The music and singing ended, and the Marquis's Residence fell quiet.
In a guest room, Xiao Biao lay on her stomach on the bed, her face flushed with drink, her calves raised and her pale feet swaying. Propping her cheeks in her hands, she read the Secret History of Empress Dowager Guo resting on her pillow.
During the banquet, Zisu had come over to chat, and after just a few exchanges, they discovered a shared interest-reading miscellaneous books.
But the ones she read were all century-old, hopelessly outdated storybooks. Though stirring and grand in scope, they ultimately lacked a little fun.
The books Zisu read, on the other hand, were all recent releases. Leaving their depth aside, their strength lay in their accessible plots and real-time updates!
For instance, the brand-new volume of this secret history described Empress Dowager Guo and Xie Lang reuniting at Northern Darkness Lake, revisiting old haunts and rekindling old feelings. The freshness of the plot alone made it clear that the author published as they wrote, without a single chapter stockpiled. Who knew how much hair they had lost...
Jiang Xian had never seen books like these in Northern Zhou and was utterly astonished. She borrowed it on the spot, but after reading through it, she found that although it was indeed well written, it strayed a little too far from the truth.
For example, the book said that when Young Master Xie encountered the Northern Border King and his life hung by a thread, Empress Dowager Guo revealed her true identity as the Goddess of War and rushed through the line of fire to save her husband.
In reality, Young Master Xie had nearly chopped Chaochitai into dumpling filling with a string of attacks. Even when Yang Huaxian and the other old devils jumped