Please control me, my divine being!

Lin Xiangqing has been here for several days.

However, in the strictly regulated Prince's mansion, she not only did not feel uncomfortable, but quickly became familiar with the environment, and even found her own comfort zone after a few days.

As a blind person, she doesn't like to go out on weekdays.

Inside the Prince's mansion, she rarely left the house, spending her days in her own little courtyard, where maids would bring her food and drink.

It looks exactly like a salted fish.

Zhou Qing sat on the chair brought by the servants, his eyes fixed intently on the other person, his keen insight activated.

A world of mottled colors, as if painted with dye, reappears.

However, the girl in front of them did not have any unique colors like other ordinary people; she was like a blank sheet of paper, with nothing on her.

"interesting."

Seeing that the other woman was completely unaware, Zhou Qing asked, "Miss Lin, have you been settling in well at the Prince's residence?"

"Your Highness, my daughter comes from an ordinary farming family. How could she possibly be accustomed to living in such a noble and prestigious place?"

Lin Xiangqing obediently stepped aside, her face showing distress: "If Your Highness wants to know anything, I dare not hide anything. I only hope that Your Highness will ask questions and not tease my daughter anymore."

Despite being blind, her movements were extremely gentle and slow, and her voice was like a clear mountain spring.

"Then how come I heard from the servants that ninety percent of the pastries sent from Guixiangfang every day end up in your mouth?" Zhou Qing stared at her, a hint of a smile in his voice: "You seem to be living quite comfortably."

Lin Xiangqing's expression finally changed from its previous casualness, revealing embarrassment.

Almost nothing about this woman is true.

Zhou Qing shook his head inwardly, his tone returning to normal:

"Miss Lin, tabloids are prohibited by law."

The reason you're not in jail right now is simply because you're useful.

However, my patience has its limits.

"Your Highness, if you want to know anything, just ask me. I wouldn't dare to utter a single falsehood," Lin Xiangqing said pitifully.

Zhou Qing completely ignored her pretense: "You're in Jiang'an, where you have limited mobility. How did you learn about the news from the North? Is it because of your cultivation path?"

"Your Highness is of noble birth, why would you be interested in these vulgar and lowly arts?"

"Just say it, I'm telling you to."

"Since you want to know, then I will tell you everything I know."

As you know, teahouses and theaters usually have storytellers to keep the audience entertained.

The largest bookstore and teahouse in Jiang'an is Wanshilou.

The building sells tea in the morning, and in the afternoon and evening, storytellers come to perform. Listeners can spend half a day in the building by ordering a pot of tea.

The storytellers' tales cover all corners of the country, including spirits and monsters, gods and strange phenomena, love and hate, and some are true and some are false.

However, within this line of work, those who have truly entered the path of cultivation cannot tell other people's stories; they must tell their own.

Whether it's witnessing it firsthand or experiencing it personally.

To personally experience various events and keep the audience entertained, storytellers naturally cannot stay in one place. Therefore, most storytellers choose a "talented storyteller" as their partner.

In her early years, my daughter wrote some romantic stories about men and women because she was short of money, and she gained a small reputation among the talented writers in literary circles.

After that, she got in touch with a storyteller and helped him write short stories.

However, it seems there's some conflict between her and Wanshilou; they won't accept her storybooks, so I have to write them in the tabloid.

The storybooks that Wanshilou didn't accept were published in various tabloids.

This is one of the reasons why tabloids persist despite repeated bans.

Zhou Qing then realized: "So you're not the curtain-roller, but that storyteller?"

"This pseudonym can refer to her or me."

Once a storyteller and a talented member of a storytelling society become partners, they generally use the same name in public to avoid conflicts of interest and to facilitate their spiritual practice.

My relationship with the storyteller was purely professional; she didn't know who I was, and I didn't know who she was either.

Zhou Qing seemed to be deep in thought. Sharing a pen name was obviously related to "popularity," which should be quite important for practitioners in the underworld.

What abilities do talented people in book clubs possess?

"My daughter can write many things that ordinary people cannot, as her pen moves and her ink flows freely. For example, some secrets will disappear once they are written on paper; only those with literary talent can write them down."

Zhou Qing has not studied this type of path much.

However, if there are secrets, stories, or even knowledge that cannot be recorded in ordinary writing and require a talented person to write them down, then those who cultivate this path will surely find them of great use.

For a power in particular, such a "clerk" is essential.

"Lin Xiangqing, come to the Prince's Mansion and help me with some things."

Zhou Qing spoke directly.

If he were to keep her in the palace, he would have to give her a proper title.

Otherwise, if such a woman were left in the mansion, and Prince Ning were to return from the capital, he might be reprimanded.

Even though his predecessor was a womanizer, he never brought any women to stay in the palace for long. He usually kept mistresses outside, and he was extremely careful. Even so, he still didn't know what big mistake he had made and was effectively placed under house arrest in Jiang'an.

"I am flattered to have gained the favor of the Crown Prince, but the royal palace is very strict, and I cannot use my many skills." Lin Xiangqing's words came from the bottom of her heart.

The Prince's mansion was governed by strict laws; after a while, even one's Taoist arts and magic would have to be abandoned.

But the food here is top-notch, which makes her conflicted.

"Then you can stay near the Prince's Mansion."

Your father has been away on the frontier for over ten years, your mother has remarried, and you have hardly contacted any of your remaining relatives. You are all alone. I will arrange accommodation for you and give you two maids to serve you.

You just need to do something very simple for me.

Inquire about news from the cultivation world, whether it's Jiang'an or other places, including all sorts of strange tales, anecdotes, and supernatural phenomena.

If you encounter any trouble, just summon a maid to your residence.

Lin Xiangqing breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, it wasn't difficult; it was her original profession.

"Your Highness, I have another one..."

"Have your maid fetch the pastries from Guilanfang yourself," Zhou Qing said impatiently, waving her hand dismissively.

Upon hearing this, all the hesitation and distress on Lin Xiangqing's face vanished, replaced by the most sincere smile she had shown during her long conversation with Zhou Qing: "Thank you for your kindness, Your Highness. I have no way to repay you."

……

"This woman really doesn't tell the truth, it's hard to communicate with her." Zhou Qing entered the warm room with a headache.

Recently, Zheng Chi has been visiting less often because he announced that he would focus on reading.

Moreover, Zheng Chi also needs to handle the Dragon King Festival.

A local festival is a very important event.

Not only the prefectural governor had to make preparations, but the Prince of Ning's residence also naturally had to coordinate with various powerful families and clans.

Many things are not something that officials can easily get involved in, so a powerful and influential family is needed to take the lead.

Previously, its predecessor had never paid attention to or participated in this matter.

Zhou Qing only recently learned that the festival was far more important than he had previously thought.

After entrusting Lin Xiangqing's matter to Lvmei for arrangement, Zhou Qing re-entered the game. The interface was still showing a loading bar for traveling, but with nothing else to do, Zhou Qing wanted to try out the divine power he had just obtained, the Eternal Gathering.