After her rebirth, she became the sweetheart of the sickly uncle.

There were many guests today. The teahouse owner figured that he would not get much benefit from Su Qingcheng, so he found an excuse to sneak away to entertain the guests.

This was exactly what Su Qingcheng wanted.

She quietly walked out from the back door and saw that the fire demon had knocked out the storyteller, tied him up and threw it on the ground.

"Let's go, it's almost time." Su Qingcheng said.

Huo Mei carried Mr. Storyteller as easily as he carried Chicken Little.

The storyteller looks very thin now, and he probably didn't live a good life in the first half of his life.

The two of them set off back.

When he was at the gate of Xining Mansion, he happened to bump into Xining Jingtian coming out of the palace. His face was not very good, and his face was full of sadness.

Su Qingcheng glanced at him, thinking that he must have been scolded by the empress, and said: "I have brought the witnesses back, but I just went to look for you in your courtyard today. You were not there, so I didn't bring your person with me."

"I understand, let's go in." Xining Jingtian's eyes were complicated and he didn't have any thoughts.

He was thinking about what would happen if the Imperial Master saw Yao Zhirou, whether he would embarrass her, and how he would talk to Yao Zhirou about this matter.

Seeing his dejected look, Su Qingcheng couldn't say more and asked Huo Mei to bring the storyteller and Qing Ling inside.

Ye Tantai has already woken up. He has been busy in Xining Mansion all afternoon, buying things for tomorrow's trip.

He just happened to come out to greet Su Qingcheng at this time.

Huo Mei threw the unconscious storyteller in the yard and said, "This is the person who spread the news. He is the storyteller from Xijiekou. He compiled the story about you and Yao Zhirou into a storybook and told it."

"You knocked everyone unconscious, how can I ask?" Xining Jingtian said impatiently.

Ye Tantai frowned, Xining Jingtian's attitude made people uncomfortable.

"It's very simple, just splash it and wake it up."

With a glance, Fuyi took a bucket of cold water and poured it on the storyteller's face.

The storyteller woke up instantly. He looked around confusedly. They were all strangers. But when he saw Su Qingcheng, he pointed at her and said: "You...how can you help in this way?" I tied you here, and I told you not to read stories to your young lady."

Su Qingcheng squatted down, keeping on the same plane as him, and said, "I just want to ask you, who told you to spread the news about Master Xining and Yao Zhirou?"

"I...I don't know, I don't know Mr. Xining," the storyteller denied.

"It's what you just said in the teahouse." Su Qingcheng reminded.

The storyteller refused to admit it now and said: "There is no teahouse anywhere. I have an old man and a young man in my family. How could I go to a place like a teahouse for entertainment?"

Xining Jingtian rubbed his temples. He had a severe headache. One thing after another made him feel tired.

He said to Su Qingcheng: "Is this the evidence you said?"

"Young Master Xining is so impatient that he won't be able to handle big things in the future." Ye Tantai stood up and said.

What he couldn't stand was other people's attitude towards Su Qingcheng, especially a mindless person like Xining Jingtian.

"Okay, then Miss Su, is this the evidence you said?" Xining Jingtian said again.

Su Qingcheng frowned and said, "I have brought the witness back. It would be more appropriate for me to ask the question than for Young Master Xining, the person concerned, to ask."

The storyteller on the ground was too angry to speak out. He couldn't believe that he was being kidnapped to Xining Mansion.

Xining Jingtian came over impatiently and announced his family status: "I am Xining Jingtian, the male protagonist in your story."

Hearing what he said, the storyteller trembled with fright: "Xixi... Young Master Xining, I didn't mean it. I really didn't mean it. Others told me those things about you. I don't dare to say anything anymore." , don’t kill me.”

No, as expected, as long as people are afraid to a certain extent, they will do anything.

After hearing what he said, Xining Jingtian also wanted to find out something, and said, "I won't kill you. You just need to tell me where you heard about it, and I will let you go."

The storyteller was sweating profusely and said, "It was a maid who came over to tell me about this. She also gave me a lot of money and asked me to spread the news and leave Diqiu immediately."

"Then why don't you leave?" Xining Jingtian said.

"I...my seventy-year-old mother is sick and can't travel far." The storyteller said.

Xining Jingtian thought for a while. He could tell the truth of these things once he checked them. He should not have lied.

"Do you still remember what this maid looks like?" he asked.

"I remember, well...neither tall nor short, just the right figure, and plump and plump." Mr. Storyteller said.

There are a lot of people who fit his description on the street, which means nothing.

At this moment, Su Qingcheng motioned to bring Qing Ling over, pointed at her and said, "Is that her?"

The storyteller looked left and right, and hesitated: "It must be so. It was a little dark at the time, so I didn't see it clearly."

Xining Jingtian said: "Is it yes or no? What does it mean?"

Qing Ling was unable to say anything after her mute point was tapped, and could only keep shaking her head.

"I...can't remember clearly." Mr. Storyteller said.

Su Qingcheng calmly unblocked Qingling's mute point. Generally speaking, storytellers have very sensitive ears. If they can't remember their appearance, they won't forget their voice.

"It's unfair, Master Xining. I have never seen this gentleman before." Qing Ling said with a sense of injustice when she found out that she could speak.

When the storyteller heard this, his eyes lit up and he said, "Yes, yes, it's her. She gave me the money."

"Weren't you still unsure just now? Why are you so sure now?" Xining Jingtian said.

"I remember her voice. I have been reading for so many years. With my eyes closed, I can tell which page the book is on. I remember her voice," the storyteller said firmly.

"Master Xining, I didn't do such a thing. It was this vicious woman and storyteller who framed me." Qing Ling said excitedly.

A vicious woman?

Obviously Su Qingcheng is used to her talking about herself like this, after all, that's what Yao Zhirou said about her that day.

But this was the first time Ye Tantai heard it, and he suppressed his desire to kill her.

"I didn't frame you falsely!" The storyteller also said excitedly, "You were the one who gave me a bag of silver at that time. I haven't spent the money yet. It's just in my pocket. If you don't believe me, you can look at it."

He was eager to prove his innocence, but his hands and feet were tied and he couldn't move. He could only look at Su Qingcheng for help, hoping that she could help him get it.

Su Qingcheng waved her hand, and Huo Mei searched him and found a bulging purse containing a heavy amount of money.

It seems that Yao Zhirou's move is quite generous.

Qing Ling denied it: "I didn't give it to you. You must have framed me. I don't know anything. I have always been with the young lady. Master Xining, you have to believe me and the young lady."