Although Yue Yang was not one for gossip, he admired Ming Riwu's utterly miserable life. It was not easy for someone to be this miserable; it had to be properly publicized. So he hurried back at once and told Yue Yu, Princess Cici, and Drunken Cat all about it.
After he embellished the tale with plenty of dramatic flourishes, the three women were dumbstruck.
For a long while, none of them knew what to say.
Even Yue Yang, a transmigrator who had watched countless melodramatic movies, television shows, comics, and novels, whose otaku heart had been tempered into sacred armor-level defenses, found it a little too much to bear. Let alone Yue Yu, Princess Cici, and Drunken Cat, these young women who had not yet seen much of the world. Seeing the three of them stunned, Yue Yang hastily comforted them. "It's really nothing. Isn't it just that the relationships are a little tangled and the story a little melodramatic? There are plenty of things worse than this. For instance, there's a kid named Conan—wherever he appears, someone immediately dies for no apparent reason. Sometimes more than one person dies, yet that doesn't stop everyone from loving him! And then there's a group of heroes called Tu Aoman. Every time they show up, monsters appear right after them and at least one city gets destroyed, but loads of children still worship them!"
"What nonsense are you talking about?" Princess Cici could not understand a word he was saying. What Conan? What Tu Aoman? Where were those from?
"What I mean is, you haven't seen nearly enough melodrama. If you watched Aunt Qiong Yao's dramas, or Korean dramas, watched a female lead riddled with terminal illnesses yet stubbornly strong-minded, sobbing and sniffling as she drifted among several men, enduring all kinds