After all, Qian Chongling's brain hadn't been kicked by a donkey. He would never do something that toxic.
Thus, the eldest prince, Xue Luochuan, who should originally have been killed off, had already displayed his rightful potential: his talent for commanding troops.
As for the remaining three princes, Qian Chongling naturally knew their backgrounds, but now he wanted to know how these storytellers' scripts portrayed them.
The storyteller on the platform had finished his tale of the so-called Battle Dragon and begun talking about the second prince, Xue Qinghe. He said, "The second prince, Xue Qinghe, was even more extraordinary."
"When the second prince was born, they say the moat around Heaven Dou Imperial City suddenly reversed its flow, and then its waters soared into the air. That was why Emperor Xue Ye named the second prince Qinghe."
"The second prince was exceptionally clever from childhood."
It had to be said that this storyteller truly had an extraordinary gift of gab. From his lips, even these wildly fanciful, embellished stories rolled off the tongue, as though he had been standing there watching it all himself.
Qian Chongling briefly summed up the storyteller's account of the second prince, Xue Qinghe: he had Pan An's looks, the Literary Star's literary talent, and Bao Heizi's uncanny judgment. Finally, people had given him the nickname Ink Dragon!
Ink, as in wielding a brush and playing with ink. Nothing wrong with that.
Perhaps because it had been so long since they last listened to a storyteller, Qian Chongling, Bibi Dong, and the others actually listened with great interest. At that point, the storyteller began speaking about the third prince, Xue Haicang.
"You should all know that to become a Soul Master, you only need to be born with soul power. Even less than half a