The common folk were eagerly chatting.
A stall by the roadside.
A passerby took a sip of tea and started a conversation with those around: "Hey, hey, hey, have you heard? The illegitimate daughter of the Minister's Wife who's been wandering outside has been found."
Passerby B: "I know, my cousin's brother's sister's husband works as a servant in the Ye Mansion."
Passerby D: "I couldn't have imagined! Lord Minister, who keeps himself pure and doesn't take concubines, turns out to have a wife with an illegitimate daughter outside."
"Sigh."
Another passerby, while cracking sunflower seeds, said: "The Lord Minister should assert his authority at home again, not let that shrew have her way."
...
Rumors spread like wildfire, disturbances outside may cease, yet authorities can't forbid them, they must gradually rise to correct and stop them where wisdom prevails.
On the night market street.
