It's all that little bitch Lu Wanzheng's fault. I never thought I could embarrass her, but instead I made a fool of myself.

"If you want to win the favor of the entire crew, then you should focus on filming well from now on."

Wang Xiyou calmed himself down and said confidently, "What if I don't?"

Lu Wanzheng clasped her hands in front of her chest, her eyebrows slightly curved, "Then you can certainly give it a try."

The girl's smile was radiant, seemingly gentle and harmless, yet it had a significant impact on Wang Xiyou.

This instilled a sense of fear in Wang Xiyou from the bottom of his heart.

Under pressure to save face, Wang Xiyou dutifully completed the take.

By the time we finished filming this scene, the sun was high in the sky, and it was almost midnight.

When the director yelled "cut," Wang Xiyou's assistant, Qian Kong, immediately stepped forward with an umbrella to shield Wang Xiyou from the sun and handed him a round fan.

This round fan has a pendant made of gold and jade threads, and a blue jade gauze covering the fan surface, making it seem very precious.

These are props prepared by the production team, props intended for the Empress, and therefore kept by Wang Xiyou's people.

Seeing that Lu Wanzheng had finished, Xiao Hua cleverly stepped forward and handed over Lu Wanzheng's round fan.

The fan surface is as pure as frost and snow, and as round as the bright moon. Below it are pendants that gradually change from blue to green, exuding a refined and elegant charm, simple yet sophisticated.

Lu Wanzheng was used to holding a round fan. Her slender, pale fingers twirled the fan handle, and with a gentle shake, the stray hairs at her temples danced in the air.

Her movements were elegant, her demeanor refined, and her bearing graceful. Every gesture was exquisitely beautiful, and at first glance, she seemed no different from a lady of noble birth in ancient times.

Wang Xiyou was quite different; she grabbed the fan handle and shook it vigorously because she was so hot.

Such a valuable fan, and she treated it so rudely.

Lu Wanzheng felt truly heartbroken after seeing it.

Wang Xiyou usually despises and looks down on these things the most.

Times should progress, and people should look forward. These things that are long gone should remain in the past forever.

Lu Wanzheng had no idea what Wang Xiyou was thinking. If she had known, she would have wanted to kill her.

These things are all left by our ancestors and are the treasures of the Chinese nation. Many historical cultural heritages have been gradually lost in the long river of history because there are no successors.

Even if we don't learn about it, we shouldn't belittle or ignore it.

"You're lucky this time, your lines were simple. You won't be so lucky next time," Wang Xiyou cleared his throat.

Lu Wanzheng was a bit taller than Wang Xiyou. She looked down at Wang Xiyou and said, "The most valuable thing about a person is to know their own limitations. Is it so hard to admit that you are inferior to me? You have a lot of reasons, but they are all useless."

“You…” Wang Xiyou raised his left hand and pointed at Lu Wanzheng.

Lu Wanzheng easily brushed aside the fingers in front of her with her fan. "Don't point your claws at me unless you don't want them anymore."

Her voice was pleasant and gentle, but the words she spoke sent chills down one's spine.

Wang Xiyou was about to retort when his assistant, Qian Kong, stopped him.

Qian Kong whispered in Wang Xiyou's ear, "Miss, it's getting late. Let's go rest and have a meal. Let's not get into a conflict with Lu Wanzheng. What happened earlier has already left a bad impression on the director. If we start arguing again now, we won't be in the right."

Wang Xiyou listened to Qian Kong's words and thought they made sense.

"Hmph!" Wang Xiyou said arrogantly, "You'll see next time." With that, he followed his assistant back to the RV.