Lian Hua's eyes lit up. This was wonderful—she adored listening to stories in her childhood, secretly slipping out after school with a bunch of friends to the teahouse to hear them. She later became fascinated with storytelling. Back then, she couldn't quite understand those made up entirely of words, so she could only look at those with illustrations, guessing as she read along.
Xiao Jizi cleared his throat, hoping to remind Young Master Lian.
Lian Hua snapped back to reality, feeling conflicted. She wanted to listen to the storytelling yet feared the visitor was there to spy on her, and she anxiously tugged at her hair.
No, it wouldn't do. Xiao Linzi was sent by His Majesty as an undercover agent, an ear with divine powers. She couldn't just compromise; otherwise, wouldn't His Majesty know everything if she wanted to do something bad... cough... to do something good in the future?