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

Before long, sobs rose and fell in the teahouse, and the once lively atmosphere turned somber. Wu Hualing on the stage also lost her spirit and seemed lost in the story.

Meanwhile, soft sobs could be heard from the private rooms on the second floor.

The once bright and domineering princess was now crying like a child, her crimson nail polish clutching a handkerchief as she wiped away her tears. However, she did not lose her royal etiquette and simply wept quietly.

With her other hand clutching her chest, she exclaimed, "How could this be? Even if I'm out of my mind, I can't mistake someone else for my former love!!" The princess, who was being tormented for the first time, felt a tightness and pain in her chest that was even worse than when she was arguing with her husband.

The pampered princess, born into wealth and privilege, had never experienced hardship. Even when facing Tang Yizhi, she held the upper hand. She always believed that forced relationships were the only sweet ones, so storytelling was the only "bitterness" she had ever tasted in her life.

When she first started listening to storytelling, she scoffed when the storyteller talked about the love between a commoner woman and a prince, thinking that these people were delusional and dared to write about royalty in their stories.

Later, upon hearing that the Imperial Concubine had appeared, she flew into a rage, feeling that these people were actually disrespecting the royal family, and she was already planning to punish them.

But when she saw the enthusiastic smiles on their faces and the flushed faces during their discussions, she paused again.

She sighed inwardly, wondering why she should lower herself to the level of these people; they were just ordinary folks.

This is how most people live their lives. The highest-ranking official they've ever met is just a government official. It's normal to be curious about the imperial family.

Besides, this is just a story; aren't the tales circulating in the streets even more exaggerated and outrageous? Doesn't her brother just turn a blind eye and let them do as they please? Why should she dwell on it? She can just listen to it as a story and let it go.

Unexpectedly, she took what she heard to heart. Nangong Fengyao's heartbreak became even more intense after he lost his soul, especially after he mistook the person he remembered as his ideal woman.

When the storytelling ended, her heart ached uncontrollably, and her eyes were swollen like almonds, as were the palace maids beside her.

After returning to her residence, she had long forgotten about her argument with the prince consort, and she had no intention of paying any attention to Tang Yizhi at the moment.

Once back in her room, she had her personal maid buy her a storybook.

After listening to the storyteller in the teahouse, she was stuck, itching to read more. When she learned that the story was only available in bookstores, she couldn't wait to ask her maid to buy it.

Once she bought it, she disregarded her vow never to read storybooks and read it from beginning to end.

Meanwhile, in the study of the Princess's residence, Tang Yizhi, holding a brush, unusually turned away. The ink from the brush tip had already touched the Xuan paper, yet he did not react.

He seemed lost in thought, as if he were pondering something.

He knew that the Princess had returned to the manor, after all, the commotion in the hall was so great. Usually, when she returned to the manor at this time, she would definitely come to find him and pester him. But he would never admit that he was distracted because he was not used to it.

But we've been waiting for an hour now, and we haven't heard any sign of her coming this way.

Just then, a servant from the manor came to say that he had seen the princess return to the manor an hour earlier, and her eyes were red and swollen, as if she had been crying.

This made Tang Yizhi even more conflicted. It was true that he disliked Princess Yanran, but he still needed to rely on her.

He gave himself a reason and mentally prepared himself before heading towards his bedchamber.

Before I even entered the door, I heard crying.

Tang Yizhi had known the princess for so long, and he had never seen her cry. Every time he saw her, she was pampered and arrogant. Even when they argued the most fiercely, she never got red in the eyes. It could be said that he had never seen her vulnerable.

So much so that when he saw her lying on her side on the chaise longue, wiping away tears, he was somewhat incredulous.

Yanran was surprised that Tang Yizhi had entered so quietly. She quickly hid the storybook behind her back, completely unaware that she didn't look like the princess she had always been.

Tang Yizhi quickly noticed her little movement and hurriedly asked her what book she was reading.

The eldest princess was secretly annoyed at herself for having given the order that the prince consort could enter the palace without being announced when she suddenly heard him ask. She was a little confused, so Tang Yizhi asked again helplessly.

The eldest princess took out the book and told the reporter that she was reading a storybook, saying, "This storybook is making my heart ache."

Tang Yizhi looked at the book cover in disbelief, then noticed her red eyes and the hand clutching her chest. He raised an eyebrow and said, "It's best to avoid reading such low-class books."

"What's wrong with this book? If you like reading those classics, then go ahead and read them!" The princess was unusually indignant when she heard him say this, and her temper flared up again.

He spends his days hiding in his study reading those books. Don't think she doesn't know he still dreams of taking the imperial examinations someday. But now he's the son-in-law of the emperor. Although he can't be an official, he lives a life of luxury. Why bother becoming an official?

"Princess, why are you bringing this up again!" He didn't understand why the princess was unhappy just because he said one sentence.

"Am I wrong? Don't think I don't know you still have feelings for Su Xiu!"

"These are all old, trivial matters, Princess, please don't bring them up again." Tang Yizhi, fearing they would start arguing, turned and left.

The eldest princess was left standing there, seething with anger.

The two masters in the mansion were arguing again, and the servants dared not utter a sound, for fear of accidentally angering one of them.

The news that the Princess had gone to Chayunhe spread like wildfire throughout Bianjing.

Even many ladies from high-ranking families heard the news and flocked to Chayunhe to listen to storytelling. The Princess was also considered a trendsetter in Bianjing, and with this title, more ladies and young women went to Chayunhe.

The tea garden is thriving, with a constant stream of people coming and going every day, all eager to hear the storytelling of "Tianke's Number One Storyteller".

This scene was witnessed by the opera troupe that had previously performed Southern Opera, and they were afraid that someone else would beat them to it.

The troupe leader finally made up his mind and went to discuss the matter with Ye Yuwu.

Ye Yuwu was pleased that they were willing to cooperate, and they discussed the specifics.

Ye Yuwu decided that he would only take 20% of the money he earned from performing. As for the arrangement, they could create their own, but the storyline had to be consistent with the original.

So the opera troupe combined vernacular stories with Southern opera to create a grand play.

Once the troupe leader had arranged the play, he happily showed the results to Ye Yuwu. Lianren put on beautiful makeup and performed it on stage.

Ye Yuwu was very satisfied with what she saw, and felt that the theater would definitely be packed!

As expected, the opening of the theater, coupled with the previous reputation of "Starfall Rain", attracted some book fans to come and watch.

With the addition of fans who already loved watching Southern Opera, the theater was packed to capacity.

"Is this a new play?" asked a fan of Nanxi Opera.

"It should be. It's said to be a compilation of a popular storybook from Bianjing recently."

"No wonder there are so many people here today. I heard that some ladies from prominent families have booked a private room to watch the show!" Someone pointed to the private room upstairs.

"Compiling a storybook? Are you kidding me? What kind of play can you turn a third-rate storybook into? Forget it, I'd better leave, what a waste of time!"