying on the bed with a pale face, looking very weak.
Xie Hongyi said in a hidden happy tone. "Young Master Mo, how are you?"
Hearing the voice of the woman he would never forget, the man on the bed instantly got up from his chicken bed and stared ferociously at Xie Hongyi. "You-" Mo Heixue couldn't continue his words because the pain from his lower half was felt.
Xie Hongyi put his index finger on the lips. "Stt, Young Master mustn't speak out loud, or you'll feel pain again."
Mo Heixue glared as if to say: 'This is your fault for making me this way!' He could not say that in front of his brother.
Xie Hongyi then sat down beside Mo Heixue's bed. "General Mo, can you leave us?"
Mo Wuyue hesitated at Xie Hongyi's request. "But, a woman should not be in the same room as a man, let alone a married woman.
Xie Hongyi calmly said. "I'll leave Ling'er here."
Mo Wuyue finally complied. "All right." Then he went from there. Meanwhile, Mo Heixue looked at her brother's departure with glaring eyes. She was about to get up but her shoulder was held back by Xie Hongyi's hand so she lay down again.
Xie Hongyi cheered on Mo Heixue. "Second Young Master, let's start your treatment."
Outside the room, Mo Wuyue ordered some maids to prepare some food. Then he went to his room.
Mo's residence looks deserted because the host is away. Mo Yuan, the head of the Mo family did not take concubines either, so he did not have a half-brother so there were not many family members living here.
After Mo Wuyue walked out of his room, he glanced at his sister's room. There was no sound from inside the room, but he did not doubt what Xie Hongyi was about to do.
Mo Wuyue then sat down on the dining table chair. In front of him, there were already some dishes served. This dining room had no obstructions, so he would see Xie Hongyi after the woman walked out of Mo Heixue's room.
Mo Wuyue was drinking a cup of tea as his ears caught the sound of the door opening.
Note:
Philanderer: men who engage in loving relationships with many women without emotional attachment.