The teahouse was bustling as ever.
The storyteller was eloquent and expressive.
The guests were gathered around small round tables, listening to stories, drinking tea, and eating melon seeds and dried fruits, thoroughly enjoying themselves.
However, today's storyteller was not a man, but a young girl with a clear and crisp voice.
The voice was pleasant and lively.
It drew rounds of applause from the customers.
Li Hongyuan casually glanced around, originally intending to leave right away.
He didn't like this kind of place, finding it too noisy.
But somehow, he felt that the faintly heard female storyteller's voice was familiar.
When did teahouses start letting women tell stories?
Su Cheng noticed Li Hongyuan stopping his horse and thinking, and immediately signaled an attendant nearby.
The attendant jumped off his horse, ran into the teahouse, and quickly came back, whispering to Su Cheng, "Boss, the storyteller in there... it seems to be our princess."
