The Prodigal Son

The Duke of Wei's Mansion.

"Thirteenth Young Master, Thirteenth Young Master..."

Luo Qingyi rushed in, grabbed Qin Yu, and dragged him out, shouting, "Quick, come out with me!"

"What are you doing?"

Qin Yu was very puzzled.

What's wrong? Is she going to take me to a hotel?

Luo Qingyi blinked, a mysterious smile appearing on her face. "You'll find out soon enough!"

Got it!

Seeing how excited she is, let's go with her and take a look!

Who knows, she might actually have some kind of surprise in mind?

I'm getting a little excited just thinking about it!

Soon, the two of them led Qi Dachui out the door.

Luo Qingyi acted mysteriously the whole way, and even bought bamboo hats for him and Qi Dachui to wear on the street, making Qin Yu think for a moment that she was going to take him to catch them cheating.

Led by Luo Qingyi, they arrived at a crowded teahouse.

The teahouse was packed with people; there was hardly any room to stand.

This made Qin Yu want to sue them for illegal assembly.

But strangely enough, the teahouse was not noisy at all, with only the voice of a storyteller constantly ringing out.

"The students in the Faculty of Arts were on the verge of collapse when suddenly, a deafening thunderclap descended from the sky!"

The officials were terrified by the thunder, but they were completely unaware that a golden light had entered Qin Yu's body with lightning speed!

"Gentlemen, guess what that is? That's right, it's the God of Literature descended to earth!"

The next moment, Qin Yu slammed his fist on the table, stood up, and laughed loudly: "Thirty million scholars of Da Ning, must all bow their heads before me..."

The storyteller vividly described to the people in the teahouse what had happened in the peony garden the day before.

It was utterly absurd, yet the people in the teahouse listened with rapt attention.

Qin Yu stared at the storyteller with a dark expression.

How the hell did I not know that a golden light had descended from the sky?

This is such a load of rubbish!

Which web novel writer's grandson transmigrated here?

return……

Of the thirty million scholars of Da Ning, would they all bow their heads before me?

There are fewer than 30 million people in Da Ning who can write their full name!

Qin Yu turned to look at Luo Qingyi, who had her chest pressed against his arm.

Feeling the soft touch, Qin Yu finally understood why Luo Qingyi had brought them out so mysteriously.

Luo Qingyi couldn't help but chuckle and gestured for him to look at Qi Dachui beside her.

Qin Yu turned slightly to look over and saw Qi Dachui staring blankly with his mouth agape, clearly shocked by what the storyteller had said.

"Still grinning like an idiot!"

Qin Yu glanced at Bai Luo in green, "Don't you think someone's trying to flatter me to death?"

"What?"

Luo Qingyi's eyelids twitched. "I think this is a common trick used by storytellers. Doesn't this just vindicate the Thirteenth Young Master?"

"What 'rectification of reputation'!" Qin Yu frowned. "The reason His Majesty trusts this old man is because the Qin family has no successor! Now these people are praising me like this, even going so far as to say I'm a reincarnation of the God of Literature. They probably just want to make His Majesty wary of the Qin family, and thus distrust this old man..."

The storyteller didn't enter the peony garden, so if no one had encouraged him, he probably wouldn't have known so much about the drinking games.

The people behind this are most likely the same people who were in the peony garden yesterday!

Upon hearing Qin Yu's analysis, Luo Qingyi's smile vanished instantly.

"That's not all!"

Luo Qingyi said in a low voice, "I passed by a teahouse earlier, and the storyteller there made up all sorts of stories about how the Thirteenth Young Master held a birthday banquet for the Empress Dowager. He said that the Thirteenth Young Master punched Bei Qi and kicked Yan Guo at the Empress Dowager's birthday banquet, and single-handedly saved face for Da Ning, etc..."

She had previously thought that it wasn't necessarily a bad thing for these storytellers to exaggerate like this.

She didn't want Qin Yu to always be known as a spoiled brat.

But now that Qin Yu said that, she suddenly felt that something was wrong.

There's a real possibility that someone is stirring up trouble behind the scenes!

The storyteller continued, his tales becoming increasingly outrageous.

Qin Yu couldn't stand it any longer, so he left with Luo Qingyi and Qi Dachui.

They didn't go anywhere else; they just asked for a room at an inn across from the teahouse and observed the teahouse through the room's window.

Qin Yu planned to wait until the people in the teahouse left before dragging the storyteller over for a thorough interrogation.

Let's find out who authorized him to do this!

They waited outside for about half an hour before the teahouse patrons gradually dispersed.

Qin Yu gave Qi Dachui an order, and Qi Dachui immediately went out.

In no time at all, Qi Dachui carried the storyteller into the room like a chick.

The storyteller trembled, but shouted with a fierce but weak voice, "Who are you? In broad daylight, under the clear sky, what...what do you want?"

Qin Yu raised an eyebrow and smiled, "You make money by gossiping about me in teahouses, and you don't even know who I am?"

"Making up stories? What did I make up stories about? I..."

As the storyteller was speaking, he suddenly trembled and asked, stammering, "You...you are...Young Master Qin?"

"Not too stupid!"

Qin Yu gently twisted his neck and slowly stood up. "Tell me, who ordered you to do this?"

"what?"

The storyteller was taken aback, and said in a trembling voice, "This humble one...does not understand what the young master means."

"Still pretending to be confused with me?"

Qin Yu laughed, "If no one instructed you, how could a storyteller like you know what happened in the Peony Garden?"

"this……"

The storyteller, realizing his mistake, hurriedly explained, "No one instructed me! This is the manuscript I bought from Mr. Liu. If you don't believe me, young master, I'll get the manuscript for you right now..."

As he spoke, the storyteller fumbled around on his person until he finally found the few pages of the manuscript, which he then handed to Qin Yu with trembling hands.

Qin Yu took it.

Holy crap?

It really is a manuscript!

While the handwriting wasn't exactly neat, it wasn't sloppy either; at least it was much better than his.

Moreover, it's not finished yet.

The sentence ends with: To be continued!

Dog day!

They've even started a serialization?

It really is that grandson of a web novelist who transmigrated here!

Qin Yu put away the manuscript, then asked with a dark expression, "What's that Mr. Liu's name? Where does he live?"

"This... I don't know!"

The storyteller, with a mournful face, said, "Mr. Liu is the one who writes the scripts specifically for us storytellers..."

This Mr. Liu is very mysterious; he doesn't even know Mr. Liu's name.

Most of the books they mentioned were written for them by Mr. Liu.

The story of Qin Fumeng blinding Emperor Murong Teng of Northern Qi with an arrow was also written by that person.

As far as he knew, Mr. Liu not only collaborated with him, but also with several other storytellers.

This manuscript was sold to him by someone sent by Mr. Liu this morning.

In the past, Mr. Liu would finish writing the manuscripts before giving them to them.

This time is an exception.

However, because Mr. Liu's manuscripts are very popular, his manuscripts are also quite expensive.

He was charged one and a half taels of silver for just these few pages of manuscript.

Qin Yu narrowed his eyes slightly: "So, he'll sell you the manuscript later, right?"

"Uh-huh……"

The storyteller nodded cautiously.

Okay, that makes things easier!

He wanted to see which bastard was stirring up trouble!