Lian Yunshang didn't give much thought to who had sent the voice transmission. It might have been someone playing a prank.
When she returned, she asked around and learned that Late Autumn Courtyard had indeed pulled Dongguo Hong's play from the schedule. What was more, she heard people talking about how the renowned performers from the Spring-Singing Troupe kept at Prince Wuyi's estate had been forcibly taken away. Prince Wuyi had fought the people who came for them and been beaten so badly he spat blood, but when he took the matter to the Imperial Court, nothing came of it.
News from all quarters kept pouring in, making Lian Yunshang, a devoted theatergoer, look forward to this grand production more and more.
She had no idea that Xu Yi had painstakingly staged the whole play for her.
The commotion over putting on Asking Love had been considerable. Now, with the show about to begin, the audience in the theater had suddenly swelled, especially among the high-ranking patrons.
The expensive seats, which had never once been filled, were packed.
Xu Yi didn't care how the play was performed, nor did he care about the audience. All his attention was focused on Lian Yunshang.
"Why is the narration so long? The hero's a cultivator, and the heroine belongs to the Demon Race. Isn't that dangerous? Aren't all plays about cultivators forbidden? This is breaking the law!"
Su Jinyue cried out that the show was forbidden, her big eyes round with excitement as she feared missing even a single moment onstage.
Lian Yunshang's interest was instantly piqued, too. She muttered, "That's what makes it good. They're always putting on the same old plays; even the finest actors can make them dull. You don't need to worry about the people running the theater. They