Chapter 549

Yan Wushuang, accompanied by a group of guards, walked on the streets of Changancheng.

"This Gao Yang is truly worthy of his reputation. With his own strength, he not only withstood the challenge of the Great Chu mission but also made the Chu Kingdom lose face significantly. This ability is truly remarkable!"

"If my Great Yan had such a talent, why worry about the great cause not flourishing?"

Yan Wushuang thought of everything that happened at the morning court session, his face full of admiration.

Yuan Xuanlin, wearing purple robes, stroked his beard and said, "The Great Qian number one poisonous strategist is indeed terrifying. In my eyes, he gathers the strengths of a hundred schools and uses them for himself. Yet he has not even reached the age of capping. At such an age, he can be called a peerless talent!"

"Regarding the Prince's current predicament, this Great Qian living Yama might really have a way!"

Upon hearing these words, Yan Wushuang felt a glimmer of hope surge in his eyes.

His situation in Great Yan was becoming increasingly unfavorable; otherwise, he would not have taken the initiative to request to be an envoy to Great Qian.

"Today was too abrupt. Another day, I must find an opportunity to visit this Gao Yang, first get him to drink, and then get him to speak the truth after drinking!"

Yuan Xuanlin and the personal guards behind him also looked eager upon hearing this.

As advisors, they had very little room for choice. If Yan Wushuang held power, they would have a good life; once Yan Wushuang lost power, what awaited them would be the end.

The relationship between them was almost one of shared glory and shared ruin!

"Prince, I heard that Great Qian's Rouge Pavilion has many beauties. Would you like to go and relax, and temporarily forget your worries?"

Beside him, Yan Wushuang's personal guard, Yang Wei, saw the bustling Rouge Pavilion in the distance, as well as the women standing at the main gate wearing thin gauze dresses and revealing high collarbones, and couldn't help but speak up.

He was burly, with broad shoulders and a wide back, his face like black charcoal, and his voice was extremely loud.

Yan Wushuang glanced at it, a flash of disgust appearing in his eyes.

He shook his head and said, "No need, I have never been interested in such things."

Yang Wei looked disappointed, but then said, "Then shall I find a teahouse with a storyteller, so you can listen to stories and relieve your boredom?"

Upon hearing "storyteller," Yan Wushuang's expression softened quite a bit.

"It is still early; that is not bad."

Upon hearing this, Yang Wei took ten coins from his bosom, grabbed a middle-aged man in coarse cloth clothes nearby, and said, "Where is the biggest teahouse in Changancheng?"

The middle-aged man was originally a bit impatient, but upon seeing Yang Wei's big black face and those thick muscles, his momentum immediately weakened. Then, seeing the ten coins in his hand, a warm smile appeared on his face.

"My lord, you have asked the right person. The biggest teahouse in Changancheng is the Yixiang Pavilion in the East Market ahead. The storyteller at Yixiang Pavilion is expressive and emotional, but most importantly, they have started a new story in the last two days. That story sounds so soul-stirring that it makes one's blood boil!"

"This story is guaranteed to make you feel that the trip was worth it. If you want to go, I can take you there, but my family is busy, so..."

The middle-aged man showed an embarrassed smile and rubbed his hands toward Yan Wushuang and his group.

Upon hearing this, Yan Wushuang couldn't help but laugh.

In Great Yan, he had been to at least eight hundred storytelling teahouses; what kind of storyteller had he not seen, and what story had he not heard? But these stories were all the same, plain and unremarkable.

He was just using it to pass the time anyway.

Yan Wushuang took a piece of broken silver from his bosom and threw it to the middle-aged man.

"Lead the way. I am curious to see just how wonderful this blood-boiling storytelling story is!"

"If it is wonderful, there will be a reward, but if it is not, then this reward money will not be so easy to take!"

Yan Wushuang's voice was slightly cold.

The middle-aged man looked at the broken silver before him, his face full of excitement, "My lord, this story is guaranteed to be wonderful. Everyone who has heard it says it's good; you will certainly not be disappointed!"

"Please, this way!"

Yan Wushuang looked at the middle-aged man before him, a rich curiosity appearing on his face.

He had already spoken to this extent, yet the middle-aged man was still so confident; this was enough to show that the middle-aged man had great confidence.

Therefore, Yan Wushuang couldn't help but ask.

"What is the story called?"

The middle-aged man patted his chest without hesitation, "The Eternal Emperor—The Imperial Path of Li Shimin!"

Upon hearing this, Yan Wushuang was directly stunned.

The Eternal Emperor?

How could the storyteller dare to say that? Even if it were a story, who would dare to call someone the Eternal Emperor?

In an instant, the curiosity in Yan Wushuang's heart was fully ignited.

"Lead the way!"

"I want to go and see what kind of ability this Li Shimin has!"