The tea house fell silent for a moment before erupting into excitement again, fueled by the storyteller’s extravagant nonsense.
The crowd burst into uproarious laughter from time to time.
Weimo had been sitting in the hall for a long time. Everything she heard was the crowd poking fun at Zhao Yan. She figured that with such trivial gossip, coupled with the "thousand-year-old fox" label, the talk would surely die down before long.
Chapter 58