In Huaisang's humble defense-- Xichen said it, not him. Huaisang perks up, tapping his fan on his chin a few times before he flicks it open, for the drama.

"Alright, since Shen-ge told a mystery," not a scary one, no offense, "This Huaisang will also regale you with a mystery— this one was a real hit during late nights at-" Xichen, don't listen, "-Cloud Recesses, back in the day."

He sits up straighter, primly, and clears his throat. Gather round, buds. "How many of you have heard of the secret of Zheng Zongying?"