Yu Lian was sprawled across the tea table, flicking her forked tongue out of boredom and occasionally savoring the scent of the tea. Hearing Wang Ping's sigh, she said, "The Xia Dynasty has long since fallen, so of course his life can be told as a story. Besides, haven't you noticed? These people are the most interested in his tale."
As she spoke, she floated up on a small cloud, hovering by the window to look down at the stage in the hall below. "I remember when General Liu Yue returned victorious," she said. "When the storytellers recounted his deeds, the common folk were just as enthusiastic."
"Then later, when the Emperor convicted him of treason, the people seemed even more thrilled than when they first heard his story!"
As she spoke, she floated back to the tea table.
