After marrying the fierce god, her handsome young husband was pampered to the extreme.

Fangcao Tea House.

In the corner, Yin Cheng poked his wife's puffed-up cheek, "Sweetie, don't be angry."

Lin Nian glared fiercely at the storyteller on the stage. "I'd like to see what kind of nonsense he's going to spout!"

Yin Cheng ordered a plate of melon seeds and fed them to his wife while peeling them.

"Continuing from the last time," the storyteller said, closing his folding fan. "King Chen attacked Jinhe City and captured the enemy general alive."

"To save his own life, this enemy general actually surrendered Golden Crane City, resulting in the deaths of all the city's inhabitants at the hands of Prince Chen!"

When storytellers recount the romantic escapades of these important figures, they usually change their names to avoid mentioning their names.

The only difference is that the characters have been changed, but the pronunciation has been kept vague and similar. This way, the story won't openly offend important figures, and the people listening to the story will know whose story it is.

On the platform, the storyteller continued, "You may be wondering, since King Chen has already captured Golden Crane City, why did he still massacre all the people in the city? Here we must mention an old story about King Chen."

"It is said that when King Chen first arrived in the northern border, he met a handsome young man and tried several times to marry him."

Yin Cheng: "..."

Lin Nian glanced at her sideways.

Yin Cheng waved his hand in alarm, "Wife, this is slander! Slander!"

"But this young man is the only son of the general guarding Golden Crane City. How can he marry an enemy general?" The storyteller tapped the table lightly with the handle of his fan. "The two are in love. Although the two countries are at war, he abandoned the entire city's people for his lover."

"He actually opened the city gates himself, allowing Prince Chen's army to massacre the entire city's inhabitants!"

"This young man was overjoyed, thinking that his lover would marry him, but he never expected that what awaited him was a heartless man who killed his entire family."

One of the men said, "That's not right. How could King Chen have tricked him into opening the city gates? Doesn't he know what would happen if he let the enemy army into the city?"

The storyteller said, "It must have been Prince Chen who tricked this young man, saying that if he opened the city gates, he would spare the lives of all the people in the city."

After saying this, he sighed, "It's just a pity that he met a heartless man who only cared about power."

Lin Nian gritted her teeth; her Ah Cheng would never do that!

This storyteller is talking nonsense!

Judging from his expression, it seemed like he was about to go up and fight the storyteller at any moment.

Yin Cheng gently rubbed the back of his wife's hand as if to comfort her.

"Sweetie, don't get sick from getting angry."

He stood up and walked straight toward the storyteller.

"I've heard this story in the North as well, sir. However, the story I heard was slightly different from yours."

The storyteller frowned. "Where did this poor, bumpkin come from? How dare you spout such nonsense in such a refined place?"

Yin Cheng walked to his side and lazily draped one arm over the storyteller's shoulder.

"Sir, you're mistaken," Yin Cheng said with a smile, showing no anger. "A teahouse opens its doors to do business; customers come in to hear stories. Who cares who tells them, as long as they're well-told?"

At this moment, a tea drinker said, "This young man is right. We're all here to have some fun. As long as the story is interesting, it doesn't matter whether he's a farmer or a scholar. What matters is that he tells it well."

The teahouse owner said, "Young man, I won't pay you for telling stories here."

"Money is just an external thing," Yin Cheng said. "Excuse me, could you make room for me?"

This was the first time the storyteller had ever encountered someone who showed him such disrespect. Feeling humiliated, he turned and left.

But as soon as he stepped out the door, a thought crossed his mind, and he hid outside, listening to the sounds coming from inside the teahouse.

The teahouse owner laughed and said, "Young man, you've scared away my storyteller. If you don't tell this story well, I won't stand for it."

Yin Chengchong, the teahouse owner, clasped his hands in thanks.

Yin Cheng cleared his throat. "It is true that King Cheng massacred the city of Jinhe."

No sooner had he finished speaking than one of the men, who was eating sunflower seeds, said, "Isn't this exactly what Mr. Liu just said?"

"However, the garrison commander of Golden Crane City was not an only child," Yin Cheng said. "He had three children, all of whom committed suicide."

A man asked, "What is suicide?"

A scholar at another table said, "It's suicide."

The man said, "I see." He chuckled and said, "Young man, please continue."

Yin Cheng said, "The general guarding the city does indeed have a son, but he has never met Prince Cheng, so how could there be any friendship between them? Moreover, he did not die at Prince Cheng's hands; he died for the city."

"Before he died, he said, 'I would rather die than be a traitor.'"

"He died a just and honorable death, and shouldn't be made up like this."

Someone asked, "How do you know this so clearly?"

Yin Cheng smiled. "I told you, I come from the Northern Border."

The man asked suspiciously, "You wouldn't happen to be Yan Rulai's spy, would you?"

Yin Cheng said lazily, "If I were a spy, you could just bring your men to arrest me. If I'm not, the authorities will prove my innocence. If I really am a spy, and you've asked me like this, I certainly can't let you live."

The man thought about it and realized it made sense. "What a coincidence, I am a member of the government. Your identity is unknown, so you will have to come with me to the government office."

Lin Nian quickly said, "Officer, we won't run away. Please listen to our story before you arrest us, okay?"

Lin Nian thought to himself, "I'm a guy who's even been to the imperial prison now, so a mere government office is nothing to me!"

The man stroked his chin. "Alright, go on. I want to hear the stories of your Yanru spies."

Lin Nian curled her lips, wondering if this person was shrewd or not.

Why doesn't he mention that the storyteller just now was a spy when they were both telling the same story of King Cheng?

Since they suspected them of being spies, why not arrest them on the spot?

Lin Nian thought about it and concluded that this person was definitely not smart!

"Then I will continue," Yin Cheng said. "With the two countries at war, and Jinhe City located on the border of Yanru, it naturally became one of the first places to suffer from the war."

"Although Golden Crane City is called a city, it is actually not much bigger than our Peach Blossom Town."

"The people of Golden Crane City were indeed all dead, but they did not die at the hands of Prince Cheng."

Yin Cheng glanced at his wife, who was sitting obediently on the stool peeling sunflower seeds. Seeing that she was listening intently, he unconsciously raised his voice so that she could hear him more clearly.

"The army of Da Yin besieged the city for thirty-eight days. At that time, Jinhe City had run out of ammunition and food, and even Yan Ru had abandoned the city."

"However, the general defending Golden Crane City fought to the last moment and never surrendered."

"All the people of the city, regardless of age, committed suicide to defend the city when the army of Prince Cheng breached it... without exception."

Yin Cheng was also very emotional when he got to this point.

The scene of the city's residents committing suicide is still vivid in my mind; such a shocking sight is something I may never see again in my lifetime.

A scholar frowned. "Brother, what you've said is something I've never heard of before... It's not that I don't believe you, but this entire city's observance of loyalty is truly..."

He exhaled. "Unbelievable."

Yin Cheng said, "Yes, that's why they shouldn't have ended up like this."

"At least, someone in this world needs to know exactly how they died."

Upon hearing this, the scholar was immediately filled with respect, "Although they are people from an enemy country, they are truly admirable."

Outside the teahouse, the storyteller who had been eavesdropping quietly left.