"Let's have a chat at the Roadside teahouse."
Xu Xing became interested.
He never expected that the storyteller regaling the street with tales about him was none other than Scholar Su, with whom he shared a bond from their time as prison friends.
"Please."
Scholar Su stuffed the reward money from the large ceramic bowl into his pocket and tucked the white paper fan into his waist. With his hands clasped behind his back, he followed Xu Xing into a Roadside teahouse, where they ordered a high seat and a pot of premium tea.
After a few cups of tea, Scholar Su opened up. "I don't want to be an official anymore. In the first year of Tiande, when you conquered the realm, you invited me to serve in the new court. I deliberately avoided the Imperial Envoy you sent and hid outside my house. I waited for three days and nights until the Imperial Envoy left before I returned home."
"Later, I came to Shenjing. Finding storytelling interesting, I took it up."
