The old man clutched the storyteller's collar tightly with both hands, shouting madly: "The story you just told is about my family, the couple in the story are the Prince and Princess Consort; quickly tell me, why did they kill my son?"
The storyteller was scared stiff. From the old man's eyes, he saw madness; this person must have suffered a great shock to show such a look.
"Brother, don't be so agitated. Let's sit down and talk things through calmly."
"Talk about what? My son is dead; talk about what?" Despite his scrawny appearance, the old man had an unexpectedly strong grip, making the middle-aged storyteller struggle to breathe.
The people in the teahouse were originally engrossed in listening to the story. Suddenly, the old man burst in and interrupted their listening. Initially, they were bewildered, not knowing what had happened, but when they heard, realized the old man had taken the storyteller's tale as truth, leading him to attack.
