"Pa", the storyteller put one hand on the table and stood up, "Since you are so curious, let's talk about this legendary queen today..."
"You are very bold, talking about the secrets of the palace so openly." A man in Tsing Yi put away his folding fan, put his tea cup on the table, and made a crisp sound, not too loud or too small, just enough to attract everyone's attention.
"Hey," the storyteller seemed to have heard a joke, "Sir, just listen to me. I promise you won't be bored."
The man in green clothes was about to speak again, but was stopped by the elegant woman wearing a veil beside him. She shook her head slightly, "Jinnan, let's go." The pair of eyes exposed in the veil seemed to see everything, like an unfathomable spiral nest. The man stood up with her and looked at her intently. Every move he made was noble, and he could not hide his innate nobility in any way.
"That's alright, Qian'er, let's go then."
When all the dust has settled, the prosperity of the past has passed away, and in the end it is just given to the storyteller.