The teahouse was completely still. Only the storyteller was still gesticulating wildly.
"...this is the supreme honor, a match made in heaven… this is a sign His Majesty places importance on Thousand Commander Lu, benevolence from the mighty emperor..."
His trembling voice reverberated throughout the teahouse.
He really did not want to live anymore. When did a Yangcheng storyteller had become so bold as to shout the name of Jinyiwei in the middle of the street.
He even spoke of the capital's famous Devil Thousand-Man Commander Lu.
After the teahouse had been hit with silence, the sounds of tables and chairs scraping and clattering as well as the pounding footsteps followed as the customers, who had been drinking tea and laughing merrily, all ran out.
The storyteller seemed not to see what was happening, continuing to narrate with the same enthusiasm.
Miss Jun saw the people pour out, but she didn’t move away from the doorway.
Was she too scared to?
