Quick Transmigration: My System is a Big Liar

Chu Mu joined in, deliberately teasing Song Jingyuan, "That's right, that's right. Brother Jingyuan insisted on switching places with his cousin yesterday, wasn't it to experience this moment? What a waste of such a great opportunity."

Song Jingyuan grabbed Chu Mu's neck and said in a sinister tone, "Chu Mu, your tongue's getting sharper! Come on, let me see if you've been slacking off these past few days since you came down the mountain, and how many moves you can withstand from me?"

Chu Mu quickly begged for forgiveness, "Brother, brother, my dear brother, I was wrong. I know you changed it because you were worried about my cousin's reputation. I will never say anything like that again."

His quick surrender made everyone burst into laughter.

Chu Qing and Qin Jing sat to the side, laughing as they watched them bicker.

The gates of Silvermoon City were sealed off, so they couldn't get in or out for a while. They weren't in a hurry to travel and just wandered around the city every day.

Whenever this happened, Chu Qing would avoid them and go out to play with Qin Jing alone, only to be met with their complaints upon her return.

Chu Qing could recite the lines of complaint by heart, so he naturally let them go in one ear and out the other, pretending not to hear them.

Anyway, it doesn't hurt or itch, so let them talk all they want.

Chu Qing discovered that Qin Jing enjoyed listening to storytellers in teahouses, so she accompanied him there every afternoon. When Song Jingyuan and the others found out, they went to the teahouse a little earlier to wait for him.

What started as a trip for two eventually turned into a trip for many.

When the time came, the storyteller appeared on the stage precisely on time.

Snapped

The gavel slammed heavily on the table, silencing the noisy teahouse. Everyone stared intently at the man in the long robe on the stage.

"Today we'll talk about the Chu Ci, the prodigy from the Kingdom of Nansang decades ago."

Chu Qing was filled with questions. Chu Ci actually shared the same name as her father.

But why Beixiang Kingdom? Wasn't Nansang Kingdom destroyed by the other three kingdoms more than a decade ago?

"It is said that decades ago, in the Kingdom of Nansang, there was a child prodigy who could compose poems at the age of five, compose couplets at the age of six, and pass the imperial examination at the age of twelve. At the age of thirteen, he abandoned his pen for the sword and went to the battlefield. By the age of twenty, his name was known throughout the four kingdoms, and he had become an astonishingly powerful and fearsome white-faced general..."

Upon hearing this, the private room on the second floor of the teahouse by the window fell into complete silence. Song Jingyuan and the others guessed that the Chu Ci the storyteller was referring to was the former leader's, and everyone's eyes fell on Chu Qing's face.

At this moment, Chu Qing was certain that the person the storyteller was talking about was her father, Chu Ci. She had guessed her father's identity before, but she never expected it to be so high. He was actually the God of War General of Bei Xiang Kingdom.

"What everyone admires about the God of War Chu Ci is his devotion. His wife was a maid in the Chu family. The two grew up together and were childhood sweethearts. They promised to get married when he returned from the battlefield."

"But on the eve of Chu Ci's return, in the dead of winter, the little maid accidentally fell into the water and became infertile for life. Naturally, this was opposed by Chu's parents. How could they agree to their excellent son marrying a maid who couldn't have children? Guess what happened next?"

The storyteller's questions elicited whispers from the audience, with only two possible outcomes: either the parents would give in, or the child would back down.

"Of course, it was the God of War Chu Ci who won. His persistence forced the Chu family elders to back down, and the little maid was brought into the Chu family in a grand procession, becoming the eldest young mistress of the Chu family..."

Wow!

A gasp rippled through the crowd. The little maid had suddenly become her mistress—wasn't this what countless girls dreamed of?

For five years, even without having any children, the couple remained as loving as ever.

As everyone speculated about what would happen next, the storyteller uttered a single sentence and then turned and left.

"To know what will happen next, please wait for the next chapter."

The young maid accidentally fell into the water and was rendered infertile for life.

They have been married for five years without having children.

So who is she?

Born later?

Was it adopted?

These words kept repeating in Chu Qing's mind. Suddenly, she remembered the envelope her father had given her before she went down the mountain. She thought it contained silver notes, so she didn't open it.

Could the envelope contain a letter from my father?

What was written in the letter?

Is this what I'm about to tell you?

Why doesn't Father explain this to his face?

Chu Qing didn't care about anything else at the moment. She got up and walked out without saying goodbye to anyone. She wanted to go back and verify her thoughts.

Just as Chu Qing reached the stairs, a young man suddenly appeared and blocked her way. "Miss, please wait. My master invites you upstairs for a chat."

Chu Qing took a step back warily. "Who is your master? I don't know him."

The young man bowed and said, "Miss, don't be afraid! My master is the owner of the restaurant, and he said he can resolve your doubts."

"I have no doubts. Move aside, I'm leaving," Chu Qing protested. The man's appearance was too coincidental, so coincidental that she couldn't help but be suspicious.

The young man respectfully stepped aside, "Yes, Master said that Miss can come anytime she wants to know."

Hearing the boy say that, Chu Qing immediately changed her mind, "You lead the way."

"Yes," the boy replied respectfully.

Chu followed the boy into the third-floor right-hand private room, Mengzhuxuan.

There was only one middle-aged man in the private room. He was the storyteller from before, still wearing the same white robe, looking as refined and approachable as ever.

"Miss, please sit down."

"Sir, why did you deliberately lead me here? I suppose today's story is also meant for me?" Chu Qing did not sit down, but looked at him warily.

The man smiled when he heard Chu Qing's words, staring at her intently—no, as if he were looking through her at someone else.

After a long silence, the man sighed, "You're just as smart as your mother, you understand things instantly."

Chu Qing remained silent, though she was eager to know who this 'her mother' was.

But she had to be careful until she figured out whether the other party was friend or foe.

"Brother Chu has taken good care of you. Your mother made the right choice back then." The man noticed Chu Qing's wariness but didn't care and continued speaking to himself.

"I held you when you were just born, and now you're so big. You look just like your mother did back then!"

Chu Qing couldn't hold back any longer, "Who exactly are you?"

The man laughed, "Your impatient nature comes from your mother."

Not getting an answer, Chu Qing turned and left. She must have been out of her mind to follow him here looking for answers.

“Qingqing, I am Ji Jinnian, your mother’s sworn brother. I even held you when you were little. I personally handed you over to Brother Chu.”

This sentence successfully made Chu Qing stop in his tracks.

The man poured a cup of tea and placed it opposite him. "Sit down and let me tell you slowly."

Chu Qing sat down, waiting for the man to speak again.