Jiang Yu, the most "irregular" storyteller in the Jing Dynasty. She is said to be unserious because she does not talk about gods, spirits, monsters, romantic affairs, but prefers secrets about the government and the public, and anecdotes about the world. From the nepotism of high-ranking officials in the temple, to the shady fortune-telling of powerful people in the market, and even the grievances and hatreds of various sects in the world, she has become a favorite joke in her mouth. The largest teahouse in Beijing, "Tingfeng Pavilion", is packed with seats every day. The audience ate melon seeds, drank tea, and listened with relish to "Mr. Jiang" telling the secrets that were originally kept secret in a lively and fascinating way. Some people say that listening to Mr. Jiang's stories is more accurate than reading the Di newspaper. Some people also say that Mr. Jiang's mouth can talk about the dead and the living. Jiang Yu just smiled at this, picked up the tea cup and took a sip. Who would have thought that this "Mr. Jiang" who scolded Fang Qiu on stage and made witty remarks, was actually a real girl? No one even knew that every word and every story in her mouth was carefully arranged and had a clear purpose. She is not telling a story, she is spinning a web. A web of public opinion woven with words, enough to stir up the world. The overt and covert fights in the court and the bloodshed in the world are just chess pieces on a chessboard to her. She doesn't need swords, swords, or plots. She only needs a mouth to turn loyalties and traitors upside down, and make black and white change colors. Of course, all this doesn't come without a price. "Mr. Jiang, these recent stories of yours have made those adults quite angry." The waiter reminded them carefully as he wiped the table. Jiang Yu raised his eyebrows: "Oh?
