Chapter 1411: My Third Brother Actually Came to Listen to Storytelling?

The capital welcomes the summer.

Under the blazing sun, Bai Zhi’er lies in the pavilion, enjoying the cool breeze brought by the ice fan nearby.

She absent-mindedly looks ahead, immersed in her own world.

"Hey, Zhi’er sister, did you hear what I said?" Fang Youzhen stretches out her hand, waving in front of Bai Zhi’er’s eyes.

Bai Zhi’er snaps back to reality: "Huh? What?"

Fang Youzhen smiles helplessly: "I knew you weren’t listening carefully. You’ve been daydreaming several times since we met just now."

"Why don’t you tell me, is there something on your mind? Is there anything I can help you with?"

Bai Zhi’er shakes her head: "No..."

Of course, she is thinking about Feng Fuce’s proposal for marriage and what her feelings are.

Even Bai Zhi’er herself is a little surprised.

After Feng Fuce spoke of it, she didn’t feel repulsed; rather, deep down, she even felt a bit happy.

Occasionally, when alone, she would fantasize about their days after getting married.

She must have inhaled some demonic qi and gotten addicted to Feng Fuce!

Bai Zhi’er shakes her head, planning not to think about it for now.

She asks Fang Youzhen: "Sister Youzhen, what did you just say to me?"

Fang Youzhen smiles: "I was saying, recently your Third Brother has been going to the teahouse to listen to storytelling every day, and hasn’t even been to the martial arts training ground."

Bai Zhi’er is taken aback: "Has this really been happening? That’s not like Third Brother’s character."

Her Third Brother is a martial arts enthusiast.

His favorite activities are practicing boxing and martial arts.

Listening to storytelling is something you wouldn’t associate with him at all.

Fang Youzhen nods: "My brother has seen him several times, and when I invite him to practice sword fighting, he doesn’t come either."

"Is storytelling really that captivating? The weather is nice today; shall we go and take a look?"

Bai Zhi’er thinks for a moment and realizes there’s nothing else to do.

Rather than idly daydreaming in the palace, it would be better to go with Fang Youzhen and listen.

The two of them take a carriage out of the palace, heading straight to the capital’s largest storytelling teahouse—Jingya House.

The storytellers here are well-known masters from near and far.

Each has their own unique style; some love storytelling about martial arts, some about immortals and ghosts, while others narrate fictional tales of nobles.

Anyone with a bit of leisure time loves coming here to listen.

When Bai Zhi’er and Fang Youzhen arrive, there’s not a seat to be had.

The waiters at the teahouse rub their hands apologetically: "Honored guests, why don’t you catch the next session in an hour? There’s no space now."

Fang Youzhen is a bit disappointed: "Oh? Okay..."

Jingya House is so popular; everyone comes to hear the stories, and naturally arriving late means no seats.

Bai Zhi’er stands on tiptoe and takes a look inside.

She directly states: "We’re here to find someone; my brother went in a while ago."

The waiter is stunned: "Is that so? Please come in, honored guests."

Bai Zhi’er pulls Fang Youzhen inside.

Fang Youzhen lowers her voice: "Zhi’er, I’m not sure if the Third Young Master came today!"

Bai Zhi’er playfully winks at her: "He definitely came. When we entered, I saw brother’s steed tied up at the stable beside us!"

"Let’s go find him. Knowing my Third Brother’s character, he might be sitting in a private room."

Bai Zhi’er pulls Fang Youzhen’s hand, weaving through the crowded people.

At this moment, a voice comes from the front hall; it’s the shopkeeper of the teahouse—

"Ladies and gentlemen, Miss Run He is bringing you the story ’Fang Cunxin’."

As soon as the shopkeeper finishes speaking, the guests around applaud immediately.

Fang Youzhen whispers: "Miss Run He is unexpectedly popular."

Bai Zhi’er is also surprised: "Yes, usually the storytellers are always men, didn’t expect a woman today."

At that moment, she hears a familiar shout of approval from the crowd—

"Good! Run He tells the best stories!"

Bai Zhi’er and Fang Youzhen simultaneously look up.

Standing at the corridor outside the private room, isn’t it her Third Brother Bai Yaoyu!