After being expelled from the mansion, I changed the dynasty by writing novels.

At this moment, Ling Luo, who was passing by, also saw the wooden board standing at the door and heard the voices of people around her discussing it. As soon as she heard the words "Mr. Wuming's Storybook" in big characters, she immediately signaled the carriage to stop.

She had originally intended to go to the silk shop to pick out fabric to make new clothes, but now she had no intention of going there. After getting off the carriage, she turned around and went into the teahouse.

The passersby who had been discussing how the teahouse looked so shabby fell silent.

Anyone with eyes could see that the young lady from the previous conversation came from a wealthy and powerful family. Her impressive carriage and attire clearly demonstrated this. It was truly unexpected that someone from such a family would be in a teahouse.

Ling Luo was unaware of the sudden silence outside. Recently, her family had started arranging marriages for her, making her very busy and preventing her from spending much time with her close friends.

After being busy for so many days, she only learned today that Mr. Wuming has published a new book and is also collaborating with the teahouse.

She had listened to storytelling a few times, but her mistress was very strict and she didn't come often. But now that she thinks about it, none of the stories she had heard before were as good as the book "The Overbearing Prince Falls in Love with His Little Maid" written by Mr. Wuming.

But if it's a story told by Mr. Wuming, then she'd like to listen.

So she immediately asked for a superior private room.

The superior private room has a very good location. People downstairs cannot see upstairs, while people upstairs can see very clearly. Moreover, the superior private room faces the grandstand, so the hearing and sight are superb.

However, the tea culture here is still not as grand as that of Tianxia Tea House, and the private rooms are also much smaller.

However, the tea and pastries were quite unique. It was a good choice to drink tea, especially the fruit tea, since she had never had fruit tea like this before.

Before long, a man in a gray coat walked to the wooden table that had already been set up on the stage.

Ling Luo was quite surprised to see his youthful appearance. Not only her, but the customers downstairs also doubted his identity. Which storyteller isn't a middle-aged man? Only their apprentices could be so young.

Is the title of "Tianke's Number One Storyteller" just a hoax?

Some men tried to leave upon seeing this.

Wu Hualing, who had been extremely nervous in the audience, immediately transformed as soon as she sat down at the table.

He slammed the wooden table with the board, and the whole room suddenly fell silent.

"Thank you all for coming to support my book, Wu. Today I'm going to talk about this book, 'Starfall Rain.' If I've offended you, please leave!" He paused here, then slammed his hand on the table, indicating that the story was about to begin.

I have never heard a storyteller in a teahouse say such a straightforward thing as "If I have offended you, please take your leave!"

This aroused the competitive spirit of some of them, and those who were about to leave sat back down.

They thought to themselves: Let's see just how offensive this is!

Whether these people returned or left didn't affect Wu Hualing on the stage. He continued, "Speaking of Bianjing, there is an Imperial Academy, mostly filled with children from high-ranking families. Many commoners would do anything to get a place there. Moreover, the Imperial Academy also admits female students. They uphold the educational philosophy of gender equality. Of course, only women with both virtue and talent can enter the Imperial Academy. Furthermore, women can also serve as officials in the court and benefit the people..."

Before Wu Hualing had even finished speaking, someone in the audience began to speak, "Mr. Wu, are you referring to the Imperial Academy in Bianjing? I've never heard of admitting female students there."

A young-looking man below asked a sincere question, while the people around him, holding sunflower seeds, whispered and echoed his sentiments.

"That's a good question, sir. Indeed, the Imperial Academy of this dynasty does not admit women. I was just referring to the background of a story in a folk tale. Folk tales are mostly fictional, so just enjoy them for the fun of it. However, I hope to see such a grand occasion in the future!"

"Come on, a woman's virtue lies in her lack of talent. If we really let them become officials, not only the court, but the entire dynasty would be in chaos." At this moment, a burly man picking his feet in the corner sneered.

"This brother is quite cultured, isn't he? Do you know the saying 'A woman's virtue lies in her lack of talent'? It means that if a woman lacks talent, then we should look at her character! It seems that you should go home and read more books, brother."

At this moment, someone suddenly spoke up from the corner, but because he was sitting in a very secluded and dark place, no one could see his face, only his white robe.

The guy who was called uncultured was so angry by his retort that his face turned red, but he couldn't argue with him. There were so many people around, so he couldn't really lose his temper.

Regardless of his expression, everyone kept urging Wu Hualing to speak quickly.

Wu Hualing didn't care about the earlier interruption and was about to start speaking again when suddenly there was a noise from upstairs. A maid in green came downstairs, carrying silver in her hand.

“My young lady said that the storyteller told a good story, and this is a tip for him.”

The crowd was astonished, never expecting that someone would tip a storyteller in a teahouse so soon after he had only started.

The person who tipped Wu Hualing was Ling Luo in the private room on the second floor. She had heard what Wu Hualing said and felt a little emotional. What a beautiful vision!

At the same time, she admired this Mr. Wuming even more. His writings always touched her deeply. She was startled and suddenly felt that the things she had prepared for her wedding were somewhat ridiculous.

She didn't care how noisy it was downstairs.

These words began to shake Ling Luo's resolve and planted a seed in her heart.

Because Ling Luo was unwilling to reveal her name, Wu Hualing could only express her gratitude remotely.

Meanwhile, Ye Yuwu, who was also in the private room, witnessed the heated conversation. She guessed that writing these things would cause a lot of controversy, but she still had to write them. As a storybook, she also wanted to bring something to this dynasty.

When the waiter came to her house, she gave him some instructions. The waiter went downstairs, brought out a pot of freshly brewed tea, and served it to the man in the white robe who had been in the corner.

The man was taken aback. "I didn't ask for any more tea!"

"This was a gift from our manager."

The people next to the man were envious.

"Please thank your manager for me."

The man sitting in the shadows raised an eyebrow. He didn't need to smell it to know that this tea was of poor quality, which he didn't usually drink. But he also knew it was the teahouse and the owner's good intention, so for the first time he didn't complain and drank cup after cup.

The incident here did not affect the performance on stage.

After the maid left, Wu Hualing slammed her hand on the table and began to speak.

"Continuing from the story just now, there was a family named Wu in Bianjing. The eldest daughter of this family, Wu Qingzi, had auspicious ancestral graves. She was an ordinary commoner from a poor family, but she passed the imperial examination and was admitted to the Imperial Academy. The whole family was overjoyed and decided to sell everything they owned to send her to the Imperial Academy."

On her first day at the Imperial College, she witnessed the extravagance of these noble sons. Although she came from a poor family, it did not break her resilient spirit.

On her first day, she also made her first close female friend at the Imperial College.

However, as soon as they left the school together to go to the dining hall, a commotion broke out among the students, especially the female students, some of whom began to scream.