Say "Daddy" and get ten taels of silver.

Xie Ding believed that this kind of good thing was just pie in the sky.

If it were someone else who asked him to scream, Xie Ding would definitely not believe it and would think he was teasing him.

But the promise made by King Ji cannot be false.

So Xie Ding, who was pretending to be a Japanese, knelt on the stage and cried and howled at the consort Chen Peng, calling him "Father" until his heart broke.

While shouting, Xie Ding was calculating in his mind.

Seventy taels...eighty taels...ninety taels!

Before the prince shouted to stop, he used his voice again to make up the number, one hundred taels!

During the first two shouts, everyone in the audience thought it was because the actor was doing a good job and the shouts were really pathetic, but the more he shouted, the more something was wrong.

This devil didn't attack others, but he kept shouting "Father" towards the consort.

Everyone's eyes turned to the direction of the Prince Consort, and even the eldest prince felt puzzled.

Prime Minister Wang Fu'an in the crowd narrowed his eyes slightly and was silent.

In front of the gate of Prince Ji's Mansion, Chen Peng's face turned ugly.

The actor's weirdness brought back a memory buried in Chen Peng's heart.

That was an unknown past that had been buried deep in the desert by his own hands, and absolutely no one knew about it.

But now on the stage, a drama was actually being performed that made him, Chen Peng, both afraid and taboo.

The servants of the Prince Consort's Mansion noticed something was wrong and shouted and cursed towards the stage.

"What a bad act you are singing! Who cares if you are acting like a ghost and call me daddy?"

"Don't f*cking come to our Prince Consort's house! Don't call you a ghost son, even if you are a real son, there is no chance!"

"What is a true son? Our prince-in-law has no sons."

"Ah, yes, I said it wrong, I said it wrong, our prince-in-law has no son! We didn't have a son before and we won't have any son in the future!"

Chen Peng couldn't listen anymore and snorted: "Shut up, everyone."

All the servants immediately did not dare to speak.

Chen Peng turned to Yunji with cold eyes and said: "There is a stage set up in front of the palace. This big show must have been specially prepared by your boss Yun, right?"

Chen Peng felt that the young man opposite was strange, as if he was targeting his consort today.

"That's right." Yunji nodded and said, "This big show is specially prepared for the Prince Consort. How is it? Is it good to watch?"

"It's nice to watch. I wonder if Boss Yun's drama was made up out of thin air or experienced by himself." Chen Peng said with full hostility.

"Not only personal experience, but also adapted from real people. Listen to me, there is a Linglong Inn in the desert. The proprietress is named Zuo Linglong. She runs the inn but is engaged in the murder business. From the outside, she is a beauty.

In fact, he is actually a drought monster..."

It was quiet all around, and the stage had stopped.

Yunji's voice was very loud, and his words were vivid and fascinating. Everyone watching the play was fascinated by it.

In particular, the eldest prince Yuntian, who sometimes sighed and sometimes glared, sometimes had red eyes and sometimes gnashed his teeth, was actually touched by what happened to Han Ban Nu, and became even more resentful towards the cruel consort.

What others heard was a story, but what the prime minister heard was a bizarre injustice.

As he listened, Wang Fu'an's eyebrows gradually furrowed, and he looked at the consort with suspicion.

The weird housekeeper, the newly built stage, and the tragic story, in Wang Fuan's opinion, there must be a connection between this series of unusual clues.

Could it be that that young man is the enemy of the Prince Consort?

Or does this person have another unusual identity?

Even ordinary people know that Prince Ji's Mansion is the most desolate place in the entire imperial city, and it is related to the massacre of the genocide many years ago. Those who are related to Prince Ji's Mansion will definitely not be simple. Wang Fu'an is very clear about this.

While the prime minister was guessing Yunji's identity, the prince-in-law's face was as gloomy as water.

He was the only one who should have known the dusty past, but it was widely circulated as a story in full view of the public.

Especially when he heard the three words Zuo Linglong, Chen Peng's heart suddenly shrank, as if he had been hit hard.

Zuo Linglong was his first wife back then, the poor woman he killed in the desert.

Resisting the urge to take action, Chen Peng listened to the whole story.

When Yun Ji finished speaking, Chen Peng was the first to take the lead, stroking his hands and praising: "Wonderful! Boss Yun's story is really wonderful."

Everyone who listened to the story greatly agreed, thinking that the story was more interesting than the drama on the stage.

Yuntian stood up with a big belly and asked curiously: "Is this the end? What happens next, is the prince-in-law who suffered a thousand cuts dead?"

Yuntian regretted it after saying this.

Chen Peng was standing opposite, and he was also the consort.

In fact, not only Yuntian, but everyone present who heard the story wanted to know how the story ended.

Yunji only talked about the destruction of Linglong Inn, but did not talk about what happened to the consort who killed his wife and son.

In the crowd, Wang Fuan glanced at his consort Chen Peng with deep meaning, and then set his eyes on Yunji.

The prime minister is waiting for the follow-up.

Regardless of the story or the situation, there must be a result at this level, otherwise the prince-in-law would not let it go.

Yun Ji turned to Yun Tian's direction with a smile on his face and said: "The consort, you are living well. He is so domineering in the imperial city. He not only keeps private concubines behind the princess's back, but also secretly sells ecstasy cigarettes for the pleasure of harming others.

Take pride in killing people."

When they heard that the evil prince-consort in the story was actually alive and living so freely, everyone present was furious.

"How can such a person still live? He should not die a good death!"

"He kills his wife and children, a cold-blooded butcher! Is there no one to punish such a wicked person?"

"Ecstasy is a very poisonous thing that brings disaster to the country and the people, and those who sell it should be punished!"

"What nonsense are you telling? It's so annoying!"

"That's right, I have been listening to this drama for decades, but today I feel uncomfortable all over."

Seeing the loud discussions around him, Yun Ji pressed his hands to signal everyone to calm down.

"Don't worry, everyone, the play is not over yet. We have just performed the first two scenes, and the most exciting third scene has just begun. This third scene is called Three Kills of the Boy's Lover. Take your eyes."

Following Yunji's voice, the gong sounded on the stage, and the main actress appeared on stage. Her clear and melodious voice immediately attracted everyone's attention.

The performance continues on the stage here, and ten carts of goods over there have been shipped out of Prince Ji's Mansion.

Chen Peng had a dry smile on his lips, and his expression was always gloomy.

The origin of this boss Yun is mysterious, and he knows even more about his past, Chen Peng. He cannot stay for long with such a serious concern.

Chen Peng has developed murderous intentions towards Yunji and plans to arrange for personnel to get rid of him as soon as he returns home.

When the consort was about to leave, Yunji did not stay, but stood at the door of the palace with a smile.

"Boss Yun, see you later." Chen Peng said coldly.

"Prince-in-law, walk slowly." Yunji looked kindly and waved his hand.

The wheels were turning, and as soon as they walked less than ten feet, they heard a crashing sound, the cargo boxes on the car cracked, and the contents of the boxes fell all over the floor.

The sound attracted a lot of attention.

Following the sound of landing, people saw a lot of leather and a kind of hay with a special fragrance.

The cracked wooden box shocked all the servants in the Prince Consort's house and their expressions changed.

Especially the hay scattered all over the floor.

That's no ordinary hay, it's something taboo.

There was a discerning audience among the theatergoers. An elderly scribe knelt down, picked up the hay under his feet, smelled it carefully, and then exclaimed.
Chapter completed!