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"Such extravagance..." murmured Cui Cui as she looked at the array in the corner of the room.
"Oh? Are these stones very expensive?" asked Huangpu Xin.
"Master Hui'en, this is a spirit stone, only the royal family and some major clans can afford to use it..." Cui Cui explained.
"Wow, does that mean we've been swindled?!" Ma Yunyang exclaimed.
"Don't worry, sir. Although spirit stones are expensive, these low to mid-tier spirit stones can be exchanged for gold." Cui Cui reassured Yunyang.
"Oh, then it's fine. Waiter, bring us the best wine and dishes you have, and some aged wine." Having found a loophole in the bank, Ma Yunyang was completely calm, transforming into a wealthy second generation and propping his feet up on the table.
"Okay, sir."
"Wait, no alcohol," Huangpu Xin added, "Drinking alcohol causes trouble, it's the same everywhere."
"I just wanted to give it a try, there's nothing wrong with that..." Ma Yunyang felt uncomfortable. It's so hard to finally become an adult, and I haven't even tried it yet, and I've crossed over. It's not good to come over here, tsk.
"Since it can be exchanged for gold, why call it extravagant?" Chenhao asked.
Cui Cui explained again, "Because the government and the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance monopolize the spiritual stones of the people, even ordinary cultivators, apart from supplying themselves with spiritual stones for cultivation, mostly have no surplus."
"Hmm? Then which kind of cultivator has surplus?" Chenhao caught on to the key point.
"According to my father, only disciples with true teachings from various sects would have the capacity for this..." Cui Cui thought for a moment about the number of private rooms on the second floor, then added, "To supply such a large teahouse, it may require elders or higher."
Huangpu Xin nodded, "This teahouse may also have the backing of a major power or extremely powerful cultivators. Hmm... let's observe first before making any decisions."
Chenhao noticed Cui Cui's hesitant expression and said, "Don't worry, just speak up."
"There's no other meaning, I was just surprised to see the gentlemen not being surprised at all when they first saw this formation projection," Cui Cui spoke frankly.
"Oh, you're talking about that. Well, even though what I said about the barbarians from the Western Regions was made up, in our secluded land, there are indeed great craftsmen who can create extraordinary things. This projection is nothing special." Huangpu Xin said half seriously and half jokingly.
"It's truly a paradise for the fortunate ones."
Huangpu Xin shook his head and said nothing.
The crowd turned to look closely at the "projection" on the screen. In the hall on the first floor, an old man had already sat behind the small table at some point. He clapped his hands and began today's storytelling.
The story is very simple, it's about a rural boy who joins the army and meets a noble girl who is dressed as a man to escape marriage. They hit it off at first sight, and unintentionally discover her true gender, sparking a love story.
The story is cliché, but Chenhao, Ma Yunyang, and Zhuge Ning are very fascinated.
You should know that the orphanage in City Q has connections with the court nobles, it is a place where certain important figures send children with "talent".
Especially in the real "A" area, isolated from the world, it is said to be a purgatory on earth, where it's survival of the fittest.
Although the three of them did not have any abilities before the disaster, and were not included in Zone A, the Q orphanage is still relatively militarized and lacks entertainment.
Huangpu Xin looked at the three of them and couldn't help but sigh in his heart. It's a good thing he was just an ordinary person before the game started... right?
Finally, a few people were able to eat a good meal. They listened to a book while enjoying their food. Cui Cui thought these people were like hungry ghosts being reincarnated.
After "three rounds of dishes" (a term I made up, please don't use it), everyone slumped in their chairs, burping contentedly. Cui Cui wiped their mouth, carried the ordinary child, and held the prince.
Chenhao I feel something is wrong. After looking around, I found that both children are still hungry. "Um, Cui Cui girl, are you... really a servant?"
"..." Cui Cui panicked for a moment, then realized that she hadn't fed the children yet, and had eaten first. She thought to herself that it was not good. "Ah, yes, I was just too hungry. I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
"No no, I didn't mean to blame you. It's only natural." Chenhao appeared indifferent, but secretly noted the anomaly.
Ma Yunyang was stunned for a while, then recovered and said, "Oh, always calling him 'prince' and 'child', but don't even know what the prince's name is?"
Laugh to death, a group of social phobias who don't have the habit of asking for names, let alone asking for a baby's name.
"The prince's name is Su Lin."
"Su Lin? Is the emperor's surname Su as well?" Ma Yunyang questioned. Aren't they going to the the Su family now? Did the emperor marry within the family?
"The benefactors have misunderstood. This is a childhood name. His Majesty has been away at war in recent years and has not yet seen the prince. The childhood name was given by Noble Consort Su."
"That would be much safer," Huangpu Xin said.
"What do you mean?" Chenhao knew this person was thinking of something again.
"The emperor's attitude is unclear. The only ones who would chase and kill the prince are likely people from the harem, and at most, the Su family's old grudges. This is much simpler than having enemies all over the world," Huangpu Xin said.
The crowd nodded in agreement, but Wang Na frowned without saying anything.
"Su Lin... sounds like a protagonist," Zhuge Ning began to digress.
No one paid attention to him. " Chenhao asked, "So, um, does the stand-in have a name?"
Cui Cui shook her head: "This is between the emperor and the palace maid..."
Everyone understood. The emperor, under the influence of alcohol, would take advantage of the palace maids. If he remembered the next day, he would grant her a title and the child would have a legitimate status. If he didn't remember... the palace steward would not let her live, as it would bring shame to the royal family.
"Now that he can serve as a stand-in for the prince, I'm afraid those palace maids have long..." The people in the palace ignored the twists and turns, "But this child is now considered free. How about we give him a name?" Chenhao suggested.
"Everything is up to him. His life was given by all of you, so it should be managed by all of you."
"Ummm, what should we do?" Bo Ma Yunyang hesitated. "Zhuge Ning, do you have any ideas?"
"Uh, Chenhao senior, it's your idea, so you do it," Zhuge Ning passed the buck.
"Are you guys playing catch with an embroidered ball here? Let me think, let me think... Hmm..." Chenhao racked his brains and realized his knowledge was not enough. "Hey, if only I had a dictionary."
"Rubbish, I can just flip through a few pages of the dictionary, why would I need your clever bald head?" Ma Yunyang retorted, rolling his eyes.
"...Then what should we do," Chenhao shrugged, indicating that he had no solution.
Huangpu Xin looked at the projection and immediately finished the story, saying, "Isn't there already a ready-made intellectual?"
"After Zheng Hao defeated the enemy country and was appointed as the General of Tian Ce, he did something that shocked everyone." The audience anxiously waited as the speaker calmly sipped his tea, keeping everyone in suspense.
"He refused to accept any official titles or rewards, and instead took some money, retired from the military, and returned to the northern frontier with his beloved Jin Xuan. They lived a simple life together, like a pair of wild mandarin ducks in the mountains."
After saying that, Jing Tang clapped his hands.
"Today's gathering ends here, thank you all for coming." old man He bid farewell with clasped hands, and the crowd continued to chat, reluctant to leave.
"A few of you arrived quite early. Come to my lounge if you want to know something. old man knows everything and will tell you everything," the old man said.
The few people reacted and followed him. The old man's movements were not fast, but by the time the few people followed him to the backyard chamber, he was leisurely sipping tea, as if only half an incense stick had passed between the few steps before and after.
The crowd entered in an orderly manner, but in Huangpu Xin's perception, the tea in the old man's cup was pitch black, greedily swallowing the inexplicable light points around it like a black hole. Upon closer inspection, everything was growing inside the cup, with a sense of Tao circulating. This was clearly not just tea, but the evolution of a small world through the great Tao!
Before there was time to examine it closely, they had already entered the room and stood still. Huangpu Xin took the lead and said, "Old man, may I ask for your name?"
"The old man... it's better not to mention it," the old man shook his head.
Huangpu Xin didn't ask further, thinking that this kind of extraordinary figure in the market might have a preference for keeping their identity hidden. He just nodded and said, "Alright, please tell us, old sir..."
"The old man gave the answer before the conversation was finished: 'Sending the son of destiny naturally carries danger.'
Huangpu Xin's heart shook, realizing that this was a big shot playing in the game of the mortal world. He steadied himself and thought, 'The son of destiny,' this kind of term from novels is being used, the waters run deep... But I have to ask, no harm in asking!' So he continued, 'Old sir, we are new to this place, with low cultivation. We don't know where the road is or where the danger lies.'"
The crowd listened in confusion, not knowing what Huangpu Xin was doing. Wasn't he supposed to ask about the situation of the four major families? Why did he start fortune-telling?
The old man shook his head again: "You will be safe, where is the road? The road is under your feet! But this danger is not brought by the son of destiny, it may be the four major families, it may be the queen's pursuit, or it may be..."
Pa, the old man waved his hand, and a flash of lightning passed by.
Huangpu Xin looked at void and broke out in a cold sweat, thinking to himself, "What on earth is this? A mortal prince actually has heavenly tribulations to contend with."
"Could it also come from some kind of strange and unknown erosion?" The old man waved his hand again.
"Young man, I am dull-witted, please explain it clearly, sir." Huangpu Xin didn't understand the meaning of the second half.
"The heavenly secrets should not be revealed too much," the old man said with a smile.
"Then, where can we meet again?" Huangpu Xin asked cautiously.
"North." The old man took another sip of tea.
"Northern continent?" Huangpu Xin was not sure.
"The old man shook his head again, 'Further north, to the farthest northern land.'
This time, everyone understood. The old man knew the way home. Who is this old man?"
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