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Standing on the outermost edge of the crowd listening to the newspaper being read aloud was a middle-aged farmer with a weathered face.

He listened through the gaps in the crowd for quite a while.

As I listened, my nose tingled, and I lowered my head, covering my face with my rough hands.

The owner of the pancake stall next door recognized him and patted him on the shoulder when he saw this.

"Old Zhao, what's wrong with you now? Why are you suddenly covered in tears?"

The man called Lao Zhao wiped his eyes haphazardly, and when he looked up, his eyes were completely red.

"My family...my family was originally from Jizhou, and we had five acres of fertile land. Three years ago, it was forcibly seized by the local Cui family's tenant farmer, who brought a group of thugs!"

"They falsely accused me of owing long-standing rent and even stole my land deed."

"My eldest son, who had just turned sixteen, went up to argue with them, and they beat him to death with sticks!"

"I refuse to accept this! I took the last few strings of cash my family had and went to the prefectural government to file a complaint."

"It's that Prefect Jia who was just mentioned in the newspaper... He's always protecting the Cui family."

"They accused me of being a troublemaker who slandered the local gentry, so they dragged me to the courtroom, beat me severely, and threw me out of town..."

The people around, who had been discussing grain prices, gradually quieted down.

Dozens of sympathetic eyes stared at him.

Old Zhao's gaze fell on the newspaper in the scholar's hand, across the crowd.

"In the years since my whole family fled to Beijing, I've always felt that... the world is completely dark, and nobody cares about the lives of us insignificant commoners."

"The officials in the imperial court are high and mighty. They don't even know what we ordinary people eat or wear, or how hard we live. Let alone expect them to stand up for us."

"But the Da Yong People's Daily describes this disaster relief effort in a very detailed and logical way..."

"The emperor actually went to Jizhou in person, arrested corrupt officials, punished local bullies, and even distributed food seeds to those who couldn't survive..."

Old Zhao looked around at the people with wide eyes, yet he couldn't believe it.

"Gentlemen... could what's in the *Da Yong Min Bao* be true? Has that beast surnamed Jia really been dismissed from his post and investigated?!"

The crowd fell silent for a moment.

No one dared to say whether this information was true or not, but they desperately hoped that what was in the newspaper was true!

The scholar reading the newspaper was filled with respect. He stood up and raised the newspaper high in his hand.

Pointing to a line of inconspicuous small print at the very bottom of the newspaper, he loudly proclaimed to the crowd:

"Reliable! Absolutely reliable! There's even a line of text at the very bottom of the newspaper saying that!"

"If there are any discrepancies in the facts published in this newspaper, please visit the Taiyo Minpo newspaper office in Einei-bo, Kyoto for verification. We welcome citizens to write letters to appeal their grievances at any time, and we will definitely speak out on their behalf after verification!"

Tears streamed down Old Zhao's face like a broken string, and the surrounding people were also moved when they heard this.

"It's a fact! It's a fact that can be believed!"

"Can ordinary people still write letters to appeal their grievances?"

"This newspaper actually dares to speak up for us ordinary people?"

"Yes!" The scholar exclaimed excitedly, his face turning bright red.

"The fact that the *Da Yong Min Bao* newspaper dares to openly print its address, allowing people to come and verify it or file complaints, means it absolutely cannot be a fraud!"

The pancake stall owner pulled Old Zhao up, overjoyed.

"Great! This *Da Yong Min Bao* newspaper is absolutely fantastic!"

"In the future, those damned corrupt officials will be investigated, we common people will have a place to voice our grievances, and even the emperor, by reading these newspapers, will be aware of the suffering of us ordinary citizens!"

"Old Zhao! Go tell the newspaper about your suffering!"

"Yes! I'm going to tell the newspapers all the evil deeds the Cui family has committed against the people of Jizhou over the years! Let the whole world see the crimes of these tyrants and powerful families!"

……

That afternoon.

Throughout Kyoto's streets and alleys, teahouses and taverns, groups of three or five people can be seen gathered around a large newspaper, the Daiyominbo, engaging in heated discussions.

The storytellers in the teahouse, who were quick to pick up on topics, were the first to smell the business opportunity known as "getting rich quick".

They immediately abandoned their old, tired routine of repeatedly telling stories about "talented men and beautiful women" and "gods fighting."

He took news reports from the People's Daily about disaster relief and the arrest of corrupt officials in Jizhou, embellished and arranged them into suspenseful new stories, and then slammed his fist on the table and talked about them at length on stage.

The result was naturally astonishing.

More and more listeners gathered, and the threshold of the teahouse was almost worn down by the crowd.

The teahouse owner, seeing that he had collected 30% more tea money than usual, hid behind the counter and grinned so hard his back teeth were showing.

Quickly send the waiter to the newspaper office to order future newspapers.

However, the power of this newspaper, Da Yong Min Bao, did not stop there.

While the men were getting excited about political discussions, the entire city's private quarters were in complete turmoil.

The sixth page at the very back of the Dayong People's Daily was a column for soliciting essays, featuring a serialized story.

This new work by the mysterious poet "Li Xiaobai" has been published in the essay contest column.

The story is a serialized tale titled "The True and False Heiresses: The Overbearing Prince Falls in Love with Me".

On the morning of the first day of the newspaper's release, everyone was focused on national and international affairs, and few people paid attention to these two inconspicuous columns.

But by the next day, when the newspaper had circulated into the backyards of various mansions...

The entire inner quarters of Kyoto were driven mad by it!

"Good heavens! So the peasant girl who was living away from home was actually the real daughter of a noble family? The pampered one was a fake?!"

"The prince actually said to the real daughter, 'Woman, you've successfully caught my attention'? This...this is too vulgar and makes one blush!"

"Just as the real heiress was being framed by the fake heiress and was about to get slapped, it suddenly changed to 'To find out what happens next, stay tuned for the next episode'?!"

The usually haughty mistresses of various mansions, the anxious young ladies, and the scheming concubines vying for favor all began to seriously study this storybook.

Even more extreme, some sent people to the lobby of the Da Yong Min Bao newspaper office to inquire when the follow-up story would be published.

He slammed the silver ingot on the table and demanded to order the sequel.

The staff at the newspaper's front desk had never seen such a large-scale inquiry operation.

They were surrounded and asked the same question no less than a hundred times in a single day.

By evening, the men's throats were hoarse, and they could only numbly repeat the same mechanical answer.

"...The second installment won't be released for another seven days! Please stay tuned to the Dayong People's Daily for the rest of the story! No spoilers in advance, not even for extra money!"

……

Inside a private room on the second floor.

Gu Mingyue, holding a plate of melon seeds, stood at the window and glanced down at the crowded scene below, then chuckled softly.

She turned her head and looked at her older brother sitting in the armchair.

"Brother, I really didn't realize!"

"You, a refined and handsome man who works in infrastructure, also understand the essence of 'The Overbearing CEO Falls in Love with Me'?"

Gu Mingli picked up the teacup with his slender fingers, gently blew on the floating tea leaves, and calmly took a sip.

Hidden strength and name.

"I didn't write it, Yi Shi wrote it."

"Ten?!"